{"id":195,"date":"2014-06-05T02:00:10","date_gmt":"2014-06-05T02:00:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kochanski.org\/kelly\/?p=195"},"modified":"2016-03-05T02:21:01","modified_gmt":"2016-03-05T02:21:01","slug":"a-tale-of-two-visas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kochanski.org\/kelly\/a-tale-of-two-visas\/","title":{"rendered":"A tale of two visas"},"content":{"rendered":"

I have a new game for you guys. ‘Where in the world is Kelly?’ I hope some of you are good at it, since I’ve begun to get rather confused myself. Set the clock to any time in the past week, account for jetlag, then throw a few darts at a globe between New England and Asia and you’ll probably be pretty close.
\nThis summer I had a plan. I was going to go to Bangalore, and intern with Shell. I’d spend my weekdays working on computational fluid dynamics, and my weekends wandering on the roads and hills of India.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
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Lake at the botanical garden, Lalbagh, of Bangalore.
\nThe red parts of the tree aren’t flowers, but leaves.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

I was nervous, of course. How do I find housing in India? Can I haggle with autorickshaw drivers? Will I get sick? Will my work be interesting? What will I wear? <\/i>Over a few days in Bangalore, I began to figure all of these out. Unfortunately, none of this may matter. Due to a certain miscommunication around visas, I showed up at work on Monday and was told in the early afternoon that I and another of the interns weren’t legally allowed to work for Shell.<\/p>\n

Our Indian visas say ‘TOURIST’ on the spot where they ought to say ‘EMPLOYMENT’<\/strong>. This is a problem in spite of my offer to send home postcards from my cubicle and take smiling photos in front of the coffee machine. So, less than a week after arriving, with nothing but a single backpack full of paperwork and a change of clothes, I found myself back on a plane, going to New York to try to swap my visa.
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\nThe craziness.<\/strong>
\nIn the past week, I’ve:
\ngone halfway round the world packed for the summer
\nlearned how to haggle for hotel rooms in Bangalore
\ngone back with just a toothbrush, laptop and clothes
\nspent fifty hours in six planes and seven airports
\nstraight into another four hours (so far) waiting in line for visas
\nto end up in a backpacker’s hostel in New York.
\nPhew.
\nI should probably make it clear – I’m optimistic, though not\u00a0100%, about getting my visa sorted. My summer is not yet completely screwed, and MISTI and Shell HR are both trying to help.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

That ordeal being outlined, here are a few fun thoughts on New York and Bangalore.<\/p>\n

\"IMG_20140605_202859713_HDR\"<\/a>Many of you are probably a bit familiar with New York<\/strong>. After living most of my life in places smaller than Boston, New York is exciting and a little overwhelming<\/strong>. It’s huge, it’s fashionable, it’s fast-paced and going everywhere at once.<\/p>\n

Manhattan is packed tight with tiny shops and high rise buildings. You can buy postage, clothes, breakfast, passports, shoes and a dozen things you’ve never heard of on a single block. On a sunny green space a hundred feet wide and there will be fifteen people talking, twenty eating lunch and another five practicing yoga. New York has great plays and fancy museums. More generally, New York has a sense of newness – of modernity and power – that resonates with dreamers around the world.<\/p>\n

Bangalore,<\/strong> on the other hand, radiates modernity and chaos<\/i>.<\/strong>\u00a0Square city blocks? Undeveloped green spaces? Construction that doesn’t block the sidewalk? Nah. Walking down a Bangalore street requires stepping over piles of rubble where the sidewalk has cracked, navigating street vendors, low hanging branches, and the motorcycles that take over the sidewalk whenever traffic gets too bad. In the street, autorickshaws and motorcycles pack in with cars and buses in a stream at least five vehicles wide on what the US would consider a two-lane street. Crossing the street is like wading through a \u00a0river river of metal and gas fumes.<\/p>\n

Bangalore makes New York look underpopulated<\/strong>. Old. Even a little bit tame.\u00a0Everything happens in New York, but in India everything goes out of its way to happen to you. Both cities have busy streets with all manner of people, but in New York you can walk with your head down and might make it a few blocks before being approached by someone, or smelling something, or stepping on something. In Bangalore, you get closer to ten feet.<\/p>\n

Bangalore has bright colors and cows on the streets. New York has reliable electricity. Bangalore buildings are tattered concrete on the outside and gleaming metal on the inside. My New York hotel is gleaming on the outside and on the inside looks like Senior House but with more cats. Bangalore women wear beautiful saris; New York women wear neon with bared midriffs. I wear sneakers and just-off-the-plane-hair.<\/p>\n

\"RxDx<\/a><\/p>\n

Things that have happened to me in New York and Bangalore:<\/b>
\n1. Asked for directions<\/strong>: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 NY 5, \u00a0 BLR 0
\n2. Asked to take a photo<\/strong> for someone: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0NY 3, \u00a0 BLR 0
\n3. Asked to let someone take a photo<\/strong> of exotic me: \u00a0NY 0, \u00a0 BLR 8
\n4. Hopeful looks from street vendor: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0NY 12, BLR 40<\/p>\n

City life<\/i>
\n5. Things I bought: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 NY 40, \u00a0 BLR 100
\n6. Minutes spent haggling<\/strong> for them: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0NY 0, \u00a0 \u00a0BLR 120
\n7. Minutes spent confused by transportation<\/strong>: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0NY 120, BLR 45
\n8. Minutes spent confused by hotels<\/strong>: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0NY 10, BLR 240
\n9. Minutes spent confused by food<\/strong>: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0NY 20, BLR 30
\nTotal time spent confused:<\/strong> 9h45 (It’s actually more than this. This is only the eyebrow-scrunching, map-checking, telling-three-concierges-the-same-thing confusion.)<\/p>\n

Busy things<\/i>
\n10. Fun conversations<\/strong> with a stranger: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 NY 3, BLR 1 (but lengthy)
\n11. Remarkably pretty plants<\/strong>: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0NY 1, BLR 10
\n12. Bumped into a motorcycle<\/strong>: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 NY 0, BLR 3
\n13. Bumped into by motorcycle: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0NY 0, BLR 0 (phew)
\n14. Electricity<\/strong> failed: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 NY 0, BLR 30+
\n15: Offered cab\/autorickshaw ride<\/strong>: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0NY 3, BLR 6
\n16: Sworn at<\/strong> by cab\/autorickshaw driver: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 NY 3, BLR 1
\n17. Begged<\/strong> for money: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0NY 9, BLR 4<\/p>\n

Weirder things<\/i>
\n18. Offered weed<\/strong>: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0NY 1, BLR 0
\n19. Offered sex<\/strong>:\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 NY 2, BLR 1
\n20. Offered marriage<\/strong>: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 NY 1, BLR 0
\n22. Offered religious salvation<\/strong>:\u00a0\u00a0NY 2, BLR 0<\/p>\n

So, my advice for those of you thinking of going to new cities? Expect to be offered everything you don’t want, and confused about everything you do. But once you’ve finished scratching your head, and worrying about whether you packed shampoo – expect to have fun being surprised.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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