Wow, again, I’ve been terribly undisciplined with updating this blog o.O Sorry! But once again, routine caught up with me and there was not much to write about. Since I’ll be going on another holiday with some friends from Germany this month though, I’m sure there’ll be at least one other blog post from me this month.
Today, it’s been exactly 201 days since I’ve stepped foot on Indian soil. Six and a half months have passed, Magarpatta City has become my home, colleagues have become friends, complete strangers have become Batch 18, and Batch 18 has become a second family. Only seven of originally twelve interns are left, the rest having left for Germany again. For the longest time, the 15th of August was supposed to be that dreaded day where more than half of us would leave again, but in the end, things came very differently. Only two of what was supposed to be seven left on that day, with two extending their stay for another three months and three leaving a few weeks earlier because of job offers from Germany. By now, a new batch of interns has arrived, taking over our positions as “The Interns™” at the Crest offices while we’ve become part of the regular day-to-day-work routine.
On the one hand, February seems so far back with all the things I’ve seen, done and experienced in the last few months. On the other, I can still remember how I arrived in Heidelberg late in the evening on February 18th, my bags packed for 9 months of India, dragging my bags up the stairs at Heidelberg station because the escalator was broken. And that was one very big staircase. I remember seeing my room at the Hip Hotel for the first time (Prague themed!), having drinks with the other “chosen ones” with whom I would spent the next 6 or 9 months, I remember watching movies and TV shows during the 8 hour flight (Nightcrawler and Pride, both movies I would recommend, and the first episodes of Penny Dreadful and True Detective, which I found rather ‘meh’). I remember arriving at Pune airport early in the morning, driving to our apartments, seeing my new home for the first time. Eating at some of our now favourite restaurants for the first time, seeing Laxmi, FC and MG Road for the first time, buying my first set of Bindis, my first Kurta. And in only 73 days from now, I will be taking that same way back, just the other way around. “Firsts” will be replaced with “lasts”, and then a new chapter will begin. What or where that will, I don’t know. All I do know is that no matter how much saying goodbye hurts, no matter how painful change can be, it’s all worth it in the end.
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.”— Albert Einstein
With the internship ending very soon and knowing that many of my fellow “Batchies” have found jobs in Germany, I have to ask myself what I want to do from November onward. The last 6 months have taught me so much about who I am, what I want to do, what I don’t want to do, what person I want to be, and what kind of person I don’t want to be. I’ve grown so much, and yet I still have a lot more growing to do. I have a better idea of what I want to do professionally now, but even more importantly, I now where I want to go personally. But to get there, I still have a very long way to go and I certainly won’t reach it by staying in the cosiness of my comfort zone. So while my Indian adventure may soon come to an end, the next adventure is hopefully right around the corner.
*what a pretentious title.