The Americas Ahoy!
An hour after India entered her sixtieth year, I boarded Alitalia Flight 771 to Milan. It was thirty hours later that I emerged out of many concourses, lounges, entry and exit hatches, baggage checks, X ray checks and congested aisles to breath in the sweet damp air of Minneapolis, the capital of the state of Minnesota.The journey was beautiful but will be consigned to another post. I was to spend my next four years here, in the Land of Plenitude. A different culture, different mindsets, different paradigms, different cuisines.It is going to be a rollicking four years. Accompany me on this journey as I admire the virtues of this New World , lambast its silly foibles and poke fun at their queer ideas of Pax Americana. And also experience the trials and tribulations of this poor PhD candidate in the Department of Electrical Engineering at the University of Minnesota.