numbness..

dats wat i felt when i changed my place.
numb.!!!
u dont know whether to b happy to have changed ur old boring lifestyle or sad to leave all dat ws comfortable. yet wat i feel is numbness.
this numbness creates a methodical analyses of surroundings,..i know i m getting a bit statistical but this analyses do take place and i let it go its way.

new place..first question is "shelter"...not after much efforts i got one..
about dat i ll write later as i need to shift to there in a week r so..

next question is adjusting ur senses to check out the "transportation"...too bad in this area.
i forgot the main one... "language"..u ask the same thing in different languages..
ur efficiency in all of ur known languages is tested and u conclude dat u need to add this new one to ur knowledge bank if u dont want to talk using all ur body parts...

then its "food"..taste buds get superb chance to get tested and tried.
spicy not so spicy..weird looking and blank ones get gulped down without much thoughts.
still ur analysis brain is still on. u ll get the results without much delay.

then its "people".. they stare, they smile, they try to talk in native language and u put on ur antennas to understand, they sympathize, they cheat, they help, they tease, they think..
and in all this u r on the way to become one of them.

Comments

  1. Fickle CattleSeptember 21, 2010 at 6:10 AM

    There is always a sense of adventure though. I guess I both envy and don't envy you. Moving out of one's comfort zone is a brave thing to do.

    I am Fickle Cattle.

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