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Dreaming about India…in my dreams

June 20, 2010

Most of the time when I dream, the plot goes something like this:

At a baseball stadium at my school in math class, I’m in a footrace with my friend for a green napkin that I need so I can polish the bubble gum off the trees in my backyard, except my backyard is now in my kitchen and I’m eating McDonalds french fries on a roller coaster, and I’m putting chocolate syrup on them because I have a craving for something spicy, and I’m suddenly in a car, and just as I’m about to put the fries in my mouth a T-Rex appears and starts rapping an Eminem song…

…And I wake up. And I forget it all. Although the song stays in my head for a while.

There is no “why” in dreams. Mostly, they’re just random snippets of the past, scrapbooked together without the hindrance of the thinking part of my brain to recap the “what”.

However, I still remember my dream from last night.

I was in a parking lot outside a one-story recreational center. There was probably a party of some sort going on, as people were bringing American food inside. I specifically remember chocolate cake, and possibly Doritos. Later we watched an episode of Futurama where Bender was acting goofy. (Look at the detail on Bender’s Wikipedia page!)

These were just the random musings of my mind, though. It was the routine nightly meandering of my hippocampus, my memories selected as if a hand from the deck of a million cards.

But as I was standing in the parking lot, something curious happened. “I’m in India,” I thought, even though the setting of my dream didn’t resemble anything I’d ever seen in India. I realized that the weather was quite nice outside, if a touch warm. I thought of this blog, and thought I’d post something reminding everyone of Nagpur’s weather.

Then I woke up. Well, technically I woke up after Bender stopped singing.

A strange feeling set in once I realized I was conscious. I was sad. It was the same feeling I get when I wake up from dreams where I’m about to eat a slice of pizza, hang out with a friend, or watch the Cubs win a baseball game. It certainly had nothing to do with the Futurama episode.

A couple days ago, while I was on the bus, I had a feeling similar to that of being on an airplane about to take off. I had an urge to board an airplane, to take off, to experience something new. After all, I haven’t left central Illinois since I went to Chicago last month. I think I’m ready to go there right now.

Or, you know, I could just go to India in my dreams.


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Weather in Nagpur: Dispelling the misconceptions

June 14, 2010

Note: Fahrenheit is used throughout this post. C=(5/9)F-32


It’s a word I’ve heard used to describe the weather in India by dozens of people I’ve talked with as they prepare me for this year. The more I heard that word, the more anxious I became about my year abroad.

See, I’m the kind of person that thrives in cold weather. I’m comfortable in shorts in 40 degree weather. I wore no more than two layers of clothes all winter. On February days as my classmates would hurry back to school from P.E. in the freezing air, I’d enjoy the frosty breeze in a t-shirt, arms outstretched.

My teachers have chastised me for not wearing a coat. My friends know me as a “polar bear”. My grandma won’t let me out the door between October and March unless I’m wearing a thick cotton-stuffed coat – or two. (Love you grandma! :))

In short, I get along much better with cold weather than seems normal for, you know, a human being.

One day in May I went online and checked the weather in Nagpur from an ocean and a half away and saw it was 88 degrees. ‘Not too bad,’ I thought. Until I realized that while the sun was high in my location, it was pitch black – the middle of the night – in Nagpur.

‘I wonder how hot it is during the day,’ I wondered. I clicked.

116 degrees Fahrenheit.

And I, of all people, would be spending 11 months in that?

But I did a little more research on my own. The average temperature in Nagpur is about 92 degrees – certainly not cool, but quite tolerable. Whereas the hottest months in the U.S. are June, July and August, India’s temperatures are at their peak in April, May and June. That 116, then, was much more an outlier than the norm.

Average Monthly Temperatures

The temperatures in Nagpur are actually far more constant than those in Champaign. For eight months, the average high temperature remains between 83 and 91 (all in which I’ll be there). In fact, in July and August, the temperatures in Champaign and Nagpur are quite similar.

And of course, you can’t forget about the monsoons.

Average Monthly Precipitation

That huge spike you see in Nagpur’s precipitation is because of the annual monsoons. Each year, from June to September, the subcontinent is cooled off by the humid air from the Indian Ocean. 80 percent of India’s precipitation occurs during this season.

Basically, the monsoons make the thunderstorm that passed through Champaign this afternoon seem weak. Three inches of rain a month? Pshaw. The 10-day weather forecast for Nagpur reads “Scattered T-Storms” for the next ten days.

Here’s one way of comparing the two cities: Champaign has stable amounts of precipitation, but widely varying temperatures. Nagpur has relatively stable temperatures, but widely varying amounts of precipitation. It will be hot, but I’ll be able to adapt.

I’m pretty sure I won’t be packing a coat.


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