Bangalore! The minute I saw that word my head started spinning. I read my job offer letter again hoping that miraculously the city would change to Mumbai but clearly the letters failed to budge. I panicked and started thinking how would my big fat joint family react to this.
Aunt no. 1: You are going to live in Bangalore? They don’t even speak Hindi. How will you talk to them?
Uncle No. 1: That city is expensive and is full of crimes. The other day I read in the newspaper….
Mom: Who will cook for you? You will go hungry! Who will clean the house. You don’t even know how to sweep properply!!!
Dad: Just say no. We will look for a better job in Mumbai itself.
Every time I called home to wish Happy Holi or when people called me to wish Happy Birthday, I would hear the variations of these statements. At one point of time I started feeling helpless. According to them, I was a spineless little spoilt brat who could barely cook without setting the house on fire and who needed people at beck and call. I had absolutely no support from anywhere.
That’s when my best friend Srikanth came into the picture. He calmed me down and told me that the first ting you need to ask yourself is that whether you truly want to take up the job or are you going to accept the position just to spite your family.
After thinking about it for days I realized that the job really excited me and I did want to join the organization. “Good for you”, he told me “Now we are going to spend this entire day and #together prepare a list of things you can do to survive in a new city”
Well, that was easy. I knew I could make simple sabji and roti though I did not know how to make dal and rice. I knew I could keep a place reasonably clean and my sweeping skills had improved dramatically after I volunteered to sweep my dorm a couple of times. I knew that I would be lost for a first few weeks in a new city but I had to manage! I was a 23 year old who was all set to conquer the world. Surely I could make friends.
Next he told me to make a list of my priorities and my questions about the city. I needed to find a house first, then figure out my monthly expenditure, ask people about the transportation of Bangalore and the language problems and so on.
We worked on this list all day and used all possible sources. From putting up queries on Quora to joining Flat Without Brokers group on Facebook. At the end of the day I was tired but full of hope and optimism. Yes, I was going to move to a new city and yes, I was shit scared but I knew my strengths and weaknesses. This was one of the most memorable days of my life when I learnt that even a pampered princess like me could survive on my own. I realized the skills I had developed after living away from home for two years and also the skills I need to hone; learning to make dal rice was amongst them. Whenever I think of that day I realize how positive those little lists made me and the inner strength they gave me made me realize that one should never ever give up!
Do tell me about your most memorable day of your life and visit https://housing.com who inspired me to write this post.