I’ve wanted to come to India for over a decade now. Ever since I started Kundalini Yoga and my teacher shared stories of his youth. It’s exciting to be on my way. I’ve read so much and heard so much and dreamt about this country, it’s a bit surreal to by flying there now.
I’m not sure what my time in India will bring. I’m not sure what things I’ll learn, what skills will prove to be useful, what experiences will end up being the most interesting or the most meaningful or the most humbling. I have few expectations but many hopes.
I hope to learn about human rights. I read about human rights in school and witnessed human rights violations in Africa, but I want now to participate and advocate. I want to enter the fight. So I hope to learn in India practical strategies to protect people’s most basic rights. I hope to learn what techniques are available to empower the oppressed and to hold abusers accountable. I hope to be inspired by the men and women fighting the good fight, day after day, in the face of pain, suffering, and heartbreak.
I hope to finally decide that going to law school was a good idea. I went to law school skeptically, knowing that I would not be happy following a typical lawyer’s career. I went hoping and trusting that I would find legal work that excited me, that inspired me, that spoke to the deepest parts of me. I hope to find in India proof that this is possible.
I hope to connect with the place where yoga and meditation—two practices very dear to my heart—originated.
I hope to have my worldview challenged and enriched. I hope to make friends who can share a new culture with me. I hope to share the best parts of American culture as well.
Most importantly, I hope to watch an absurd number of Bollywood movies.
Three hour romantic comedies with dancing? Brilliant.
That’s it for now. Stay tuned.