India Trip Part 1 (the boring awkward part)

Honestly, I wasn't thinking at all when I applied to go to New Delhi. I think I did it, half-believing my application wouldn't be considered, but a few weeks later when I was called up to the office to confirm my details, I was filled with a sort of primeval happiness. I was leaving the island! I was going to leave the school! I was getting my passport book a new shiny stamp!

As the day of the trip drew closer I was getting more apprehensive and paranoid over terrorist attacks. The plane ticket had been bought, the registration form submitted, Indian visa made, and there was no turning back. So on the 3rd of November I found myself in the airport with two people I hardly know, Syaza and Vela, and my friend Yu Chia, and the teacher Pn Annie.

3rd November

Syaza apparently missed the first flight. She had to buy another ticket for the next flight. There was a lot of commotion at the Penang Airport with her oversized baggage and late check-in. I'm not dwelling too much on that.



It was Vela's birthday. Teacher bought her a cake and we sat at the chocolate lounge in KL-LCCT for four or five hours while waiting for the flight. It was positively mind-numbing.


Plane food picture

At about 12midnight Delhi time we touched down in the city of lights. The airport people were incredibly rude. The man stamping my passport more or less threw it in my face. The worker handling the baggage claim was throwing luggages on each other with unnecessary force and with spite unrivaled to that of Voldemort's. My apprehension grew.

The Modernites (students from Modern School) were waiting for us at the arrival hall, waving their cards. They were at least friendlier. We took the bus to Modern School, and were assigned to our dorms.



Two seconds into the dorm and I was bitterly regretting my impulse to sign up for this trip. What have I landed myself onto? It's okay, only about eleven nights to go and I'm out of here.

4th November

Ugh, hot, hot day. Wasn't it supposed to be winter in New Delhi already?

The first official day of the CDLS programme was very awkward, for me at least. After breakfast we had to change into our school uniforms and gather at the hall for the introduction session.

Nothing particularly eventful happened (which translates to nothing I want to remember happened).





Wooops I spot a hole in the ozone layer!



Dorm entrance, which I thought was quaint, then quickly became annoying

I'll skip to after lunch. I was immensely bored, so I left my teammates to do the socializing and I popped into a game of pass-the-rugby ball.

Annnnd after that was the ice-breaking activity, which I suppose was quite fun.









All the CDLS freebies

All the time I was frustrated and irritated at being trapped inside after flying for hours, knowing the fact that the grand splendours of the city was just outside the school, waiting to be savoured, and I was there, inside. I'm not even going to come up with an analogy for that one.