Although I am not a die-hard fan of temples, I still make it a point (since I am already here in India) to visit them whenever I can squeeze time from my hectic work schedule. One of them was the infamous Bull Temple in the southern Bangalore. Built in the 16th century (in the era of Kempegowda), the temple contains the huge idol Nandi (the bull which Lord Shiva rides and is the gate keeper of Shiva in Hindu mythology), made with a single piece of granite. Although the temple is not large (though it is said to be the largest Nandi temple in the world), it can certainly be one of the most lively and atmospheric temple in Bangalore.

Before I go on and on about the crappy things I did in Bangalore and lose track of my "purpose", let's talk about this trip from a personal perspective. I never thought I had the opportunity to work in an overseas assignment, and not to mention India as the destination. For all those "corporate-world-stuck-backpacker-wannabies" out there, it may all seems like a wonderful dream. In fact, I actually went to the toilet and gave my cheeks a huge smack after my boss's announcement on her India plans for me; all these just to confirm that it was real. There is a certain amount of confidence and trust bestowed upon me when I am given such a huge responsibility for my limited caliber.

But working in a foreign country isn't always a bed of roses (anyway, even roses have thorns, so being on a bed of roses may not necessarily be a good thing). The changing (sudden) of working environment, missing the food one is familiar with, spending weeks away from the family and (most importantly) being alone - provided me with a new insight (or more questions) to life. What do I want from life? Climbing the dazzling yet slippery corporate ladder? Following the safe yet silly society conforms? Behaving obediently towards the Big Brother?

Motivators may say all this is good training for the mind. But then again, I sometimes wondered if I even care.