Tuesday, February 23, 2016

#TransitionTrials: Getting a Cell Phone

In a culture brought up on family plans, carrier competition, and burner mobiles, I was absolutely shocked to experience how hard it is to obtain a local Indian cell phone number.

I decided I needed to get a local phone because my calls back to the states, both direct line and toll free, kept dropping, and I've been having to use the expensive hotel line to make work calls. I figured if I had a local number, I can use that for calling my co-workers here, and making cheaper calls back to the states.
What I needed in India
After the Mumbai terrorist attacks of 2008, which lasted four days, killed 164 people and wounded over 300 people, India tightened the requirements for obtaining a local number. These restrictions are said to improve national security and make it harder for terrorists to communicate with each other.

Since my teenage years were shaped by 9/11 and the national security concerns that have dominated public conversation since, I can sympathize with the way the Indian government responded to the Mumbai attacks by tightening their grip on who could get a phone.

To obtain my local number, I had to talk to the admin at my local office, who contacted the carrier (Airtel) representative assigned to our office. The representative showed up a few hours later. I had to provide him with two hard copy passport photos, a letter from my company stating that I was employed by them, a company reference (including a copy of their passport), my local tax ID, copies of my Indian visa, passport, and proof of US address; and proof of local address. I also had to sign in almost 10 places, including across two of my photographs, which the Airtel rep pasted to my application.
Pasting my picture on my SIM card application
After I obtained my SIM card (by signing away my first-born child, as some would say), I then asked the admin how I could get a phone for the SIM card.

His answer? "Oh. You'll have to figure that out."

I reached out to some colleagues who provided names of some electronic stores close by (which apparently means more than an hour away). I went to the stores one afternoon, shopped around, and purchased a Samsung Galaxy J2, much like this one:
My Indian smart phone model

After convincing the sales rep that I needed help activating the phone with the SIM card, I had to call Airtel customer service and spent over 10 minutes verifying my information with them in order to have my card activated for calls and data.

Finally, two hours after calling them, my phone was activated, and I was able to make local calls and send cheap local texts.

All was going well until yesterday, when I tried to place a call and was informed by the automated voice (Indian, with a British accent) that outgoing calls were banned from my number. Calls to multiple customer service lines were unsuccessful. Apparently, Airtel has a certain number of days to physically verify my residential address (read: someone actually shows up at your address to verify that you stay there and makes you sign a piece of paper. Can you imagine if that happened for high school sports residencies?).
I signed more times for a cell phone than I did for my mortgage
It took a full 36 hours for my admin to get in contact with our company's representative, who insisted that I needed to visit the customer service center. I insisted back that I was happy to fax or email the residency proof but that I would NOT be traveling to the store.

After 9 emails and 10 phone calls - my phone is working. Yippee!!

This is one #TransitionTrial that I am glad to have overcome. If you need to reach me in India, please message me for my local number :)

Saturday, February 20, 2016

First Walk: Cubbon Park

Greetings from Bangalore! I wanted to write here sooner, but the transition over the past week has been harder than I anticipated and I haven't had much energy to sit down and write. More on #TransitionTrials later, but first, a happier post.


Friends enjoying a walk
Today, I finally managed to explore the park near my hotel. Cubbon Park is Bangalore's second largest park, behind Lal Bagh Park. I went for an early morning (okay, let's be honest - early afternoon - baby girl's been tired!) walk and enjoyed seeing bright flowers, pick-up cricket games, families having picnics, and my first Indian ground squirrels.

I also had my first experience in India of strangers asking to take their picture with me!
The tree blossoms remind me of the sun
One of the difficulties in navigating a new city is the absence of mental maps. Even though I've been to Bangalore twice before, I don't really have a good understanding of the roads and areas of Bangalore. And it's not just the city's roads and directions that I'm unfamiliar with; it's the mental maps of how to get certain processes accomplished. My reference points, my modus operandi, my "scripts" (for my grad school friends / fans of Goffman), all feel invalid.
I saw at least 5 stray dogs in the park
For example, in the states, if I need something from a drug store, I google "CVS" or "Walgreens" to find the nearest store, get in my car, and drive there. Here, I'm learning the names of pharmacies, but I'm not sure if they have the products I need or the best way to get there, or even what their hours are.
Look Mom I can take pictures of flowers, too!

So today, I started to make a mental map of Cubbon Park, a place where I hope to burn many calories in the months to come. I walked around the perimeter of two of the park's main sections before walking through the denser central areas. As I was approaching the end of my first exploration, I smelled something deeply familiar that I couldn't place. Then I realized what it was:

The smell of rain.

Five sprinklers were watering some trees and plants, and the damp earth reminded me of fresh rain. I stood enthralled for a while, watching the water shoot from the sprinklers and splash upon the green leaves and the brown bark, trickle down the stems and roots, and puddle into mud.


The sound of rain. I haven't heard it in a while - the average monthly rainfall in Bangalore this time of year is less than half an inch - but it made me realize how much I enjoy listening to the spring rains in the states, and how homey a thunderstorm can be.

I resisted the urge to run through the sprinklers (Mom), but I did catch their mist and smiled as the water droplets smeared my sunglasses.

Line of sprinklers
I'm realizing it's the little things - such as the taste of Philadelphia cheesecake, the sound of rain, and watching the news about the election back home - that help keep me grounded and from becoming adrift in a sea of Hindi, Kannada, Tamil, Telegu, traffic, and unfamiliar systems.

Speaking of little things, my next task for the day is finding a nail salon and getting these talons taken care of. Will let you know how that goes :)

Thursday, February 11, 2016

Welcome to (FC) Bengaluru

Well it's official! I've made it to India. I've been here for two days now and already have so many experiences I want to write about.

First though, I'd like to thank my friends and family for all of their support of my temporary move. Here are a few pictures of some sweet moments in the states before I left:

Co-workers at my "going away" lunch

Mi Madre


2/3 of the Charlotte PwC Finance practice


Enjoying an Indian buffet

Queens represent!

There are some stories from my journey over to India that I definitely want to share with you soon. But, it shouldn't come as a surprise that one of the first things I want to share has to do with soccer :)

I am staying for now in a hotel that overlooks a park and the city team's soccer stadium. I learned by reading the local newspaper that the city's team, FC Bengaluru, had their first home game of the season yesterday. When I got back from work, I decided to head to the game, which started at 7 PM.
View of the soccer stadium from my hotel

I immediately encountered one startling difference between sporting events in the states and sporting events in India - the ticketing system. I walked around the stadium trying to find the ticket booth. When I couldn't find it, I asked a security guard where I could get a ticket. He told me that I could buy it at the gate, and he quoted me a price of about $19; this was the price printed near the entry gate.
Hala Madrid - even in India :) 

I told him that was too expensive and that he should point me to another gate with less expensive seats. He asked me how much I wanted to pay, $10? I said that was fine. So he led me past the ticket agents and up the stairs to the seating next to the VIP section. He asked for my cash when no one was looking.

I sat in a covered section with about 20 other fans (I was the only woman in the section). I talked to one man whose son played on the junior team and was one of the field attendants for the night. The game itself was pretty exciting - the final score ended up being 4 - 1, and the home team easily won.

The presence of dogs at the stadium was another difference between sporting events in American and in India. Stray dogs ran around the track surrounding the field, rolled in sand patches on the track, and even used it as their personal potty. I kept waiting for the dogs to run on to the field and start chasing the ball. It didn't happen during this game. Maybe the next one!
The "12th" man - woof

The most memorable part of the game was the behavior of the home team's coach. The English coach of the Bangalore team cussed more than any coach I've ever encountered, in person or on TV. He cussed at his players, the refs, even the other coach. When arguing with the other coach about a PK that wasn't called, he made a gesture that mocked the other coach's weight, which elicited cheers from the more boisterous fans (there were about 6,000 people in attendance, as it turns out).

I actually felt embarrassed for the home team for what I thought was ridiculous behavior. The man next to me assured me that this was just the coach's "personality on the pitch," and that he was really a very nice guy.
Most of the 6,000 fans were in the section above me
As I left, I ran into the security guard who took my ticket money earlier. He shook my hand, handed me a sealed can of coke and a wrapped chicken salad sandwich, and told me that next time, I can get in for free.

Friday, February 5, 2016

Top 10 Things I'll Miss

Well, it's arrived - my last week in the states! I've been feeling more and more pensive as my departure date arrives and have been taking more time to "stop and smell the roses." I've been thinking about what I'll miss the most so I can make sure to enjoy these things before I leave this Sunday.

In case you're wondering what those things are, here is my list of the top ten things things I'll miss when I'm in India:

1. My Cat Emmy

Trapped by sleeping kitty!

My little ball of perfection is cuddly and my purring shadow when I'm at home.

2. My church family


NeXus family circa 2013

I'll miss the spiritual and emotional nourishment that my church family provides. I know God will place me in a church in Bangalore, but my heart will be longing to be back at NeXus.

3. The peace and quiet of my living room...

Yeah...I can relate
...and the easy of watching soccer on cable TV.

4. Driving my car

Allow me to introduce you to Blonda - my BLack hONDA :)
On the bright side, I won't be getting any speeding tickets...

5. Being able to easily call my friends and family

What time is it?
You know, timezones.

6. Going to school

Post-Peru class photo
While I'll enjoy taking this semester off, I will miss the intellectual stimulation and the interactions with my classmates and friends.

7. Familiar food options

I ate here in December and was so confused

I love knowing what to order at my favorite restaurants - which pad thais, tacos, and curries really hit the spot. In India, I'll have to learn not only which items on the menu I like, but what each item even is.

8. Drip coffee

My idea of a perfect cup of coffee

In India, they serve mostly espresso, americano, or instant coffee. I'll miss the freshly ground and brewed stuff.

9. Playing soccer

Will miss playing on this team!

Co-ed and women's soccer teams don't seem to be too prevalent in India, but understanding cricket is on my Indian bucket list.


10. Drinking tap water

Crisp and pure

As I prepare to avoid tap water and ice, I'm realizing how much I take tap water for granted.

What about you - if you were moving to India, what do you think you'd miss the most?