And one fine day, She asked me, what are you gonna do for ur training... I mean, where are u gonna go? And I was speechless. I didn't know that I was supposed to go anywhere in the vacations... Vacations meant no work, right ?
But I came back to my room early, and sent a cover letter for internship to some 20 to 30 architectural firms, knowing it perfectly that I was gonna go to Patna, my hometown, and if possible, get a training there only. After about half an hour, I forgot everything about the mails.
And next day, I got a mail from Shama, inviting me for a 2 months training in her firm, in Auroville, next to Pondicherry. Apparently, my googlepages webspace seemed interesting to her.
I thought, Dude, I am not gonna go to Pondicherry, Its simply too far.
And typing these words in my office in Auroville, (6 km from Pondicherry), I can now realise how dumb my first impression about this place was. This place is Awesome, and I mean every letter of it.
The best part of it all ? Internationalism. My ex roomie was a French fellow, Damien. He went away wid his girlfriend, who is a german girl. My new room mate is a Spanish fellow. My crush here is a French girl, and my best friends include two american guys, a dutch girl, an Irish girl, a girl from America, three indians and one Austrian old man.
Life is so easy goin out here. I hv got a Passion Bike on rent, and enjoying the mud roads of Auroville in Style. Talk about friends, beaches, eating out, bikes, guest houses, office, work, Stipend.... and so on. And you would end up talkin about my life here in Auroville. People are simple, the economy is simple and the needs are Simple. And I thought Auroville was a religious place, stinking wid spiritualism and meditation and stuff like tht.
No, Its about being happy, and about being carefree.
Everyday I do around 50 push ups, eat 2 eggs in the morning, reach my office, work till 6 in the evening, and then go to the multimedia center for the free movie...
And in the last few days, I have seen some of the best movies and documentaries of my life in tht air conditioned auditorium. Small and beautiful. Both the documentaries, and the Auditorium itself.
I think my lunch time is over. I know its a bad ending to a blog post, but well, hvta work, buddy.
Will talk about other stuff in the next post of this series.
Alec.
