Things of the West that I will miss

 I have written about how this life change feels more momentous than the previous two ones because I am leaving the West. Whether this change will be temporary or permanent I don't know. Yes, I feel a deep sense of faigue and disillusionment with life in the West, so much so that I don't even feel like visiting for the next few years, even though some of my closest friends live there. That said, I will miss many things about living in the West, which I am going to set out today, in rough order of significance.

1) Living in a temperate climate: If one believes there are two type of people--people who feel too hot or too cold--I am defnitely the former. Yes, I come from the hottest country in the world, and Cambodia cannot possibly be hotter than, say Delhi, but I will miss being in a temperate climate and not having to worry about whether the sweat from my back thighs is drawing an outline of my  underwear. I will also miss living in a place which has seasons, not just for variety but also to serve as a bookmarks for the events in my life. 

2) Nature: I have been fortunate to live in places that combine the cultural and social possibilities of large town/small city living with access to nature. The Hague has the sea, Bristol has acres of rolling green spaces, Northampton has the bike path and small hills around. It remains to be seen whether I will keep up my running habit in a bustling city which seems to be as flat as a pancake. 

3) Public libraries: I am not someone who buys a lot of books, so i was spoiled by great public library systems in both Bristol and Northampton/Amherst.

4) Hippie pursuits: I ahve had the good fortune of living in places with a strong alternative cultural vibe. My views about it are not uncritical but i will miss the oportunity to dabble in stuff such as contact improv and clowning. 

5) Conveniences: This one needs little explanation.

Airport Blog San Francisco August 2026

 I haven’t written a blog post in a while and an airport blog in a year and a half. It hasn’t been for want of blogging material. My life over the past six months was fertile ground for blogging ideas. But, I was processing my experiences in different ways—therapy, journalling and conversations with close friends, one of whom I met more than two months after my last blog post. But, it feels like we have been friends for much longer, as we spent a lot of time together during the past four months. To be honest, I didn’t feel the need to blog. I do enjoy blogging but a part of the draw is that it is a succour for my loneliness. And, I felt less alone in the past few months because I felt like I was part of a village. But, now its time to leave, and when I said goodbye to the village a week ago, it was heart-breaking. I can’t remember feelings so desolate about leaving a place since the end of my time at ACJ eighteen years ago. To a lesser extent, at the end of my time at ISS. If I had known at the time that it would be last time I would see my closest friend at ISS, it would have been different. At the same time, it feels like the right time to say goodbye to the West and seek my fortune elsewhere. I don’t think I will be visiting the West any time soon. So, in a sense this farewell feels more momentous because its not just the end of two years of living in the US but the end of 12 years of living in the West. This also means that I won’t see some close friends who are tethered to their lives here. That is the fate of the nomad. People you won’t see for years or ever again take up space in your heart. In the middle of a mushroom trip last week, I blubbered to a friend, “If only we could all live next to each other forever”. But, if bonds of friendship were the only thing tugging at our hearts, we would find a way. Would I have tried harder to stay if I had known that I would become part of such a loving village in my final few months in the US? I am not sure. My time in the US has been great for my personal growth and I will always be glad I moved here. I am not an ambitious person in the conventional sense of the word. But, I am curious about what I can offer the world, and that is what is pushing me eastward.  

ER Visit

I had abdominal pain come on last morning and get worse over the day. After much internal debate and some prodding from chatgpt I decided to go to the ER. I knew enough about abdominal pain that appendicitis is a risk, and because it was in my lower right quadrant, I knew it was a concern. I was nervous, since it was my first time seeking emergency medical help anywhere in the world. Unplanned visits to the doctor anywhere in the world involve a lot of waiting, unless you are dying and in some places even if you are dying. A chatgpt query told me that I should prepare for a 4-6 hours visit as a best case. If I had appendicitis, it could be as long as 24 hours. I mulled whether to get an Uber but decided to drive myself. If it was a short visit, I didn’t want to be stuck in the middle of a snowy night waiting for an Uber. When I reached there, the waiting room was so sparsely occupied that I had double-check if it was the ER. No chaos, no patients waiting on stretchers, nothing that would make for good drama on a TV show. All the medical staff I encountered were friendly and solicitous and I didn’t have to “advocate” for myself. I knew that they would do a blood test, physical examination and a CAT scan and this exactly what they did. No appendicitis, but I did have an inflation of the colon. I was free to go, and the only treatment would be a dose of antibiotics. So, I did have something, but it did not serious, which, to me, sounded like the best possible outcome. As I told my friend, its nothing serious AND I do not feel like an idiot for going to the ER. It was not the end of the story though. My decision to go to the ER was vindicated because my pain got worse after I got home and ate something. I was able to sleep but this was definitely enough pain to make an ER visit a no-brainer, especially if appendicitis hadn’t be ruled out. This morning, I woke up feeling sore and groggy, with the pain level unchanged from the previous night. But, I was not feeling anxious. I felt like this was a chance to take a break from matters of the head and the heart—career uncertainty and my dating life. In good health, few people are able to switch of from these worries without feeling guilt, especially career problems. But poor health is a good justification to take a break without guilt. I am not out of the woods yet and maybe the illness will take an unexpected turn. But, for now at least, I am grateful for being able to hit the pause button on these problems.

Working ThroughVs Expressing Feelings

Which feelings should one “work through” and which feelings should one express? I am conflict-averse by nature so received wisdom holds that I should get better at asserting my boundaries. But in at least two instances in recent weeks, I swallowed my feelings and decided to digest them instead of expressing them, and thanked myself later for it. My feelings have been so volatile lately that I can’t trust them to stay in place long enough for me to act on them and not regret it. So what is to be done? Firstly, I might be using the terms feelings wrongly, at least according to some people. Emotions are mental states (sadness, jealousy, etc) while thoughts are interpretations of these mental states, and feelings are physical manifestations of those mental states. There is a lot of work out there urging people to pay attention to their “physical” feelings instead of getting swept up in emotions and thoughts. I read a book not that long ago titled Radical Acceptance, which has a central message of accepting every feeling without resistance and observing it instead of judging it. To pay attention to the parts of the body that feelings manifest as physical sensations. My problem is all my feelings seem to emanate from the  right lower abdomen. And, I am not sure how that knowledge helps.

Resisting Fascism

I had ambitious plans of working yesterday but then I checked the news and those plans went out the window. An ICE thug shot a protester dead in Minneapolis. She was a white female US citizen, widely considered the least threatening demographic and most deserving of protection from violence. Yes, this is not the first person ICE has killed and ICE has been brutalizing immigrants for months. But, if ICE can shoot a white woman in public, with a clear recording of the incident, with impunity, who knows what they can get away with. I have written before about how fascism is unfolding differently in the US and in India. In India, the fascist regime has slowly suffocated democratic institutions, taking them apart brick by brick. No need for shock-and-awe if you have a right-wing population that is broadly supportive of your agenda. And, fascism has to be resisted in the streets because given enough time, fascists neutralize the courts and make sure they don’t lose elections. When fascists control the state, resisting fascism becomes an extraordinarily risky business. But people have always done extraordinarily risky things for love and faith (not necessarily the religious kind). In India, not many days go by without reports of so-called “honour” killings, which is when members of an upper-caste family kill their daughter and her low-caste husband/lover as they believe their romance sullies their family’s “honour”. I read a statistic somewhere that, around the world, women are most at risk of being killed by intimate partners. But, I don’t imagine there are many places where they are at risk of being killed by their fathers and brothers. Honour killings are not a widespread phenomena in India but the very fact that they still happen is an abomination. However, news reports of honour killings fill me with both revulsion and hope and admiration. Hope and admiration for the young lovers who know that they could pay with their lives for loving the wrong person but still do. Humans have always done things that any rational risk assessment would rule out.

On Sad Boys

 I recently read a provocative piece that claimed that distressed boys were at the root of most of what is wrong with the world, and have always been. Disgruntled maladjusted boys are uniquely vulnerable to so-called extremist ideologies of the left and the right, which, the piece claims are two poles of the same magnet. One sought a perfect utopia, while the other sought to cleanse society of pollution. It cited a quote that I agree with: ’A faith is not acquired by reasoning. One does not fall in love with a woman, or enter the womb of a church, as a result of logical persuasion. Reason may defend an act of faith — but only after the act has been committed, and the man committed to the act. Persuasion may play a part in a man's conversion; but only the part of bringing to it full and conscious climax a process that has been maturing in regions where no persuasion can penetrate.’ I have lived in proximity to activists long enough to know that political ideologies are grounded more in faith than in reason. The moral fervour that animates political activists is fuelled by faith. How else do people persist with fringe groups for years, if not decades? I would even grant that such zeal makes one susceptible to conspiracy theories that support one’s cause. But, I was not comfortable with the article’s claim that extreme left and extreme right causes are equally intolerant and prone to authoritarianism. Firstly, I am sure there are different shades among the far-right, but all of them support outright violence against marginalized peoples. I am not sure that is the case on the left. The article gives some examples of their run-ins with people of the far-left and far-right. Comparing privileged participants of Occupy Wall Street with the Sandy Hook shooter, as the article does, is laughably disingenuous. Secondly, of the far-left and far-right, only one is compatible with capitalism. In a world where capital is seemingly all-powerful and mobile, how an ideology positions itself in relation to capital matters in terms of its capacity to do damage. As recent events have shown, centrists who claim to be equally repelled by the far-left and the far-right are far more tolerant of right-wing governments if they don’t gum up the wheels of capitalism too much.  

Transactionality

I was going to write a post about transactionality, but it turns out most of what I was about to write, I had already written in a post on reciprocity (note to self to read my own blog more). So, this post is going to be shorter than I had anticipated. Keeping a mental tally of how much you and the opposite person are contributing to a platonic or romantic relationship sounds like a cheerless and even petty exercise. But, reciprocity is important in any relationship. Men are not socialised in reciprocity and my previous post talks about this at more length. I feel like many people are concerned about not taking the opposite person in a relationship for granted. We should also be concerned about not being taking for granted because in the long run, that is unhealthy for everyone involved. Expressing boundaries in a relationship can either salvage a relationship or end a potentially lopsided relationship. Of course, different people have different abilities and capacities to contribute to a relationship. And, if we feel value and cherished in a relationship the mental tallies fade into the background. We only bring them out when we feel taken for granted. And, those mental tallies are useful to assess whether our feelings are justified or without reason. Because sometimes we can simply forgot what the other person has done for us.