Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Adios Chandigarh

Bueno, aqui estoy diciendo adios a esta ciudad que me acogió por un buen tiempo, son muchos recuerdos, esta vez si tengo nostalgia y un nudo en el el pecho. Decir adios a Chandigarh no es tan dificil, lo que que si es dificil es decir adios a las personas que hicieron de esta experiencia algo mágico y real.
Ayer fui a la casa de aquella familia India que me recibió cuando llegué a India, recordamos momentos muy alegres, nos reimos de mi básico Hindi y disfrutamos como es de costumbre de una increible cena. Nunca imaginé tener una segunda familia, ni mucho menos en la India, fue algo mutuo, el cariño que ellos me demostraron fue increible, mis hermanos indios fueron realmente cercanos con los cuales aprendí muchas cosas sobre esta cultura y la forma apropiada de relacionarme con las personas que aqui vivien.
Por otro lado, Sunita, fue una segunda madre, cada dia me llevó almuerzo a mi oficina, cada dia me llamó por telefono para saber como estaba y hasta el último momento me presentó a sus amistades como su tercer hijo.
Gracias a ellos creo que mi llegada a India no fue una experiencia dura, sino que fue un suave aterrizaje en una cultura que muchas veces no es la mas cordial y amigable...
Por otro lado estan los amigos que hice aca, si bien fue un corto tiempo en el que compartí con ellos, el hecho de estar sumergido en una cultura tan intensa, con tantas dificultades dia a dia, con tantas frustraciones, la amistad que se puede lograr nace a una velocidad distinta a la que podemos imaginar en nuestros respectivos paises, fue algo mutuo debido a similitud de experiencias y acontecimientos que cada uno de nosotros vivió en India...

I just wanna say thanks to Jean, i enjoyed every second with you, we had an amazing time together, travelling all around in Asia, sharing amazing moments and laughing everyday...I also wanna say that with you i learned a lot about myself...i wont forget our parties, dancing in all our different styles, i wont forget your shoulder style and our former Ice-Coke-Indian Wine Team (i guess Olga was there)...our new year eve in the Himalayas while a bunch of indians were trying to talk to us...i wont forget the time that we share with Little Shit number 3 from the UK, he is not here anymore but i'm sure we will see him again in his Island...i will stop here, because we still have a chance to see each other in Kolkatta in a couple of days anyway...take care Little One and i hope to see you in Chile or Egypt when you'll become a really cool music magazine editor...THREE MORE THINGS

1-I HATE SUGAR BABES..THEY ARE NOT GORGEOUS
2-REAL COFFEE IS COMING IN A "HAPPY AREA"
3-POTO...

Sam Sam Samanthikka, thank you a lot for everything, seriously, you were such a great support in here, thank you for all the nice conversations at night after our "busy" work days in City Beautiful, thank you a lot for all the Nose Fiasco thing, i wont forget what you did for me during that time when Nacho became "Nacho Broken Nose Though...NBNT"...Thank you one more time and now i'm pretty sure we will have a great time in Kolkatta travelling all together with a funny group of crazy trainees...Remember we'll see each other somewhere pretty soon, i will visit you wherever you are, because you know how much i love travelling...but please don't go to Bangladesh...you know how much i hate that country..you must go to Paris because i'm pretty sure i will love that city..ohhh god i cant believe i'm going in two weeks...I hope you'll have a great time in India, remember that the time is flying...the next time we see each other i hope you can speak spanish with me...Take care Samanthikka

Ryan you are not here anymore but i will pretend you are still trying to turn on you computer in your office or chatting from Himachal Pradesh because computers in Chandigarh don't work...Thank you for the great time in India, you were a really good friend in here, i wont forget your sense of humor everytime you tried to dance like me...Ryan, remember it's not possible dancing like a South African...Thank you for the good conversations with horrible beers at Tigers (i'm pretty sure that's not the name of the restaurant) and the amazing time i spent with you and the other Little Shit...See you in Amsterdam...

Germain Piveteau, it was so good share everyday the office with you and have nice lunch in different restaurants in sector 17, i missed your morning jokes since you left and also the coffee breaks 6 times a day...i will see you soon in Paris, i'm pretty sure we'll have a great time in your country...

Voskresjia, i hope this time i spelled your name in the right way...Thank you for the great time in India, i'm missing "The Morning Trainee Gossip Meeting" every day in the office...i'm glad i shared such a great time with you and i'm glad we had the chance to know each other...I have two questions for you:

1-Are you still hating Indian Food?
2-Is Ivan still thinking about killing me?...Say hi to him anyway

Lucie...Ohh Lucie, we didn't share so much but at the end you shown me how much you appreciate me...thank you for all your words yesterday and for the nice "Rickshaw Stylish Card" you gave me..Also for all the good time in 38...I hope you'll have a great time in City Beautiful...Take care Lucita.

Jamie..Ohhh Jamie, i think you are one of the funniest guy i ever met in here...thank you for such a great sense of humor and for the funny stories about moist indians at the other side of the road...thank you for teaching me new words in English like "retaaaarded" and for teaching me how to develope 4 hours lunch breaks addictions....i'm surprise i didn't get fired...Have a good time in India and i hope you stop having Bizarre (you taught me this one as well) experiences in fancy hotels in Amritsar because of "retaaaaarded people..."

Nikolai, i hope you'll have a great time in Mobera Systems, enjoy everyday with our colleagues..it doesn't matter that trainees are invisibles for them...bring some food to the office and i'm pretty sure they'll see you and you'll be with a lot of wandering fingers following you...it's a really good experience...do it!

Thomas...have fun and stop taking seat belts from planes...they are not stylish and it's illegal...

It was a great time sharing with lots of "friends from all over the globe"...Ohhh god i sound like an indian...well, not surprised, i guess i spent a long time in here...

Thanks to Kent Babin for all the good moments in Chandigarh...it was so sweeeeet!(canadian expression)...exactly one year ago i was asking you about India...how is the Canadian Ass Dancing Style going?...did you stop saying to the chileans in Canada that you met a guy in India who said that chilean dance style means shaking the ass like crazy?...i hope so...

Well i guess it's time to say goodbye now...goodbye to Chandigarh "only" because i'm still in India...till next week

Tah Tah

Friday, May 05, 2006

Police Headquarters

Hoy visité las oficinas centrales de la policia de los Territorios de Unidad (Punjab-Haryana) con la intención de pedir autorización para salir del país.
Una sensacion extraña me produjo explicar las razones por las cuales debo salir de India, un poco de tristeza sentí cuando el oficial me preguntó si "Ya había terminado mis estudios en India", a lo cual respondí con un melancólico "Si"...
Si bien, no vine a estudiar a este país, el tiempo transcurrido parece haber sido una continua lluvia de aprendizaje, cada dia aprendí mucho y cada día fue una lección de la cual obtuve mucho.
Despues de las preguntas de rigor, la entrega de las fotografías tamaño pasaporte y un simple click en el computador obtuve mi "Exit Permit"...Creo que esta ha sido la primera vez que hago un tramite a una velocidad no india...En total estuve casi diez minutos y nada ni nadie me demoró en el proceso.
Una vez que tuve el documento en mis manos el oficial me miró y me dijo..."Ok, ahora puedes ir, estás en libertad" a lo cual respondí con un simple "gracias"...
Si bien las últimas palabras de aquel oficial de policia fueron extrañas, porque durante este año he sido una persona libre y no he estado en prisión ni nada por el estilo, me hicieron pensar un poco y me di cuenta que el tenía razón, ya que literalmente hubo días en los que realmente me sentí un prisionero. Prisionero de una cultura intensa y dificil, prisionero por el hecho de no tener control de algunas situaciones y de estar a completa disposición de este país, el cual tenía preparado un año lleno de aventuras y experiencias que recordaré por el resto de mi vida