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On the payroll, officially! The work begins.


I have been having numerous conversations with people about their experiences as they got started; it seems a new comer gives everyone a chance to relive their ordeals, stories now retold with humor. Trials and tribulations that serve not to shake your resolve, but to inspire you.


What I picked up from all these stories is that a move to India is seldom smooth. Perhaps only those can survive who are completely committed to the change in address. Cut off all other escape routes and you would do very well, because you have no choice but to survive. There are plenty of helping hands, mentors, well wishers and support, you just have to ferret them out.


People arrive, look around for the promised land(lab) and... they are sent to another part of the town to abandoned godowns to carve out their niche on their own or... even sometimes  to nearby towns to literally build their labs in complete wilderness. And they survive, thrive, succeed and go on to tell the story. Surely in view of such adventures, mine seems tame. Or perhaps I speak too soon...

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Janki said…
good to read the 'build' spirit. its time to start collecting the twigs and resources to hold on to the nest you are making, aware of the forces of nature around you.
no doubt, moving back to India is not easy. Starting is India is tough, comparing a decade of life outside - from simple acts of standing in a queue to getting a grant by, its literally like erase old memory and start from square one. The only place comparing helps is perhaps how and what you want the twigs to shape into! Being nostalgic about the previous experiences just makes it worst. A blank mind, a speck in midst of 1 billion, with a free spirit uninhibited by the endless mundane chains that pulls one down is bound to soar to great heights...
...watching you build your nest of wonders :))
June 18, 2010 at 1:35 AM
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