Learning from the United States of America

I have recently come back from my trip to the United States of America… Yes the United States of America. Why do I emphasise on it so much.. Because somehow around our part of the world it is considered a big deal. And trust you me, I am not kidding. I mean you tell any of your relatives or friends that you are travelling to the states and they would be like ”really, lucky you”. This is how we feel about the states. Not many would admit it but yes this is the truth.

Anyway I was there for vacation cum work and visited New York and Texas. It was fun and there are many things that I learnt. When you travel the world you get exposed to new cultures and lifestyles, some good some bad. And there is nothing wrong in imbibing the good part of their lifestyles. I find no shame in admitting that we might still be lacking in many things but there is always scope for improvement and learning and hence this post.

The most cliché learning from the states that I carried back home and which I am sure everyone knows is that this country is organised.. Much much ahead of us. Be it their roads, malls, public places, restaurants or even washrooms everything happens systematically. The system efficacy is tremendous and palpable..It’s good since you don’t have to fret about anything, being organised saves time and also relieves you of unnecessary tensions. I was a first time traveller but did not feel troubled as everything was on my platter if I planned it. However, there could be some glitches to it, I wanted to have French fries without the sprinkling of salt at a very popular chain of burgers but I could not because apparently cashier taking my order could not find the key for it. If you know what I mean ;).

Moving further the other thing that really caught my attention was the respect for time. Americans really believe in reaching and starting work on time. Even if their partying late at night you would find them at work dot on time. Something we can definitely learn. They believe in starting their day early so they can finish it early too. You need appointments for everything you cannot barge into anyone’s house or office without prior intimation. This is very unlike India where we can expect guests prior intimation at odd hours and this is considered normal. But, (yeah there always have to be a but) a colleague of mine told me that in the states privacy is such a big thing that sometimes even grandchild has to ask their grandparents the suitable time for his visit. I mean who could have thought of this in India.

They give you the time, can spend hours explaining you if you need help, but you have to await your turn. I mean back home we don’t follow the queue religiously, we are always in a hurry hence breaking queues comes naturally to us. Standing in the queues there I pondered, what made me stand in queues patiently here wherein I would have grown impatient back in my country in the same situation. It’s then that I realised this feeling of social responsibility comes from the environment around where you see everyone around appreciating their social responsibility.

Next on the list was the outlook of the elderly.. I mean you could feel that no one grows old there. The elderly were as active as the young generation. They were eager to learn, well adept with technology much better than even I am, like seriously. They travel alone, I saw old couples like really old couples going on vacations, just the two of them. They had the the latest technology in hand, were in constant touch with the world on the move and were cutely romantic. It was like no one grows old here, everyone has the urge to learn more, explore more, and love more.

 

I love my country a lot and I mean it when I say it, I have no plans whatsoever to shift base to any other country. It’s the most unfathomable thought in my head. My country is beautiful and I truly believe that we are a bunch of very intelligent and diverse people who can achieve anything we want. My recent trip proved to me that both the countries raised their kids with the same set of values but over growing up somewhere in my land we loose the hang of it. We as children are organised and systematic, remember how we formed queues for our school bus or morning assemblies but as we grow divergence occurs and indiscipline sets in.

Sure America must have its own personal problems, there are a lot of problems in that country but here I have no intentions to compare the two countries , there are perhaps many things that even America can learn from us, but currently I am only interested in making my country a better one. We don’t have to emulate them we can just be happy taking or learning from the things they are better than us at.

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And the Mountains Echoed and Called

Here is a long pending blog entry I wanted to write but kept procrastinating it for no specific rhyme or reason. It has been a while since I posted anything on my blog right, but trust me life has been super busy lately. Many a time I thought to sit down and pen my thoughts but eventually tiredness took over me and I could not finish anything I started writing. I like this part of life too, this part which I call getting “Super Busy”. But I realized I need time out, want solace and peace and a getaway from my monotonous life. I wanted to just sit amongst the mountains and read.

And so after much deliberation I planned my trip. I so wanted to go alone but as we grow and have a family I realized that travelling alone is luxury, even if I travelled alone I am sure I would have missed my husband and daughter. Alas, I planned my trip with them and must I say they were good company. For my husband it was the first time that he spent four straight days with our daughter with no family support. And he was amazed to see that our daughter is such a chatter box.

So coming back to the trip, we started on a fine day in august travelled by train to a certain point and then the after journey was by road. Ohh did I tell you we were going to the mountains, I am not a sea person I am a total mountain person. Keeping aside the train journey which I slept through mostly, the journey by road was nothing less than amazing. I realized that when travelling through the mountains it is not the destination but travelling through to reach the destination which is the most astoundingly amazing experience. Amidst the mountains the cool breeze on my face, good music in my ears and a book in my hand which I eventually ended up not reading as I was too engrossed in the view. It was a good 4 hours’ drive. We stopped in between for lunch at a local eatery, and enjoyed our very simply cooked lunch next to a stream.
And we reached our destination finally (Yes, I was glad that we had finally reached, it was getting a bit tiring sitting in the car). I had booked a five star property for myself, I wanted the luxury the serenity and the service of a five star property. I have many friends who opt out for local places to experience the true culture of the place. But I am not that kind not quite there yet, eventually probably yes, but right now when I go for holiday I look forward to leisure, just slacken away to glory, be served food on bed and many many more things which regretfully only good and expensive properties heed to. I may be wrong, but sometimes I can get pricey.

Hence we reached, and the view from the room was splendid, a little balcony with the view of the mountains, two chairs and a table kept in the balcony, the little place was so inviting that immediately I ordered a hot bowl of pasta, sat down in the balcony and munched away to glory. Amidst all this my daughter who was super excited kept roaming all across the room, rummaging all possible drawers to her access, to find something of her liking. Oh the luxury of staying at a hotel , I don’t need to worry about the mess that she was creating, housekeeping was a ring away. And then I slept for a good two hours. After a walk to the nearby market at night, I slept engulfed in the soft quilt.

I woke up to sunshine in my room, both my husband and daughter were sleeping so after the mundane activities of early morning I grabbed my book and my coffee and headed straight to the balcony. I read for a good two hours, with the birds chirping and cool breeze blowing in the background. Amidst all this rain would splutter followed by Sun, OHHH the mountains, how unforeseeable can they be. After a good hot bath in the tub we headed for breakfast which was laid down in the open. And was I in love with the place. The mornings turned into afternoons, afternoons into evenings and evenings to nights for three days and time for return came. Though I felt sad leaving, aren’t goodbyes always tough especially to the mountains. But we bid goodbye with a heavy heart and left for the hustle bustle of the life that awaited us in the city. Are they more people who think that reaching somewhere takes more time than returning, or is it only in my psyche, because the return journey went away quickly.

I realized that breaks are essential to keep yourself sane, are nice to rejuvenate, compulsory for married couples after baby and breather from the monotonous life we live earning money. I resolved one thing upon my return that I had to and had to buy a property in the mountains, because this is where I want to grow old. I just hope and pray that god gives me the opportunity soon.

And the Mountains Echoed and Called

Here is a long pending blog entry I wanted to write but kept procrastinating it for no specific rhyme or reason. It has been a while since I posted anything on my blog right, but trust me life has been super busy lately. Many a time I thought to sit down and pen my thoughts but eventually tiredness took over me and I could not finish anything I started writing. I like this part of life too, this part which I call getting “Super Busy”. But I realized I need time out, want solace and peace and a getaway from my monotonous life. I wanted to just sit amongst the mountains and read.

And so after much deliberation I planned my trip. I so wanted to go alone but as we grow and have a family I realized that travelling alone is luxury, even if I travelled alone I am sure I would have missed my husband and daughter. Alas, I planned my trip with them and must I say they were good company. For my husband it was the first time that he spent four straight days with our daughter with no family support. And he was amazed to see that our daughter is such a chatter box.

So coming back to the trip, we started on a fine day in august travelled by train to a certain point and then the after journey was by road. Ohh did I tell you we were going to the mountains, I am not a sea person I am a total mountain person. Keeping aside the train journey which I slept through mostly, the journey by road was nothing less than amazing. I realized that when travelling through the mountains it is not the destination but travelling through to reach the destination which is the most astoundingly amazing experience. Amidst the mountains the cool breeze on my face, good music in my ears and a book in my hand which I eventually ended up not reading as I was too engrossed in the view. It was a good 4 hours’ drive. We stopped in between for lunch at a local eatery, and enjoyed our very simply cooked lunch next to a stream.
And we reached our destination finally (Yes, I was glad that we had finally reached, it was getting a bit tiring sitting in the car). I had booked a five star property for myself, I wanted the luxury the serenity and the service of a five star property. I have many friends who opt out for local places to experience the true culture of the place. But I am not that kind not quite there yet, eventually probably yes, but right now when I go for holiday I look forward to leisure, just slacken away to glory, be served food on bed and many many more things which regretfully only good and expensive properties heed to. I may be wrong, but sometimes I can get pricey.

Hence we reached, and the view from the room was splendid, a little balcony with the view of the mountains, two chairs and a table kept in the balcony, the little place was so inviting that immediately I ordered a hot bowl of pasta, sat down in the balcony and munched away to glory. Amidst all this my daughter who was super excited kept roaming all across the room, rummaging all possible drawers to her access, to find something of her liking. Oh the luxury of staying at a hotel , I don’t need to worry about the mess that she was creating, housekeeping was a ring away. And then I slept for a good two hours. After a walk to the nearby market at night, I slept engulfed in the soft quilt.

I woke up to sunshine in my room, both my husband and daughter were sleeping so after the mundane activities of early morning I grabbed my book and my coffee and headed straight to the balcony. I read for a good two hours, with the birds chirping and cool breeze blowing in the background. Amidst all this rain would splutter followed by Sun, OHHH the mountains, how unforeseeable can they be. After a good hot bath in the tub we headed for breakfast which was laid down in the open. And was I in love with the place. The mornings turned into afternoons, afternoons into evenings and evenings to nights for three days and time for return came. Though I felt sad leaving, aren’t goodbyes always tough especially to the mountains. But we bid goodbye with a heavy heart and left for the hustle bustle of the life that awaited us in the city. Are they more people who think that reaching somewhere takes more time than returning, or is it only in my psyche, because the return journey went away quickly.

I realized that breaks are essential to keep yourself sane, are nice to rejuvenate, compulsory for married couples after baby and breather from the monotonous life we live earning money. I resolved one thing upon my return that I had to and had to buy a property in the mountains, because this is where I want to grow old. I just hope and pray that god gives me the opportunity soon.