So, after cribbing for months about the lack of a social life, I finally decided to do something about it. So, I went out to dinner with two new friends (not desi, not from my program, not working in my department). We went to the local Indian place and had a very pleasant dinner. Of course, being the US means dinner’s at 6!
It always feels good to make new friends. But it feels even better to step out of the desi circle and the “India Replication Program”. It’s a good feeling when you can make friends with someone not based on where they’re from but rather who they are. And talk about little things and big things and realize the world is not all that huge and people are not all that different after all.
It was a great evening. And much needed.
As I drove back, I saw a homeless guy by the stop light. He held up a sign that said something like, “Homeless, Hungry, Will Look for Work”. And I waved at him, handed him my bag of food and said, “I hope you like Indian”. The smile on his face was priceless. And he said, “I’ll go look for work tomorrow”. And “God Bless You” over and over again. And I forgot for a moment that I don’t consider this country my own. Forgot that I think there are enough soup kitchens and shelters for the homeless. I forgot to judge for a moment. And reacted the same way I would if I were back in India.
Of course, this means, I get to eat a cold salad again at lunch tomorrow. But you know what? I won’t crib about the way my life is for a while.