3 years in India and growth is all I have to show for it
It’s morning October 25, 2009. I exit through the door of my NYC – Delhi
Emirates Airlines flight full of a whiskey infused confidence. I stride through immigration brashly displaying
my freshly minted Person of Indian Origin (PIO) card and then head to the
baggage counter to pick up my entire life which has been stuffed into 3 large
suitcases. Despite the large amount of luggage I’m carrying, customs waives me
through the exit and I search for my taxi driver who I assumed would be holding
a large sign displaying my name. I pace
back and forth and see no “Neel Shah” placard.
My arms are getting sore lugging my bags back and forth, my face is
getting tired of wearing the fake smile which I am unnecessarily keeping and my
confidence is fading at the same pace as the whiskey high. I don’t want to exit the airport as I know
that they won’t let me back in so I just continue pacing for a half an hour.
Finally, I give up and head over to the Airtel counter to call my future boss.
When I approach the skinny boy who is manning the phones, I notice that all of
my confidence is gone. Besides having a
slight hangover, I have somehow transformed back into my old nervous, excitable
and restless self. I can barely spit out
the numbers to call my boss and notice that my voice is cracking while I’m on
the phone with him. There is a fear and desperation in my voice which I didn’t
expect. After a few back and forth calls which cost me about 100 rupees, I eventually
found my driver (or he found me) and we were on the way down NH8 to the Dentsu
company guesthouse in Chitranjan Park, Delhi.
On the drive down to my residence for the next 2 months, I
stared out the window at the slew of honking autos, beggars on the street,
stray dogs and beat up houses and can vividly remember the thoughts I was
having: “Why did I move here? Was this the right choice or just an impulse
decision? How long will I stay here and what will my life be like?” And the
biggest question of all…”How the hell can I expect to make a difference in
India if I can’t even find my taxi without freaking out?”
Now it’s morning October 25, 2012. I’m sitting on an Indigo Airlines flight from
Delhi to Nagpur (Maharashtra). In Nagpur
I’ll be picked up by someone from the Nagpur Premier League who will be showing
me the football scene in the city. On the way we will be picking up a friend of
mine who I met at a meditation camp in Dharamsala and will be accompanying us
on the tour as he has personal experiences of playing football in Nagpur while
growing up. In the evening, a car will take my colleague Sweekar and I to the
village of Betul located 4 hours away where we will be staying for a few days
to assess the viability of establishing a football Academy in this area as part
of a research project my company has been commissioned to complete.
While flying over India, I have the luxury of looking back
over the past 3 years. I am still that
nervous, excitable and restless boy who arrived in Delhi, but the difference is
that I am full of much more wisdom. That’s it. It’s that simple and that
beautiful.
In the end, growth is all that matters. Spiritual growth. Any other type is fleeting and temporary.
Over these past 3 years I have had a lot of money, I’ve not had any money; I’ve
had extreme professional highs, I’ve had paralyzing professional lows; I’ve
been engaged, I’ve been single; there have been times when I can’t manage all
the people I’m hosting and times when I’m so lonely that my heart literally
hurts; there have been moments when I’m so thankful that I moved to India and
times when I was online looking for the first flight to take me back to the US;
there have been times when I’ve been overweight and times when I’ve been
skinny; there have been times when I’ve been at the peak of my health and times
when I’ve been in the ICU fearing death; etc… the list can go on and on.
The point is that nothing is forever except wisdom created
by spiritual growth. Looking back over
the past 3 years I have been blessed with growth which is exactly what I was
looking for when I chose to move to India.
And now I can happily say that I’m looking forward to spending many more
years growing in this special country…
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