(Dis-)Orientation Week!

“Bright lights, big city, gone to my baby’s head…” – Jimmy Reed

These song lyrics seem to be running through my mind all day, like a soundtrack playing in the background as I’m living and navigating through my new life in New York City. Because the bright lights, the sights, the sounds of this city have pretty much gone to my head. I have fallen head-over-heels in love, and oh, it’s an amazing feeling ๐Ÿ™‚ I feel like I know this place… I’m hit by a strong feeling ofย dรฉjร  vuย every now and then… I feel like I know the streets, the shops, the buildings. Too many movies and TV shows have been filmed in NYC! I love the street system, how everything is numbered systematically… so even I, with my appalling direction sense, feel like I can find my way around without too much of a hassle. In those moments, it feels familiar and comforting, but then every now and then I’m hit by a wave of awe and surprise, some sort of mingled pride and gratitude… that I’m here, that this is really where I’m going to be for the next few years.ย I can’t believe this is my real life now, I can’t believe I actually made it here. I feel like I am living in a dream, a wonderful, fascinating, beloved dream, and I’m going to wake up any moment now and find out that I’m actually still waiting, waiting for grad school applications, waiting for exam results, waiting for a visa… waiting for my ‘real’ life to begin. But it has, it really has, and how!

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That’s the skyline ๐Ÿ™‚

The institute seems amazing… the buildings, the halls, the corridors… very impressive, though not the easiest to navigate. And oh, the people! My program directors talked to all of us for less than an hour, and I’m already bowled over by their wit and warmth, and although I’m slightly intimidated (Ivy League school! Can I live up to it?!), I feel very welcome and wanted. The researchers here are extremely smart, extremely talented, and on top of that, they seem like really nice individuals as well. Classes haven’t started yet, so I really don’t have much to go on at the moment, but I’m sure it’s going to be brilliant.

My fellow students are all from completely different backgrounds, both culturally and education-wise. We’re a very diverse group, and we’re still getting to know each other. So far it’s been really fun, talking and laughing, learning how to pronounce names, hearing different accents… let’s see how it goes!

Now that I’ve got the obligatory ‘so how’s grad school?’ answer out of the way, (since after all, isn’t this what I’m here for? :P) let me move on to what else I’ve been doing in my orientation week, which has mostly been fun, more fun, followed by even more fun.

We went to the US Open!!! Granted, I’ve never been into tennis before, I used to think those matches go on waaay too long, and what’s the point of having so many games anyway! And I never really understood the scoring system, so basically, I just went to the US Open for the experience of actually being there, at the Arthur Ashe stadium in Flushing Meadows, watching a Grand Slam match… which, let’s face it, is a pretty awesome thing to be doing. I just expected to have a lot of fun, and get instant bragging rights ๐Ÿ˜› But what I didn’t expect was to see Andy Murray, whom even I have heard of. I didn’t expect to end up understanding the scoring system. And I definitely didn’t expect to actually get into the spirit of things, loving the crowds, loving the charged atmosphere, loving to just be there and cheer on Andy like everybody else. It was one exhilarating experience, and I’ll never forget it.

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Arthur Ashe stadium!

The next thing we did, which was what I was looking forward to the most, was the yacht cruise. I had supremely high expectations from this event, and it didn’t disappoint … in fact, it actually exceeded them (I hadn’t factored in a buffet lunch on the yacht ๐Ÿ˜› Wow!). It was a bright and sunny day, a bit too sunny at times, but I was all set, I had my new sunglasses ๐Ÿ™‚ There was a lovely breeze, there were occasional waves, and the yacht would bounce up and down, sending me into delighted squeals and whoops. We were out on the water for around three hours, and I loved every moment of it. I took hundreds of photos, jumped and pointed excitedly when we first glimpsed Lady Liberty, and basically acted like the tourist that I am. The people were great, I talked and laughed a lot, and was thrilled when the captain walked up to me to strike up a conversation. It’s moments like this which make me feel like I’m starring in my own personal movie!

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Here’s what the yachts look like!

Apart from tennis and cruises, we went to Central Park, which is surprisingly very green. You don’t expect to see such an idyllic spot bang in the middle of Manhattan. The park is huge… (just like everything else here) and crowded. Crowded in the American sense though; being an Indian, I feel right at home. We went on a ‘sweets and eats’ crawl in Lower Manhattan, and I discovered the loveliest little cupcake shop ever! Cute, colorful, delicious cupcakes, made of pure sugar and happiness… the ultimate comfort food. I don’t care how far the shop is; I can feel its magnetic pull on me. I am so going back!

I saw Times Square, and attended the Smorgasburg in Brooklyn… I had a discounted shopping trip at Bed, Bath and Beyond where I bought myself a nice fluffy pillow and a huge comforter… I went with a group of people to China Town for dim sum, and they had the most enormous variety of hitherto-unheard-of food… and a bunch of us had brunch together in someone’s apartment today, where we made pancakes, frittatas, french toast… had fruits with dollops of whipped cream, all washed down with orange juice and/or caffeine – and it was so yummy, and so much fun!

I’m loving it here. Life is Good, Good with a capital G. I’ve had one of the most terrific weeks of my life, and as someone warned me, grad school life is probably just going to go downhill from here … ๐Ÿ˜› Ah well, I don’t think that’s true, but making the most of it nevertheless. NYC is amazing, it’s as good as it’s hyped up to be. My grad school journey has started out great, and I can’t wait to see what the rest of the ride is like. Bring it on!!! ๐Ÿ˜€

(Halfway) Around the World in One Day

And finally…the journey’s begun. I’m at the airport, waiting to board my fight to NYC via Abu Dhabi. It’s the middle of the night – kids and parents are dozing off alike, people are striding around purposefully with their strolley bags (none of them as pretty as my purple one though :P), and classical, or ‘plinky-plonky music’ as Phoebe from Friendsย would put it, is playing on the speakers, interspersed with announcements.

There are two more hours for my flight. I’ve said all my goodbyes… tons of them. It still feels very unreal; I got my visa just three days ago, after months of desperate hoping and praying. I’m going to miss my parents, my brother…a LOT. But I guess it hasn’t really sunk in yet – till the very last day I didn’t know if I’d be leaving on time!

Checking in two heavy bags (22.2 and 23.2 kilos – thankfully they didn’t make a fuss). They made me weigh my hand luggage as well, which turned out to be 7.5 kilos. I was holding my breath, hoping they wouldn’t say anything… but say they did, oh yes – “Perfect!” Umm… sure! ๐Ÿ˜›

Filled out my immigration form, stood in a long winding queue, talked to the lady in Marathi, ย and went off for security check. Found my departure gate, bought a new book, spotted a really cute guy standing in the adjacent line, found myself a seat. Surrounded by 8 little kids who looked utterly adorable. Said so to one of the frazzled-looking moms sitting there… she said sure, they look adorable rightย now, ‘coz they’re fast asleep. ๐Ÿ˜€

It’s 3 A.M. and I’m not sleepy in the least. Bright-eyed, bushy-tailed… that’s how I feel! It’s really nice being in the middle of so many people – everyone from totally different walks of life, different backgrounds… all together in this place and time – everyone’s paths crossing and overlapping in weird and wonderful ways. A sea of humanity… swelling and cresting and seething – all waiting to take to the skies. Beautiful… deep down, we’re all connected. (Huh. Perhaps I’m sleepier than I thought…)

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In the Mumbai-Abu Dhabi flight. Insanely sleepy… fighting to keep my eyes open. Dozed off before the plane took off from the runway ๐Ÿ™‚ Drifted in and out of consciousness. I managed to catch the sunrise out of the window… the sky all lit up with a fiery orange glow… maybe I was emotional after leaving my country, maybe I was excited to see the Middle East (I could have sworn I saw domes and minarets down below… but those could have been clouds) and maybe it was just one of the very rare sunrises I’ve seen in my whole life, but this one was one of the most magnificent sights I have ever seen.

After the transit at Abu Dhabi airport (which is extremely lavish… dripping with opalescence and grandeur), I got into the next flight (Abu Dhabi – New York) and busily set about exploring the contents of the small television in front of me. It was a nice flight, got lots of food to eat. Not that I liked it much, but it’s always a thrill to see what you’re going to get next ๐Ÿ˜›

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Landing: The first thing I did when the plane touched down on American soil was to silently cheer ‘woohoo…ย terra firma!!!’ in my head. The second thing I did when the plane touched down on American soil was to bleed from a papercut I managed to inflict on myself in my excitement. Sigh. Symbolism, anyone?

Alright, so I reached the airport and stood in a very very long line at Immigration for over two hours. Saw a lot of interesting people, tried not to stare! There was a girl with green hair, and one with bright blue streaks on her legs (paint? stickers? I have no idea). There was a guy who looked exactly like Sheldon Cooper from BBT, and two others who resembled Dr. Webber from Grey’s. The great thing is, it could actually be true. Running into celebrities and TV stars is not an impossibility in New York City.

Anyway, so after waiting in line for ages, I finally reached the immigration desk, and promptly tripped over my purple strolley bag. So much for the calm and collected exterior I’d been practicing for the past two hours… when I finally faced the immigration counter, I ended up all giggly and apologetic. Oh well.

Immigration, baggage claim, customs, and I was out at last. NYC, here I come!!!