“It ain’t the car you drove, it’s the road you took to get it that defines you”. I recall reminiscing about that line more than a dozen times, yet traveling across India while working for a tech company wasn’t exactly the road I ever imagined taking. Yet, after almost a year in Hyderabad, it has been, intriguing.
Gaining a Foothold
Growing up in Australia, a desi is more along the lines of being an ABCD than anything else. However, I found that more of the confusion lied between who I was and who I wanted to be. Perhaps things changed slower than I had originally expected, but I noticed the change from a very early age. It began when I began to question my God-given purpose in life when I was eight years old. Yes, I started early. Very early. But it seemed necessary to understand if what I was doing, and who I was, was really going to make a difference.
Fast forward to my teenage years. I kept holding onto the thought that if I could make it to a place where I could make my dreams a reality, everything would fall into place. Perhaps my business degree could take me places. Maybe my love for reading could translate into something more intriguing, a way I could share my story with the world. Eventually, I made my way to the States.
After spending over two years, studying, working, surviving – I knew I had to return home. Not home to Australia, the origin of my birth. Further back, to my homeland. India. A place I had only ever known on family holidays and last-minute vacations. But a place I knew I could call my own.
So I moved to India a year ago, solo. I knew I had to understand why I was doing so, and what difference I could make. I began to make connections between my past heritage and my present reality. The future seemed so open, such an adventure. I began the journey that took me back to my roots.
Eventually, I knew I had to share my story of change with others. Although I was putting my business degree to good use, and my theological degree to even better use, I knew that it was just a platform to impact others with my story. So I began to travel to Europe, to Nepal, and eventually, back home to Australia. It wasn’t enough to impact my fellow South Asian travelers; I had to tell those who I had grown up with what it meant to be living a journey of faith, yet not knowing where it ended, or if it had all but begun.
So I look forward to continuing my journey, whether it is writing about my story, teaching others how to use their story for change, preaching on what it means to be on the journey, or sharing my story with others, I know we all have a journey that makes the destination all the more awe-inspiring than scary.