So, I have arrived. Still living in a bit of bubble, not quite yet at the point where I can branch out and start to uncover all that India has to and will offer me. With perhaps the naivety of the innocent, we plan to move into our apartment on Wednesday. I say naivety purely as I have been warned, things don’t often go to plan here.
Tomorrow, we go for a final check of the apartment. Tomorrow, therefore will either be the bursting of our naivety bubble or we will continue to live in the belief that things happen on time and to the stated standard here. The question is: can you continue to consider yourself innocent of the truth if you are absolutely certain that sooner rather than later things will not go to plan – promises will not be kept? Perhaps informed innocence is a better term – if that is not an oxymoron in itself. Ah India, clearly nothing straightforward here!
A sudden nostalgia for a wonderful friend, Sarah, recently led me to the picking up of ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’ by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. This is one of her favourite books of all time; one that I had never read until now. One of the main characters, Fermina Daza believes that you can like anyone or any place purely by making the decision to like it. That if you choose not to make that decision, you may well learn to hate a person or a place. I have chosen to like India. I have chosen to allow the things that will inevitably disturb my comfort to simply be ‘India’.
Chris and myself have laughed however as to whether in six months time we will still be buoyed with such confidence, relaxation and determination to get on. Once again, is our positivity simply a reflection of our newbie innocence or is it something that you can more or less sustain for a prolonged period of time? Let’s hope so!
I have promised readers a more practical explanation of all that has happened to result in this great transnational move. Well, here it is.
For years, we have wanted to move abroad, to get an opportunity to live in a completely different culture, learn a new language, extend our knowledge of how the world works. Several opportunities for various reasons over the least 12 months or so have come and gone. Then India came.
On January 23rd this year, I randomly checked my phone at lunchtime only to see a text from my husband, ‘JLR are looking for people in this city. What do you think? (link to a Wikipedia article about Pune).’ Within 20 seconds, I had sent a text back saying – ‘go for it’. Within ten days, he had the job and it was perhaps only then we realised that we should think about it. We did for about 2 minutes and realised that we were up for anything so location was more or less irrelevant!
Consequently, we have moved to Pune so Chris can work for Jaguar LandRover although seconded to Tata Motors (owners of JLR). We will be here for at least three years although we joke if he fails at his job, we will either stay longer or he will be fired! He will, you see, be responsible for trying to bring a Tata car development project in on time – hence the firing or staying on longer! I have promised him a gin and tonic every evening! Timings and India, well as Chris’ favourite Indian line goes – Indian Standard Time really means Indian Stretching Time!
During this time, I will not be able to officially work. Although it is possible for me to get a work visa, the reality is that this is unlikely to happen. As a teacher in an international school, I would probably only just get over the minimum salary requirement for a work visa, then to get it I would have to go abroad, giving up my entry visa. Should my work visa be turned down – which is likely, I would then be faced with the possible situation that they would then not re-issue me an entry visa as I had just applied for a work visa! The resulting situation could well then be Chris living here while I was forced to stay in the UK for the remaining time on his contract. Not a situation, we are willing to even contemplate.
As I have stated in previous blogs though I need time, I need time to completely get my health back. I need to be able to set my own timetable and my own agenda. Prioritise getting physically fit which will help my health to make the final few steps it needs to fully return to the energy levels I was at 2 years ago. Legally therefore being forced not to work is exactly what I need. Without this, I think I would put pressure on myself, feeling I had to contribute – how could I be a feminist who lived off her husband when she had another choice. Here I don’t have a choice therefore no pressure to do what in reality I shouldn’t be doing anyhow.
I do hope to start doing some voluntary work, probably working with some education based NGOs but this I will do in a few months and I won’t throw myself into it but will do a little bit at a time until I feel physically it will be okay to do more. I’m quite excited to have that flexibility!
For the next 48 hours keep your fingers crossed and secularly or religiously hope / pray that our apartment will come through without any issues. That we can continue to live in our naive bubble but that also we can begin to discover ‘real’ life in India.
Keep your eyes peeled for the next blog – will we or will we not have moved in!??!?! Oh, the tension!
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