As I sat on that plane in JFK I took a deep breath and thought to myself I don’t know where the hell I will be sleeping once I get to the other side of the world. My father gave me a pep talk a few weeks earlier. He said India is different. They don’t have heating in their homes and it’s going to be winters over there. The showers don’t always have warm water and the electricity flickers. He said he isn’t sure how comfortable I will feel, but nonetheless, him and my mom would be there if I happen to freak out. I kinda thought, okay, I’m pretty tough, I live in NY and have moved around a lot. I’ve seen a lot of crappy apartments. I’ve lived in some. I’ve dealt with life. I can handle it. But then the American mindset kicked in and I thought that a craphole in the 3rd world is way diff than a craphole in NYC. Or is it?? Nice in the 3rd world is different than nice in the US…or is it??
Anyways, I had no idea what to expect. Then I arrived. I was pleasantly surprised! Here are some pics & videos of our beautiful neighborhood in Panchkula:
The last pic is my uncle’s (thaiya ji) home. He has a balcony and the roof. The roof was scary lol. I went up there once and I was like “yeah I’m never going up there again!!!” BUTTT a day before my last day there, I decided to man those narrow stairs. Here is a clip and some photos I took from the top. What’s cool about where they live is that from above, you can see the mountains of Himachal on one side, Punjab on the other and Panchkula is basically in Haryana. I would not be upset waking up to this view every morning!!
My aunt lived a quick 2 min drive away. Her house is very nicely decorated. I think I liked it there a little better. There was a bit more going on. More noise, with the vegetable guy screaming through the street and such. (BTW I found that pic!! See below!!!) Here’s what her side of the street looked like:
As everyone would take their 8th nap of the day at 1 in the afternoon and I was full of energy that wasn’t being used, I spent a lot of time watching traffic go by on the street (noo that’s not sad…ehh…maybe a little ) but it was fun at the same time. I loved people watching/street watching in India. Every time I tried to take a video though, nothing interesting happened. No interesting vehicles drove by until I put the camera down. Kinda teaches you as you travel, sometimes it’s good to just witness things as they come. One time though – LUCKILY my cousin was with me because I don’t know how I would have handled this if I was by myself. Mind you, this happened RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE HOUSE:
This also happened: