I anticipated many emotions during my final week in Bangalore: sadness, relief, uncertainty, and nostalgia. I was not expecting jealousy. It surfaced when I was making plans for a night out with my closest friends. Someone mentioned that a few new interns from work would join us. I sent the following text to my friend: “You guys can make new friends after I go.”
I was bitter that my time here was over, and that I would move on and my friends would move on. The plug was pulled far too quickly on an intense ten months of work, life and relationships. My friendships in Bangalore were 24-7. We worked together, went out together, went home and texted each other until we fell asleep. I was jealous of anyone else who got to pick up the life that I had so meticulously arranged since September. When I returned to work after a week off, I watched my team in meetings, discussing tasks and events that I wouldn’t be a part of, and it stung. There I encountered the biggest lesson of this fellowship: letting go. You can return to a city, you can return to a social circle, but you cannot return to a time and a feeling.
Endpoint in Himachal Pradesh started painfully. I counted every day in Mashobra as one day less spent in Bangalore, where I felt I really belonged. I snapped out of it soon enough, when I realized that all the fellows probably felt similarly about their adopted Indian hometowns. Soon enough, I had completely and unwittingly detached myself from Bangalore and Janaagraha, because I forgot about June 28th. This was the date of our big press conference to release Bangalore’s Ward Quality Score to the public and media.
It was Sridar who brought me the exciting news a day later in Delhi, as he had opened up the Times of India on his flight and spotted on the top right of the very front page, an article featuring WQS. I enviously imagined my team celebrating back in Bangalore, as we had dreamt of doing through every readjusted project deadline. Of course, when I called Arjun, I got to hear about all the last-minute hurries and worries and felt less excluded. It doesn’t happen often, but I was lucky enough to have worked on a project that actually culminated within the 10 months of the fellowship.
It will take some time for me to process this experience, but I am incredibly grateful, humbled, and changed by it. I’ve grown because of the work I did, the people I met, and the city I lived in. Bangalore is more of a home to me now than it ever was when I lived there as a child. I’ve rediscovered it by myself and recognized that it has grown and changed immeasurably, just as I have, in these past 15 years.
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And check out Bangalore’s Ward Quality Score at I Change My City.