The Halfway Point

It’s March, which back home means that it’s the start of college basketball tournaments while here in India, it’s the cricket world cup; in Connecticut, the last of the winter snow will start to melt, while in Andhra Pradesh, the summer heat is beginning to descend. March also means that my time in India is halfway over—a fact that I’m having a hard time comprehending.

The Delhi skyline=Indian endlessness

Over the past two months, I’ve gone on four amazing, and incredibly unique, trips to different parts of India. I have continued to grow closer to my host-family and the girls that I live with. I’ve become more accepting of India-time and how it takes about twice as long to do anything in India than it would back in the U.S. I feel like a have a comfortable handle of Hyderabad’s public transport, though I don’t think I could ever claim to understand how it works completely. I no longer feel the need to take pictures of every cow that I see. At the same time, I still don’t understand how I’m supposed to find out what material I’m supposed to know for my exam when my professor doesn’t actually tell us in class. I haven’t mastered the Indian way of standing in line/pushing your way through a mob of people, so you aren’t completely ignored. My slight tan isn’t enough to fool people into thinking that I actually belong here, and so I’m finding it hard to overcome the whole foreigner-card. As much as I’m learning about India every day, there’s still so much I don’t really understand. I guess it’s a good thing I still have 2 months left to figure everything out!