At the beginning of this experience, during Orientation, I was given a single piece of feedback that really resonated with me. I was told that I rarely, if ever, showed any vulnerability throughout all of the various team building and bonding activities, and even six months prior, during my interview for this Fellowship. I looked puzzled at this critique because to me, this was a good thing, this meant I was a winner, a strong leader without weakness, and most importantly, someone who can solve problems without putting in too much emotion… or so I thought. But in reality, this was something much deeper and I needed some time to let it sink in.

A year later, I think I understand it and the pivotal moment took place over the last few weeks as I said my farewells. While I really meant see-you-laters, I knew realistically, that seeing all of the people I met through and going through the same experiences again, would be near impossible because well… life happens. People will change, places will change, and quite frankly, nothing will ever be the same as it is right now. But goodbyes and farewells were always easy for me because I always forced myself to believe that there’s always a tomorrow. However, the difference between moving from Connecticut to New York or from college to parents’ house and leaving India for the foreseeable future is vast.

In ten months, that difference grew to become an insurmountable level of emotions ranging from excitement, frustration, anxiousness, all the way to a never-felt-before level of sadness. You see, after 22 years of never being in India, the rawness, the newness, the abundance of culture and hospitality, and the innate feeling of “coming home” really consumed me. Every little experience, conversation, or site was an enormous deal for me. From every stray dog I had the honor to call over and pet to every home I was invited to in rural Rajasthan for chai, I felt as if this perfect place was crafted just for me and I hated that I took so long to experience it.

But the positive aspects weren’t what kept me intrigued about this new life; instead, it was the many challenges I faced. Starting with finding an apartment that didn’t judge me for drinking an occasional beer, being unmarried, or having an omnivorous appetite, India started out with confusion. Why does an apartment complex I’m willing to compensate care about how Hyderabadi mutton biryani is my favorite meal of all time? I found a place that was luckily managed by a very understanding couple. Then came the culture shock in the office. Alternate 6-day work weeks, micro-management, and eye-blink changes in direction and decisions led me to believe I’d never make it out of this place in one piece. Finally, came the end in June, where every day was a struggle of both realizing the work I aspired to do, and the relationships I wanted to cultivate, felt incomplete, but the time I had left was coming to a close.

“Men don’t cry” is thrown around like sage wisdom but coming from a guy who has tried to never shed a tear, it’s bullsh*t. Because what I learned going through these really tough experiences is how vulnerability was the key to my success today and how it will continue to be the key for my future. It was me watering up in front of the artisans as I said my final goodbye that warranted them to open up fully and tell me that they’ll miss me every day, trust me without fail, and hope that I’ll come back to them soon. It was the harsh arguments I had with my fill-in mentor Meghna, that I realized how much I care about the work I was doing and how much she cared for my growth, lending to what I’m sure will be a lifelong relationship. It was my heart sinking when I found out that I was unfit to do field visits due to some external stakeholder who had more to gain than my loss, that led me to take control of my work and get things done on my own time using my own resources. It was my proud frustration when I overheard an Uber pool driver blatantly tell another passenger that I wasn’t a real Indian because I could barely speak Hindi, that forced me to speak as much Hindi as I could every day… voh driver abhi uska shabd kayinge (my Hindi improved, pakka)! And finally, it was the rivers I cried due to the many see-you-laters that showed me how impactful my friendships and family were in my life regardless of their long or short tenure.

India made me vulnerable like I’ve never been before and it was this vulnerability that made me feel human first, professional later. It changed the way I perceive my life and gave me confidence in the idea that making mistakes, showing weakness, and getting rid of my imposter syndrome, is the first step to becoming the servant-leader I need to be if I want to succeed in this space or just about anywhere else. Feedback taken!