In US finally.

Yeah people, I am in the US right now. Everything is fine here, but India has improved so much in the past few years, I dont feel the difference between India and the US ( except for the girls and cars and bikes ofcourse ;)).


One thing I don't want to do in this blog is to bore you about my flight and my life here. All I have got to say is I am fine and this place is very pleasent to live in. I have nt had major difficulties as yet. I got a nice apt and luckily nice room mates. We are having a lot of fun. The icing on the cake would be when I get a job.

Anyways let me entertain you with one of the most stupidest mistake that anyone could do. It all started when we set on friday, 11th aug to the Uni to apply for the on campus job. Now in order to get there we need to take a bus called wolfline, run by the uni. We went there and we walked around a lot and got extremely tired and hungry. Oh ya and I forgot, before we went to the uni, we went to the university surplus and got a few chairs ( 1 dollar each) and stuff. So by around 5 pm when we got into the bus to head back to our apt we r freaking tired and hungry.


So we got into the bus and as usual the bus is full of indians. (there are so many of them here that I sometimes doubt whether I am in India or in US. hehe) We got chatting and I met these 2 guys for the the first time and we struck a conversation. We then got off the bus near our house. I was still talking to this new guys when my room mates subbu and vinay started yelling at me to get going. Then suddenly I realized that something was amiss. I realized that I dint have my bag with me anymore. Now people this is not an ordinary backsack, it contains my PASSPORT, VISA, I 20, ALL MARKSHEET and in short it was the record of my entire life till date. So in short I was instantly an alien in this big bad country.

Panic instantly set in and I came running towards my roomies and shouting that i left the bag in the bus. All of us became instantly tensed. We started running on the return route of the bus. then a brain wave hit me and I asked nmy friend Vinay to wait on the main road as the bus usually takes 2 different routes on the return journey but laways crosses the main road. Then I called the bus service from subbu's cell and reported that my bag was mising. Unfortunately it was the start of the weekend and there was no one to answer the phone.

Now I started freaking out, i started running as fast as I could on the bus route. Subbu came along with me, panting and struggling to keep up as he was also trying to call the bus service. So we went running all the way to where we thought was the last bus stop and there was no bus to be seen. I was thinking about the consequences now. It was a disaster in all respects. I would have to probably go to washington n get a new passport. I have to call home n get new transcripts. It was going to be a pain in the ass. i could also get deported back to India without even attending a single class. I started abusing myself for being so careless.

Finally subbu caught up with me and we started going thought our options. We called up this senior and he suggested that we mail the bus service guys and tell them about this. he said there was a good chance of getting the bag but nothing could be done till monday. I was devasted. How could I go through the 2 days till monday. I was totally wrecked. subbu and me started walking to the computer centre to send the mail. We were scared, we were exhausted by the running and dint know what to do. Then we see our friend Vinay running towards us fromt he other side. Initially I was not very positive about what was happening and thought he was running towards us because even he dint know what to do standing on the main road all that time. Then subbu told me " dude look at his hand is that your bag in it?". Now I became alert and started concentrating. Before I could react, Subbu started shouting to vinay " Is that the bag, did u get?" and all we got in return was a "what? what?" and a million dollar smile. Man was i relieved at that point.

the bus had indeed come on the main road on the return journey, and my friend Vinay was able to stop it. He was able to somehow convince the driver that it was his friend's (my) bag and so he had to hand it over. I was so relieved I could have cried easily. Anyway after promising to buy these guys a 24 pack for their invaluable help, we finally headed home.

I owe these guys a lot for getting my bag back. I would have been in deep shit without them. Thanks a lot buddies. Anyways, now I have kept all my documents at our home and only carry the stuff required for the day. Who says miracles don't happen? With friends like this it could happen everyday.

Oh by the way Harsha is our other roomie and at present we are having a ball of a time. We are having awesome fun. Will keep you posted about my other misadventures. [:)]