India - II

When I got outside, yeah I heard some shouts at me, but unfotunately not AIESECers'. The taxi drivers were acting as if I was a very important visitor like a VIP and as if I had to leave that airport immediately in order to hide myself from the paparazzi flashlights. A taxi driver grabbed my suitcase within a rush just to help me and I followed him with running steps while trying to figure out the reason of our fidget. Anyway, then we finally reached to a counter charging passengers before hiring taxis. This service is called Prepaid Taxi. A very useful service though, especially to prevent being overcharged.

I took a minibus taxi, or a taxi minibus, actually it was a very small minibus as a taxi, for max. 4 people with luggages. We were going quite fast and careless and the driver was refusing to touch minitaxibus's brake pedal. After a while, I found out at we had reached the city center because of noisy traffic jam surrounding us with continuous blowing horns. Suddenly I asked myself "umm, if this is the city center, what d fuck is this stink in here??" Wow, that was certainly unbelievable for me. Because it was my first exposure of breathing a 'shit' smelly air that surrounds the metropolis. While I was trying to resist the terrible smell, I startled by a beggarwoman's knock on the taxi's passenger window at right side. Her body was covered with filth, standing closely to the minitaxibus holding her hand inside. She was holding a half-naked baby by her other hand. I ignored her throughout her begging but she never gave up. Her face was so mournful that after looking at her eyes once, I couldn't take my eyes of hers for a moment. And suddenly I decided to give her alms just to let her go away. I had a long look around and observed everything took my attention. It had been only 1 hour since I arrived to India, but after every minute sitting in that minibustaxi, breathing stinky air and seeing dozens of miserable people rushing with bear feet, pulling carts or carrying heavy loads, I was feeling that my morale falling down more.

But anyway, let's skip that disappointing part, and start talking about my first impressions about Chandigarh, the city beautiful. It would be my first and last day in Delhi for the next 3,5 months. Even though it takes only 3,5 hours by train from chandigarh, I refused the necessity of visiting that city for a long time.

Second episode of The Dream - India 1

Right after completing the first episode (AIESEC&university challenge), I packed my clothes and said cheers to Turkiye, was a short good bye though. First destination was Qatar. Although it is a country standing on the ashes of desert, burning like a grill fire, however those guys succeed in keeping you fresh and pleased. My full pension hotel stay and airport transfer had already been arranged by Qatar Airways. When I woke up the next morning, I didn't know that it was my last luxurious night, on a soft bad with large pillows in a good-looking room with hot shower.

I was so enthusiastic to see India that I dreamed about everything I heard and read about it throughout the flight. In the end of 5th hour, finally, the captain asked for our attention again. He was announcing that my unforgettable and the most extraordinary experience was about to start. Oh my god!! I was there, was feeling very curious about outside, it was not possible to see around clearly from the tiny window, but, was it possible to see elephants around for sightseeing, or what about monkeys and cows? Were they living in the city among people or was it only an old rumour that causes stereotypes about India.

And what about AIESEC, were there any AIESECers waiting for me outside with a big smile and excitement on their face to welcome me? After dedicating my life to AIESEC for 5 years, of course I had deserved a good welcoming, wow did they bring an AIESEC banner, were they going to scream "hey AIESEC!!".

Discovering The Perfect Blue

Blue, the colour of harmony, the symbol of calmness and sometimes an influence through motivation, innovation and creativity. Personally, the colour of the kingdom in me, with it's all tones; the background of my dreams, the material of my tears and the intensity of my laughters.

It's been 5 years since I started voyaging on this stormy "development" ocean. Sometimes I found myself wrecked, sometimes commanding the waves with enjoyment and sometimes in a literal solitude on the middle of it, standing stable like nailed... Yells of loss and defeats, delights of exuberance and exhaustion of disappointments shaped and improved my character throughout this voyage. Every minute there was something in my mind, causing another question mark and curiosity. Every plan that I have drafted so far had me draft another one and then another one again...

That's why, I define Perfect Blue as my ocean of development. It is an everlasting ocean that has no precise rules, no corrects or wrongs, no steady climates... Even the most proper compass cannot show the right direction on it... The only way to go ahead and manage to survive is listening to your mind and heart and holding your dreams on your hands like a small 3-D puzzle, struggling to figure out which part belongs to where. And do you know what the most challenging and exciting aspect of it is, you can never know which picture will appear on that puzzle the next morning.

My pERFECT bLUE welcomes you, enjoy!..