Nina Dar |
Can we reset ourselves?
I’m in Bangalore and having a great time despite the fact I have had a total of 2-3 hours’ sleep over the last 3 days! The jetlag I have had on this trip has been the worst I have experienced in sometime. I am a frequent traveller, and as a result, very sensible traveller. I try and prepare myself for the trip in terms of how much sleep I get, walk around the airport in between flights, eat light and never drink alcohol. Despite all that prep (which normally does help) this time my brain did reset itself.
So I am eagerly awaiting the trials I read about in the early hours of the morning, when googling cures for jetlag apparently, very clever people have found the reset button in our brains and the mice currently trialling this are reacting well, they just need to make sure it doesn’t bring on liver failure – which would be a proper downer on any trip!
For a change obsessive like me, India is heaven. So much change in so many ways. Sometimes very difficult to understand, it makes you dig deeper, get beyond the chaos, to really understand what is going on. India is also a nation of talkers, not just chit chat, real intellectual debate over everything from the price of flour to the most complicated political and religious issues. I love that.
I was talking about politics over breakfast with a complete stranger (the norm here) he made a point of introducing himself as an American, he left India in 1969 at the age of 27 he qualified, that made him an American not Indian. It made me think of the reset button.
He said he no longer felt at home here in India, he needed different things now (clean air, clean water and beef!) He felt that he was an American inside. He had reset himself. The waiter was listening with intent, he too wanted that life he said, he wanted to leave India for America and become an American. He wanted to reset himself.
It was in complete contrast to the young girl I was talking to last night, Bumi. She proudly told me that she was born in Bangalore, raised in Bangalore and intended to stay in Bangalore. She worked with her dad in the family business and confirmed life here was really good. The economy is good, the weather is good, why go anywhere else? As we were swimming in the absolutely gorgeous pool at The Leela Palace Hotel, where she was a health club member, I agreed with her. No reset button required.
And there it is, we can reset ourselves but we only see that when we really need to. In India no one helps you; you must learn how to help yourself. If you are hungry enough you will find a way to reset yourself.
As for me and resetting my brain, I’m off to Japan tonight, so hopefully it will be so confused it will hit the reset button itself.