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Before
I talk about my experience so far here in Mumbai, I want to let my fretting
family home in Cleveland know that I am alive and well.
·
Mom: You’ll be happy to know I am diligently
taking my malaria medicine. I carried around a roll of the toilet paper we
bought at Dick’s when I roamed around the neighborhood on Sunday in fear of a
sanitation emergency.
·
Dad: The adapters are working great, I have
enough currency and I saw PWC’s office while we were driving around South
Mumbai this afternoon.
·
Anna: Thanks for the emails. I can already tell
you’ll be a great Jewish mother. I walked around a movie theater tonight
looking for some talent for ICM.
·
Jonah: You’ll be a seasoned pro by the time
you’re done paddling the lakes of Algonquin this summer. Screw your finals and
come be my tripper so we can go backpacking in the Himalayas in the late fall.
Thanks for all of your help in
preparing for the trip. Most importantly, thanks for all of your love.
The
past few days have been all about adjustments: physical, logistical, and
emotional. I still haven’t slept through the night. Luckily my stomach has so
far held up. Things I did not expect to be shocking; swarms of flies hovering
around trash, stray dogs, rows of dilapidated buildings, apparently take some
getting used to even if you’ve already been to India.
One
pleasant surprise has been the neighborhood where my dormitory is. It is not
the swankiest part of the city, but it is relatively quiet (its 12:41 a.m. here
and I can still here horns blaring on the main road) and easy to go about one’s
business.
I’m
excited to start classes on Thursday and begin settling into a routine. I’ve
signed up for Accounting, MIS, Managerial Economics, Corporate Finance
International Trade and Hindi. It’ll be nice to start interacting with a lot of
people and get back to the classroom.
The
past few days have been busy taking care of bureaucracy like registering at the
police station (apparently its really important the Mumbai police know my home
address in the U.S.A. and the first names of my parents) and picking classes.
A
note about the name of my blog. Hindustan, is one of the many names people use
to call India. Hindustan translates to land
of the Hindus and comes from the Sanskrit word Sindhu. Persian explorers incorrectly pronounced “Sindhu” as “Hindu” and the name has stuck. Historically,
Hindustan encompassed Northern India. Other names for India include Bharat.
Tomorrow,
we have to take care of a final bureaucratic procedure and then will do some
sight seeing. More to follow.
Take
care and be well.
-Gabe
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