Living in a foreign country can be difficult. At some point, everyone is going to think, "why are these people so weird?" Life in your home country seems "normal" or "civilized", life abroad can seem truly bizarre.
Today, I happened upon a great description of life in a bizarre, inexplicable culture.
One might ask why start writing about my travails now? Why could this be not written say, some three or four years ago? Well I could have written earlier but I wasn't sure if I wanted anyone to read it because my article would have been full of convoluted sentences. Fast forward to five years, and I have placed myself in a position where I believe I am clearer in my thoughts and that helps when I want to communicate. Any later than now, I think I will forget so this is the time.
We tell one and all, “We have not changed in all these years.” At the same time we have something in our heads telling us, “Of course you have!” The only thing that is constant is change and we have transformed our lives in many ways and forms and that sometimes we are not able to fathom or even put it in words. Much of the process is unconscious and it's amazing how we imbibe things without really being aware of it.
Rajashree Ghosh's post is wonderful. Having written a number of similar letters while living in Bangladesh, I can't tell you how refreshing it is to find the tables turned!
It just goes to show, the more different we think we are, we remain pretty much the same.