Returning Home

Scribbles on the Margins has been dormant for the last 2 years; it sort of got left behind in the rush of the last couple of years in grad school. Now that I'm back in India (for good) I'm going to attempt to resuscitate this blog.

I've been in Bangalore for just a few days, basically trying to settle in. The move from NYC was fairly painless, thanks to a very helpful Pakistani cab driver who broke a number of traffic regulations to get me to Newark on time (no more Holland tunnel traffic for me). On the other hand, I think I'll be grateful if cabbies in Bangalore adhered to traffic regulations once in a while.

We're still struggling to get broadband access at home, we've been told it'll get done in the next 2 days. But then again, that's what we were told 10 days ago. So keeping my fingers crossed on that one.

I'll end this post with what my very friendly Pakistani cab driver told me when he found out I was returning home for good. The beauty is lost in the translation to English, but in essence he said that we immigrant desi's are like fresh water fish now - we die when we go back into the salty ocean.

Here's to hoping that I'm not allergic to salt!