It's good to be me :)))

So now everyone, just stop for a minute and think. Think about when was the last time that you really felt happy - so happy, that you felt the urge to just stand up and shout out loud that you love to live, and that you're having a good time.


So, when was it????


Come on, think.......


For me, it was yesterday. On the bus back from Bangalore. I just felt this really overwhelming happiness, and still had to sit there (but was smiling like a tejbetök). And why? I don't really know....

It all started the day before, when i set up the meeting with L., the hungarian boy who also wanted to volunteer here, but couldn't. So we wanted to meet in Bang. on friday morning, as there was a quite good train leaving here at 1am, getting there around 7:30 (what actually became 8:30 at the end). When i told my colleagues about going to B, they all smiled, but it was funny to see the smile freezing on their faces when i sad that i'll meet a boy (A BOY) there :)))) and the smile completely faded and turned into some kind of perplexity when i sad that i'll just take my bike and cycle to the trainstation. At midnight..... woooooo.

But so i did, it was fine, the train was also almost in time in Dav, and the only time i got a bit asshole was when i arrived to the 'ladies waiting room' (yes, this is existing here, and is really cool), which was full of local guys. First i thought, ok, i don't really mind, but when they tried to talk to me and laugh about me, etc, i just made it quite clear that this was a ladies waiting room, and as they don't really resemble a woman, they can just lift up their buttoms and leave....

And then i arrived to Bang, met L, we went to have some dosas (what else???? ;) ) at some restaurant, and just chatted as long as we were technically kicked out :) It was really great. JUst imagine that you meet someone you only have two things in common: your nationality and the country you're presently in. And still, after 5 minutes, you're talking already about yourselves, god, family, lovers, ideas, whatever....
This is actually something i love about travelling alone (yes, this was also a topic): you're just so much more open - to get to know new people, but also generally, more open to new feelings, sites, ideas, etc. And you are also more willing - or at least i am - to tell more about myself. And this makes the people you meet also more open. So at the end you're having really nice discussions with people you probably would simply pass by when you're at home - or when you're travelling together with someone.
When we finally left the reastaurant (after a good 2+ hrs), L. just noted that he almost forgot that he's in india :))) and so did i.... first time in 5 months that i've been talking in hungarian with someone face-to-face. And it's a good feeling, i can tell you. Not that i have any problems with talking in english. it's just that your mother tongue IS your mother tongue.... And talking to L. felt also really good - somehow i start to think that there's one type of persons coming to india for longer times, a type i can get on really well with.

Afterwards we went to pick up my camera. It's official now: it's gone. dead. they couldn't find the spareparts for it anymore (well, it's a 6years old model at the end...) :( But what was really interesting, that they didn't charge anything for the (even unsuccesful) service. In hungary (or anywhere in europe) just the checking would have costed me a good amount.
So what's next? go and start looking for a new one. Opposite to the service there was a "plaza", a huge building full of smaller shops, a great collection of shops with grey-market (leesett a teherautóról típusú) appliances. And we went around, found one camera that was really sympathetic, apart from the price. But Suren already told me before that he has a friend in Bang, so in case i need to buy a new camera, he'll call him, and he'll come and help with buying a new one. So after L. left (he was flying to Calcutta in the afternoon), i called Suren, he called Pavan, and after lunch (where i've met two local men, one of them a chess-player - he gave me a short biography about the Polgár sisters and Lékó Péter. both of the men are working in the government tax office, so now i know even more about the taxation system here) i've met Pavan. We went back to the same building where i was checking the cameras with L, and at another shop we found the same camera as with L, just for 2000 rs (ca. 10e huf) cheaper. There was still some back-and-fort with the payment (i wasnted to pay with the card, given that for me this is the cheapest way of buying.) Finally they agreed on the price, the payment, etc (with quite some pressure coming from Pavan regarding the price-reduction + the package: 1gb memory card, pouch + an adapter for the charger, as it has the indian-style plug), so now i have this little baby (10x optical zoom, and some funny functions, like the "baby" function, where you can add text to the picture to keep track on how old the baby was in a given photo), a panasonic lumix dmc-tz1:

Then Pavan walked me to the train station, but it turned out that the next train to Dav was leaving at 9pm, and this was only at 4... So we went to the bus station, and just like last Sunday, when i was coming back with Suren, there was a bus just leaving for Davangere, so i hopped on, and was already on the way back....
Which was good, but i think somehing of the food i had was not 100%, and at the outskirts of Bangalore i actually had to stop the bus and visit a nice bush..... you can't imagine the relief..... Soon afterwards there was one more stop, and there was a lady getting on and sitting down next to me - she's a law teacher at a university close to bangalore, and she knows the family of Suren, and we just chatted for two hours, until she had to get off. And then i started to think that she reminded me of someone - and i had to realise that she reminded me of myself.... weird, but really, her smile, face, etc. like seeing myself in a mirror with darker skin and ca. 15 years elder. I'll look good at the age of 40 :)))

So i think all these people i've met yesterday, and the weather, and the new camera and the fact that i'm travelling (i really enjoy it, even though sometimes the bus was jumping so badly that i tought my liver'll give in and tear into pieces....), and i don't know, the positive energy alltogether made me suddenly realise that i'm happy. and that it's good to be me. and i'm happy with who i am, and where i am, and how i look (yes, that was also one thing, that i was happy with how i looked, and realised that even though there is still some surplus, but i guess i would've already exploded but for my genetical inheritence (and ok, sometimes some self-discipline, the killer 5-day very unhealthy orange-zwieback-diet and the present ca. 4times-a-week workout regime) ) and just simply enjoy my life as it is right now. it was just a moment of full, pure joy. And it was good :)

And one more thing i realised was that when you can't remember a good time (yes, sometime when you wanted to literally jump for joy), it's not because you have such a bad life, but because we tend to forget to appreciate good things. Like a nice chat with a stranger. Or a good dosa :)

(and the positive thing for today: there was an email from pannon, they tried to call me on my hun phone, but couldn't reach me - no wonder, and in case i'm still interested in the job i've applied for with them, i shall contact them as soon as possible..... wow :) )

(the negative thing for today is that the chain of my bike was thorn on the way here, but the boys already took it to the service, so i'll have it fixed soon).

life is good. fullstop.