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Bangalore, India – “The Arrogant American Does A 180”

I have always intended this blog to be something more than me sharing what I did on this day, and what I did on that day. Raving about the Leela Palace is cute. Making fun of the smell is fun (for me). No, this blog is going to be a place where friends and family can track the character arc of Jeff Kasunic.

I say arc, because as I once stated, I landed in a “cesspool of 3rd world reality.” And now, I am living in my home. I am having good times with new friends, and exploring places in India I never would’ve ever imagined I’d be exploring in this lifetime. I say arc, because my work experience has transcended from a predictable routine I have mastered in L.A. (some could argue that mastery I’m sure), to an environment that gives me the priceless opportunity to make a difference in an artist’s professional life.

I say arc, because I’ve stopped noticing the smell. I’ve stopped being depressed about the poverty. I now accept the images I see on the way to work as normal scenery…just as normal as the car ride to Glendale down Los Feliz road (well, you get the idea. That point was for dramatic effect). I will say though, India is more fun. In India, you never know what you’re going to see around the corner, every single day. I’m like a kid on Christmas morning, just going to work. In the U.S., you show me someone that eagerly anticipates the work commute, camera in hand, and I’ll show you a camel without a hump. And those stray dogs have now become a beautiful, white, furry dog that lounges outside the hotel entrance all day. Everyone in this hotel considers that dog their friend. I named him, “Sam.” I don’t have a dog in L.A. to greet me when I pull in the drive. I do here.

I’ve saved the most important arc for last. Lean forward and pay attention closely my fine American friend. I no longer notice the dirt, the rubble…the environment. I notice…the people. There are many wonderful human beings here. By our western standards, they have very little. And yet, these same people are happy. They don’t just survive. They thrive. I’m sorry, but the whining Americans who have 5 credit cards maxed out, who have been living beyond their means for years, now getting kicked out of their over-valued, over-priced houses, all sound pretty silly to me right now. We brought that upon ourselves. That didn’t just happen to us. We were greedy bastards. And now the people losing their homes left and right in America, need to visit India to study how they too can stay happy on the streets. Millions in India have found a way to love life living in a “shack.” And when you are here my fine, foreclosed friends, I recommend carrying around a copy of the Mahabharata. It’s a great conversation starter. The Indians love it when others show an interest in their culture. They will embrace you like a friend. They will also bring you free coffee, and even give away the ending of the story. It’s all good though.

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