FROM Dubai TO Bangalore; how can one adjust to the demands of the new environment
Moving from Dubai to Bangalore was one of the biggest changes in my life. The sights and smell were in a contrast to what I had always been exposed to. Smoke grazed the high raised buildings and people swarmed the streets. I moved into a pretty comfortable student accommodation, “my roomie” which helped me adjust to the city. When Bangalore was portrayed in movies all I could see was the partying and the roaming around with friends. Being a Chrisite I wasn’t that lucky. The only fee day I had: Sunday would flee away in my slumber.
It wasn’t only the time constraint’s I had to get used to; as fate would have it, Christ had a dress code! No jeans, no uncollared shirts, only salwar and kurthi no leggings, always have a dupatta. As these rules swarmed over my head, I realized how much I missed home, the freedom to wear exactly what I want: my crop tops and jeans. I got super home sick. I would call home everyday and even thought about dropping out once in a while.
Staying in my room was the only fun time I had because all my friends were there. I slowly started to see that maybe moving away from home wasn’t a bad idea after all. My accommodation ensured that all the fun we missed out was compensated in our chill zone, from fresher’s day to women’s day, everything was celebrated. I started enjoying going to college and realized what a huge opportunity this is for me.
We often forget that all that is new is not bad, different yes, uncomfortable defiantly, but bad? No. change is inevitable and I think I have become a better person because of it.
I still miss home, but I realized Bangalore is such a big city, so why not be comfortable in both crop tops and kurthis? After all, kurthis are not bad, just new.
~ Anjani
Moving from Dubai to Bangalore was one of the biggest changes in my life. The sights and smell were in a contrast to what I had always been exposed to. Smoke grazed the high raised buildings and people swarmed the streets. I moved into a pretty comfortable student accommodation, “my roomie” which helped me adjust to the city. When Bangalore was portrayed in movies all I could see was the partying and the roaming around with friends. Being a Chrisite I wasn’t that lucky. The only fee day I had: Sunday would flee away in my slumber.
It wasn’t only the time constraint’s I had to get used to; as fate would have it, Christ had a dress code! No jeans, no uncollared shirts, only salwar and kurthi no leggings, always have a dupatta. As these rules swarmed over my head, I realized how much I missed home, the freedom to wear exactly what I want: my crop tops and jeans. I got super home sick. I would call home everyday and even thought about dropping out once in a while.
Staying in my room was the only fun time I had because all my friends were there. I slowly started to see that maybe moving away from home wasn’t a bad idea after all. My accommodation ensured that all the fun we missed out was compensated in our chill zone, from fresher’s day to women’s day, everything was celebrated. I started enjoying going to college and realized what a huge opportunity this is for me.
We often forget that all that is new is not bad, different yes, uncomfortable defiantly, but bad? No. change is inevitable and I think I have become a better person because of it.
I still miss home, but I realized Bangalore is such a big city, so why not be comfortable in both crop tops and kurthis? After all, kurthis are not bad, just new.
~ Anjani
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