Patriotism

It’s funny how quickly we develop affinity for the place where we live. I have encountered quite a few manifestations of this boundless love for your land in the past few weeks.

During the DAAD convention in Heidelberg, I, along with another Badener (if at all such a word exists – Baden is the state I live in by the way) had a gala time ridiculing a colleague of ours for his East German ‘roots’. We were from the far superior West Germany where so many of the Easterners had tried to immigrate decades ago.

Also, during the past week, a heated altercation had ensued on the IIT Bombay Euro-intern mailing list about ‘whose’ country had the more beautiful women. People went to the extent of searching for internet polls and youtube videos to prove their point. And all this when most of us hadn’t even visited many of the countries we claimed to be inferior to ‘ours’ in chick coefficient.

Then the other day I was waiting at Schaffhausen SBB for my connection to Luzern. It had only been a day since I had left Germany but I was so relieved to see the Deustch Bahn ICE arrive and once aboard, I instantly felt at home. The Swiss trains, however efficient they were, could never take the place that the ICE occupied in my heart. It was similar to the nostalgic feeling I have experienced many times while returning to Mumbai, after being away for a fortnight or so, and catching my first glimpse of the beloved Mumbai Local.

I may not have German blood running in my veins but I am a loyal German at heart, at least for 3 months.