Out of Africa

I had a farm in Punjab, and being the boring sedentary thing that farms usually are, that's where it has stayed. Fortunately for me, things being as they are in this ultrapatriarchal part of the world, this implies no similar condition/attachment/predicament for me. I mean, of course, of the land ties and obligation variety… of the looking-after-the-property sort. And so, being the fortunately free female that I was, and the only one of my kind within the known universe, or at least within frequently inhabited parts of my own household, I – to cut a long story short, sometime – upped and left. For Africa, that is. Via Yemen via Bombay via the jailhouse via Delhi. And somewhere in there an unexpected, but always fun, ‘via Bhopal’ cropped up as well. Don’t ask, even if you weren’t going to. I’m actually now considering that as a more appropriate, if less subtle and allusive, title to this post. Don’t Ask. Oh, and none of this is a diatribe against the actual trip: that was the very stuff that… anyways, I wish it had never ended. For more than one reason. At least then I wouldn’t have had to talk about it so damn much. Now that whole godforsaken tale has been told so very many times, and has held me back from blogging for so very long by its sheer formidable mass, that that is all I am going to say about it. someday I might concede a picture or two… but that day aint here yet. And now that I have finally slain my belroc we shall have life and living again… and one of these days maybe even a post that actually says something.

Anyways, sort of an update – I graduated, and am now at sort of a loose end…at least as far as my parents are concerned – for them Chile might as well be xanadu. Oh yeah, that’s a bit of a jump in the narrative – as you must have realized, I decided not to do an M.A., or the M.A. decided not to do me, either way, something that could have been just some more of the usual hot air seems to have… well its early days yet to be making grand claims, so more on that later. What I am doing now is learning Spanish, for a reason apparently, looking for quick money making jobs - which might not quite be true, considering I got one last week and then turned it down – and generally moving towards a sort of objective…not so long term. Hmmm… so much for all the passion and drive.