Our travels in India can best be compared to the way traffic operates here. An outsider would say that there is no rhyme, no reasons, its chaotic, filled with honks, beeps, bumps and is even a little bit scary. Our time in New Dehli, at least from my perspective, was that of an outsider, the rhythm of India was not unlocked for me to hear, I could not make out the beat nor hear the music, so therefor I could not truly enjoy the dance and its beauty. (Exception: The Taj Mahal needs no music to see its beauty)

It was not till I arrived at the scholar house of the BVB campus in Hubli and met our Indian colleagues where I began to hear the beat of India and see the dance. The traffic is not random or chaotic, it is actually a beautifully choreographed dance that flows and moves as gracefully as a ball room dancer, but not all can hear the music they dance too. The BVB students have shown me that India is a country of its people, and its people are the pulse, its people provides the rhythm for the dance and its people, at least the ones I have been lucky enough to come to know, are now my Metra. (Friends)

Over the past four days my fellow Indian classmates have open their campus, their arms, their minds and their hearts and have truly become friends. From the moment we arrived at the scholar house on the BVB campus you could feel a bond between the groups forming, to the same degree that hydrogen and oxygen atoms comes together to form water, UMass and BVB have unified and become one flowing body with the potential of accomplishing great things. Just as the power of water has the ability to carve through rock to reshape the Earth, we too can do the same. We have brought our young, passionate, innovative minds together as one, as we work to solve tomorrow’s problems, today, reshaping the future of our world.

“Those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music.”
― George Carlin