Labyrinths of Lahrah: October 2011

Jose, Kristina, I, Fernando and Sandra

We were 5, now we are 2 left.
Yesterday Sandra left, leaving Kristina and I in the incredouble land.
Jose always talked about how he would be the last one standing and we all thought Fernado would surely be the one. He is the only none intern who was a permanent staff with Norvartis, but he was the first to leave. He got employed in Norvatis Brazil and had to go back home. Jose started another internship in TCS Hungary.

My Visa expires in the next 23days, I am still dragging my feet about extending...besides that, I hear it is difficult to extend in Hyderabad, most visa extensions are turned down... One thing I am certain of for now is that I am going back to school next year, where exactly it will be is still an issue. For now, I am checking out schools and hoping I get to study in the country of my choice.

It has been a roller-coaster year...these last 10months has been wonderful, challenging and pretty much crazy. With these people I have lived, dined, partied, and travelled, The flat is empty without them. We have become family and my year and past shall never be written without them in it.

♥ Lara from Incredible India

I was in Mumbai for the 4th time in the first week of October. There was some festival on the 6th which was work-free and I got 7th off as leave. Like all my trips to Mumbai, I had nothing planned. Knowing the people I was going to meet, I did not bother my self to make any plans and also most of the interns in Mumbai were off to Goa. I just goofed around the city, from the Mohammed Ali Market to Marine drive and the 1hour trip to Alibag on a Jetty.

I lost and found my camera in Alibag. If that scenario had happened in Mumbai or Hyderabad, it would have been goodbye to the camera. The people of Alibag are pretty much honest, helpful and very kind.

I climbed and came down over 5000stairs on a 900feet hill just to go see the Kanakeshwar Devasthan Temple. The temple was really not the attraction for me but the climb. I pushed myself, almost gave up, stopped many times just to get to the top of the hill. On my way to the top, I saw a really old woman and some little girl coming down the stairs and I was informed that she like the other people I saw actually lives up the hill. Imagine having to climb such stairs daily, no need for gym.

Did I mention I hate Mumbai, that city is worse than Lagos, okay scrap that I still cannot decide which is worse. If one can survive in Mumbai for 3months, even living in Lagos will be child's play.

Inside the Female section of Mumbai Train