Confessions of an Immigrant- 15

Sometimes your mind and heart are so full of things that you cannot jot down anything and write about it. My mind has been hovering over all those myriad thoughts which I wanted to shout out but couldn’t. So many good things happened all of sudden that I always felt something was missing in my life. Whenever I try to mend the missing pieces, I always end up creating a new situation for myself. Some of them were weird cases for sure.

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I am done with my studies and internship. Now I am doing Security Job at Reilly’s full time. The central locations are Metro Toronto Convention Centre and the University of Toronto.

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Sometimes I get other locations too when people don’t show up. I have all types of shifts starting from morning to afternoon to night shifts. When I had my first ever night shift, it was for 13 hours, and when I got home, I slept for 10 hours. Even after that, I was so dead. I tried to find out the reason why I was so exhausted after my night shifts whereas other people love to do night shifts. Thus, the mantra to do night shifts is, you should force yourself to sleep for 3-4 hours before you go for a shift. The time 1-3 at night is the time when everyone tends to doze off so if you had a nice sleep, you can utilize your energy during that time.

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Recently, we covered an event called Parliament of Religions. I met people from different countries and some amazing figures like Padmanji (Bharatnatyam Dancer), Juss Kaur (Painter), Uma Ji( Member of Chinmoy Community), Binny Sareen (Bhrama Kumari), Anita (Member of Religious Society) and there were many people whom I knew by faces but we shared some unsaid connections. After attending that event, I felt I have some purpose in life. I learned so many different things about Hinduism, Jainism, Buddhism, Sikhism, Christianity, Islam, and many others.

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I felt as if there was an amalgamation of religions. I saw a painting that had paintings of Guru Gobind Singh which was made from the word ‘Waheguru.’ I was sick on that day and coughing a lot. A lady came to me and asked me if she could pray for me. I said yes. She prayed for my speedy recovery. After that, I felt so lifted and confident that I cannot even explain.

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You are reading it right, I shifted to a new place again. So, it is a fantastic apartment which I am sharing with four more girls. This sounds messy but honestly speaking, I am in awe with the place as it is decorated, well maintained. I am sharing the room with one girl who is away or at work most of the times so in sharing I feel the ambiance of a private room. The next door room has three girls. They have ample space for storage, so my stuff easily got fitted there. It is not even a month, but I get positive vibes from the house. I am happy and content with my choice.

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Since its December and we all know Christmas and Boxing Day are the major affairs in Canada. I am one lazy person who hates shopping from the core of my soul, but my friend Hetal inculcated the seed of online shopping in me which has me completely cut off with the outside stores. I have shopped from Aldo, Walmart, Rickis, Cleo till now and I have loved the stuff so far. To add more, I came across apps like Instacart, Groupon, Shutterfly. Well, Instacart is for Walmart grocery shopping. Those who know me, they are well acquainted with the fact that I am super bad in grocery shopping. It took me precisely 15 minutes to order the stuff, and it was delivered to my place within 2 hours. If you are like me, then Instacart is the best choice. This Groupon is one cool app which helps you to find the best deals in restaurants, fun activities, travels, nightlife, leisure stuff. With this app, I got to know about some of the cool classes in the budget of course. Airbnb is similar to Groupon which you can try as well. And now coming to Shutterfly, this app helps you design and order customized mugs, books, t-shirts for your loved ones. If you are looking for fun stuff this Boxing Day or any other day, then do try these sites and applications for sure.

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I did get to know how this year ended. This year had been a roller coaster ride for me. From separation to meeting new people, from changing houses to changing work locations, experiencing good things to frustrated times, weddings to festivals, loneliness to family gatherings, sadness to fun, with not a single piece written to an incomplete Goodreads list, I had it all. I became mature, sensible and evolved as a human being.

I am looking forward to a better New Year with lots of new people in life, happiness, love and many unsaid wishes to be fulfilled.

Wishing you a very Happy New Year. Will see you in 2019 with new stories!

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Confessions of an Immigrant- 13

365 days Theory

I had thought before that I won’t be there at one place for a long time. I had a plan for 180 days theory just like Sachin Garg’s book. But all went in vain. I felt a strong ephemeral connection with the place I was living that whenever I plan to move out, I end up moving in again in that same place. This has happened thrice. And finally, I am leaving the place. Technically, it’s been 358 days since I have been living in this house.

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Now I have moved to Brampton, the Minnie India. The relocation is the toughest segment in a person’s life. I felt the same here when I was leaving India. The zeal of emotions overpowered me. A connection theory revolves around this. Whenever I used to plan to leave that place, I had always changed the decision but this time the decision turned into an action. I lived there for one year. The memories that hover over my mind are ethereal. The time spent with roommates, trying different restaurants, shopping, showing dresses to each other, sharing emotions and giving endless advice and at times fighting too. All these became parts and parcel of our life. The separation was difficult but still, it was never a goodbye, but always a reason to talk again and again.

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Brampton, the new phase sounded ecstatic but came out to be tough. The same thing, finding the routes were a roller coaster ride. I can’t believe that using Mr. Google can also make me lose my way. The reason being, Mr. Google never tells that the area I am going to have a ravine or a construction zone. Mr. Google will be Mr. Google, isn’t it?

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There are different modes of transport here. Zum Bus stops at Zum stops only, whereas for reaching other places or interiors of the area, you need Brampton Transit. If you want to travel Mississauga, then Mi-way or Zum comes to your rescue. Further, if you want to go to Toronto then Go Bus or Go Train is the best. These transits actually baffle my mind as in one day sometimes you have to take all the transits. My travel revolves around two cities: Brampton and Downtown henceforth, I take Brampton Transit, Go Train, Subway and TTC Bus. If I make any passes, then they come out to be a wastage of money, so I use Presto which can be used in all the four places. Now I have connected my Presto with student ID so I get 18% discount.

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Talking about the Brampton Transit, the frequencies are much lesser here. One bus comes after every 30-40 mins or even after an hour. If you miss your bus, then you are late. So, it is better to plan your journey one day ahead. Should I boost my reaching college half an hour before in spite being living almost 2 hours away! Most of my classes start at 8:30 so I get up at 5:15 and reach my bus stop at 6:10 where my bus comes at 6:19 and by 6:26 I reach the Go station. From there, I take 6:32 Go train and reach at 7:25. Then I take Southbound subway followed by another Eastbound Subway. I reach Pape station at 7:50 and then the final TTC I take. Mortimer Avenue is just 2 stops away. You can walk too but in mornings, you are sleepwalking, so I take that. I reach at 8:05 and I have my breakfast. This is my routine. The journey is tiresome, but I get some sleep in that time. I cannot believe myself that, I do all of this. I am not a morning person and here I am getting up early and managing everything. Sometimes, I like to give myself a thumbs up for being courageous to do that.

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Perks of traveling in Go train can be sleeping, reading and writing your thoughts while experiencing them. I met many amazing people while traveling and got to learn so many tricks.

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My uncle is my train buddy. I am almost flabbergasted by his tricks, but I feel they are perfect. He takes the third compartment while going and takes the first compartment while coming back. On being asked, he told me his theory of compartments. He says that the third last compartment opens at Bay Street from where he can take the Southbound Subway easily while coming back, the first compartment opens near the parking side. It sounded weird but when I tried it, made some sense to me. Mostly, students and working-class travel on Go train.

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Then I had an encounter with an HR Professional who always takes the fourth compartment from the last. I happened to sit there so I met her. She cleared so many notions about the HR field. My previous course was Human Resource Management, so I was curious about this field and her work culture. She told me that this field involves writing too and I was unaware of this fact. Meeting with her came out to be knowledgeable.

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Also, I met this Pakistani lady who told me about her experiences in this country. She told me that she had been in Canada for 45 years and I was wondering how she can live here for so many years. She told me about her family and about her languages. She speaks such an amazing Hindi and Urdu. Despite being 75 years old, she likes to travel. She had come to Brampton to meet her daughter and she was going back to her son. She talked about the people of Canada and how beautifully this country accepted her and her family. The Go train experiences had been fabulous, and I feel that my other write-ups would include Subway and train journeys as my most of the time is spent here.

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Talking about the bus drivers, they are helpful. I happened to take Zum bus once where I asked about the stop from the driver. I told him that I was new. He welcomed me and told me about the Zum stops and the helpline numbers where can I call if I lost my way. There was another bus driver who helped me a lot. I was running late for my work in Mississauga. I had to catch another bus and I had missed it in front of my eyes. The driver had no passengers to drop, so he helped me catch the bus. He took me from another side and I could catch the bus.

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Brampton city has been friendly, helpful and amazing for me. I never felt so positive and lively after coming here. I feel that my decision of coming here, despite the distance has been fruitful. I hope things go positive this way.

Escapade- A Private Affair

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Life gets shitty with her scandalous talks. Nobody wants to go with her on long walks. Sarcasm is her cup of tea, which makes her tormented heart care free. She is not a bird but a caged sparrow, that has made her way shallow. Everyone laughs at her self- mockery, but little do they realise about her jeopardised crockery. She has a heart of gold which gets sold because of her black mole. Her eyelashes have a story which talks about her hidden glory. She cannot be anyone’s history because she carries a darkness of mystery. She is a mistress to that Prince whose wife calls her a pimp. She lives the life of luxury with caged ornaments of judiciary and boundary. She wants to be that runaway bride who wants to feel the ambience of air. She wants to live for her future is to die. She doesn’t want bondage and tacky tags but a respected name. She wants to show everyone that she is not a matter of shame but a name, used for fame. She lives in a palace where the walls are too strong for her own voice to reach her. She is never bounded by customs for they are meant for princesses.

She was once a princess who got defeated by a chivalrous warrior. He was a warrior in name and had nothing to give her in name. She loved him with her whole heart, but he made her the toy of every man’s hard rock. She lives the life of misery painted with a smile and a tear drop of glycerine. She cannot fight for the world will never grant her this right. She wants an escapade which can set her free from this jingled bondage life.

P.S : This is neither a poem nor a verse and not even a prose.. So I am confused what I ended up into. Feedbacks and suggestions are welcomed