Desi Soap Opera or My Dream Life

Prof. Kuthiala proclaimed Human communication is 'sharing of
Experience'. Seven years later I recall my masters degree teaching in
the most unlikely place. Today I had to go and give the final edit of
the punjabi soap opera to the director, after pulling a all nighter I
realised I wouldn't be able to make it back to my desi Hippy
restaurant on the drive at 2pm. Total failure to recall the fact that
my shift now began two hours early made me over commit. So I had to
cancel the director's appointment and head straight for the restaurant
few hours before.
So here I am listening to the local punjabi radio waiting for my shift
while I set up laptop editing suite on one of the tables editing soap
opera while I sip my deadly chai. The place could be easily identified
as backpackers joint in some sleepy town in the himalayas. May be it
is the reason of the cult following this place has and more so why I
fit in as bridge between the shy punjabi lady who owns the place and
the memory stricken westerners trying to relive their backpack trip in
India.
Picture this, sitting on one of the tables, joking with the auntie in
punjabi as I edit an episode, right outside the windows is the trendy
commercial drive bustling with trendy Vancouver artist Diaspora in
hippest part of the city called Commercial drive. The inside is the
chaos of India which I am addicted and proud of while outside is the
mundane and predictable life of the first world.
All I can state to my Prof. you were right I am living it right now,
trying to document every passing moment and ending with bag full of
rich experience. Thank you my family each one of you are somewhere
responsible for initiating me in this uncommon path.