Happy Friendship Day.
Today we went to the park "to meet some of my [Gid's] friends for a party, you know, cool drinks, samosa, music...". We got to the park, no friends, no cool drinks, no samosa. Eventually some of Gideon's students ('friends'), all about 13 or 14 years old, turned up. Without cool drinks. It was getting hotter. So we squirrel watched whilst the students meandered off into the distance to get supplies.
Eventually the drifted back, we played some games, drank some cool drinks and ate some samosa. Good family fun all round.
Being in the park, we were right next to some intriguing looking Hindu temples, the party was fizzling out so we said good-bye and Kelv and I made our way to go look around.
As we wandered about our curiosity grew and with it our confidence, so that by the time we got to the fourth and final temple we were confident enough to wander right in for a peek!
There was a really welcoming guy who seemed happy that we were showing some interest. We got dabbed on the head with some yellow gunky stuff, had to touch some fire stuff and then were given ''holy'' water to drink from our hands which both of us promptly allowed to run straight off onto the floor whilst making loud slurping noises.
Did I fancy drinking questionable water out of my dusty hands? Errr no.
In for a Penny.
On the way back we passed the church shared by different Christian groups. In the spirit of equality and continuing curiosity we went in and sat at the back, again greeted by a cheery man saying "come in, come in".
There were some long sound checks of electrical keyboards and guitars before an American-style 'enthusiastic' service started which included the words, I kid you not, "Can I hear a hallelujah?"!!
A less than spiritually productive way to spend a Sunday evening. But it did offer some insight into the choices Indian's face religion-wise!
8/25/2010
Saturday 31st July
She stole my batteries.
Finally convinced them to go to the cinema, everyone but Kelv dropped out about 5 minutes before we were to leave. We ''had'' top go 3hrs early for a ''6 o'clock'' start, which was actually 7.40pm and required no pre-booking... even though ''no no, all movies start'' and you ''must'' get there in advance.
So we hung around the shopping centre, ate samosa, got followed by some kids, window shopped for Kelv's new apartment (pretending money was no object)... Got a bit bored, watched concrete dry (literally), ate ice-cream from questionable street vendor and then...
escaped!!
We, all by ourselves, poned the auto driver, 'Barnabas Now', got in and asked for food ''yes, yes, yes''. He then phoned Gid to find out what we said and where he should take us.
Eventually we ended up in a place called 'Tycoon - Multi-cultural cuisine'. It had an American-Euro menu!! Spaghetti Neopol...
''No sir,'' (sir because nobody ever addresses me) ''none of this is available. We are in India"
Never-mind.
Cashew and Tomato curry very very yummy!
We moved on and Kelvin had a headache so we went to 'Medicals' where we bought some questionable but effective painkillers and consented to the owner having his photo with what were probably his first ever white customers!
Then we saw 'Inception' (A choice of that, 'Salt' (?)or Twighlighht (bluegh)) but we were made 5 minutes late by the crazy security checks and the woman who held my batteries hostage so that I wouldn't use my camera to record the movie. Did she check my bag for other batteries? No.
So we get in and for all the Indian timekeeping flaws the cinemas seem to be pretty punctual and without adverts so we were late. Inception was really good but not the kind of film you want start 5-10 minutes into!!
Happy Lyds x
Finally convinced them to go to the cinema, everyone but Kelv dropped out about 5 minutes before we were to leave. We ''had'' top go 3hrs early for a ''6 o'clock'' start, which was actually 7.40pm and required no pre-booking... even though ''no no, all movies start'' and you ''must'' get there in advance.
So we hung around the shopping centre, ate samosa, got followed by some kids, window shopped for Kelv's new apartment (pretending money was no object)... Got a bit bored, watched concrete dry (literally), ate ice-cream from questionable street vendor and then...
escaped!!
We, all by ourselves, poned the auto driver, 'Barnabas Now', got in and asked for food ''yes, yes, yes''. He then phoned Gid to find out what we said and where he should take us.
Eventually we ended up in a place called 'Tycoon - Multi-cultural cuisine'. It had an American-Euro menu!! Spaghetti Neopol...
''No sir,'' (sir because nobody ever addresses me) ''none of this is available. We are in India"
Never-mind.
Cashew and Tomato curry very very yummy!
We moved on and Kelvin had a headache so we went to 'Medicals' where we bought some questionable but effective painkillers and consented to the owner having his photo with what were probably his first ever white customers!
Then we saw 'Inception' (A choice of that, 'Salt' (?)or Twighlighht (bluegh)) but we were made 5 minutes late by the crazy security checks and the woman who held my batteries hostage so that I wouldn't use my camera to record the movie. Did she check my bag for other batteries? No.
So we get in and for all the Indian timekeeping flaws the cinemas seem to be pretty punctual and without adverts so we were late. Inception was really good but not the kind of film you want start 5-10 minutes into!!
Happy Lyds x
8/07/2010
Friday 30th July
''Es-Ca-Pay" Hey that's spelt like escape!
Kelv, Joel, Suma and I went... walked to the park today! It's bout 100m from the house and is so beautiful! Not to mention the fact that it was great to get out!
Joel was a total cutie and it was good for us all to let off some steam! I spent most of the time marveling at the fact that I hadn't keeled over from the sudden excursion after so much vegging out!
In the afternoon Kelv did some clarinet practice in his new house which was really cool to watch and listen to! Joel turned up and started jumping, spinning and other almost rhythmical movements to the music!
Mega cute yet again!
In the evening we went out for a meal. It was meant to be all of us (the three of them, the two of us and Mohan) but excuses were made and the westerners were sent off on their own, begrudgingly allowed to be alone in the 'oh-so-dangerous' trendy restaurant in which we were dropped off and from which we were picked up.
Tasty food, cool AC room, great atmosphere, reasonable prices and privacy. Nobody watched us while we ate (except from all the members of staff and some of the customers), nobody complained about the quantity of what we ate or scrutinized and misinterpreted our reactions or... it was really really nice.
Only draw back was pudding *pause to allow shocked readers to get back on their chairs*. It was this odd pinkish and incredibly artificial ice-cream type stuff. It felt as if you were poisoning yourself with every mouthful.
Warning, Kelv is a racist.
There have been a few late night chats as these are the only opportunities for Kelv or myself to speak freely and bouce events or ideas off of eachother.
However, late nights = frayed sensibilities.
We were discussing the awesome travel-pilow Laura gave me and I said ''And it's good because it's wipeable in case it gets dirty". However, somewhere between the sound of the fans and Kelvin's projection of his own racist tendencies onto what I was saying he heard "It's clearly for white people as it doesn't get dirty"!
He looked at me in distaste and I wondered what was so offensive about a wipeable surface... Sure I'd been mumbling a bit and contracted some of the words, but why the disapproval?!
He explained. We both laughed.
Neither of us are racists, despite what one of us chooses to hear!!!
All hail, king Kelv.
So basically, the school has said to Kelvin ''you have a complete free reign on what you teach, please lead a team of teachers to adopt a new style of innovative teaching techniques, that you will create, to help teach and improve on the kids' English".
Kelv has no training. No experience. No qualifications and very little Telugu.
Can you imagine someone in England turning up at your workplace and saying ''Forget however many years of experience and training you've got for this job; I, someone who has no qualifications and no experience of any kind, am going to teach you how to do your job, only better. And why should you recognise my authority? Because I'm white, or black, or from the planet Zorg!"
Kelv pointed out today that in all the movies, songs and music videos out here, the west is portrayed as the land of opportunity and yet he has come here and received a unique level of freedom and been given a totally experimental opportunity that he would never ever get in England. Even if he did have experience or training!
To just teach would take a year of training. But to be asked to train experienced teachers when he has never been through teacher training and so does not know what it is like...?
Only in India, where white worship rules all.
Thursday 29th July
Oh to go for a walk.
It was only when Kelv got here that it occurred to me that I haven't walked. Anywhere.
Everyday traveling is via auto or bike, longer journeys are generally by train or bus and I haven't done all that much anyway. House arrest is a dramatic phrase but it would be nice to be allowed out once in a while. Or once.
It was only when Kelv got here that it occurred to me that I haven't walked. Anywhere.
Everyday traveling is via auto or bike, longer journeys are generally by train or bus and I haven't done all that much anyway. House arrest is a dramatic phrase but it would be nice to be allowed out once in a while. Or once.
Wednesday 28th July.
Vive' la England!
Kelv got here this morning and was determined to stay awake until evening to beat jet-lag. We had a catch up; me on my family, national and global affairs and him on India stuffs, both how it is and how I see it.
This was mutually useful. The only news I've received so far is that Spain won the world cup and Cheryl Cole got malaria.
It's so nice to have someone to turn to when everyone is speaking Telugu and have my own conversation with a real person... as opposed to with myself in my head..!
Lyds to bloggers: Looking back at these few days I realise how little I've written, this is a combination of not a lot happening and of finally having someone to talk to, so there was less free time and less desire to articulate my feelings each evening as I could do it right there on the spot! Sorry folks x
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Kelv got here this morning and was determined to stay awake until evening to beat jet-lag. We had a catch up; me on my family, national and global affairs and him on India stuffs, both how it is and how I see it.
This was mutually useful. The only news I've received so far is that Spain won the world cup and Cheryl Cole got malaria.
It's so nice to have someone to turn to when everyone is speaking Telugu and have my own conversation with a real person... as opposed to with myself in my head..!
Lyds to bloggers: Looking back at these few days I realise how little I've written, this is a combination of not a lot happening and of finally having someone to talk to, so there was less free time and less desire to articulate my feelings each evening as I could do it right there on the spot! Sorry folks x
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Tuesday 27th July
Woke Up. Felt Ill. Threw up. Slept.
Note to self, do not take malaria tablets on an empty stomach.
Note to self, do not take malaria tablets on an empty stomach.
8/03/2010
Monday 26th July
Be careful what you wish for.
So imagine your first day at work (or school). Remember the nerves? The slightly sick feeling that is those nerves mixed with excitement?
Now imagine you have had no training for that job. You didn't even know you were going until the night before, it wasn't confirmed until that morning and you that had been waiting and semi-preparing for something different.
Now add to this the fact that not only are you the only person of your skin colour but also the only one who speaks English. Staff and students included.
Imagine you speak next to nothing of their language.
Now imagine they hadn't been told you were coming.
So you turn up, late, and everyone there looks at you with great expectations, the person who brought you takes you to a crowded room in which there is clearly not enough room for you and says ''here you are, see you later''.
*Fear*
Then you get taken to another room after you just stand there in disbelief. You sit in the chair to which you were directed.
And you think, hey, if I can come to a foreign country not knowing anyone, move in with some strangers, many geckos and a rat and I can sit through hours of Telugu worship, I'm up for a challenge. Right?
So there I was, ready and willing to put my hand to whatever task presents itself and decide to go have a 'conversation' with one of the students and see if I can help improve their work or gauge their understanding.
*Looks at a student's book*
Right.
Telugu.
I'll just sit here then.
About an hour later Gideon returns from whatever errands he's been running: ''Right, I'm going home then".
Right.
Help?
Gid: ''Do you want to come? I'll pick you up later ok?''
Lyd: ''No I'M COMING"
Feeling? Apart from humiliation? Guilt, inadequacy and general all round embarrassment.
Same again tomorrow then?
Somehow, no.
On the upside!
We went out to help package food for the homeless, which was loads of fun! We all sat around this bowl of curry and one woman spooned it into bags while we all tied them up. Then we went on to the train station where lots of homeless people 'live' and handed out packages of warm foods and donated clothes. Really picked up my mood. I can do anything ;)
Chalk the whole morning up to experience and get on with life =] x
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So imagine your first day at work (or school). Remember the nerves? The slightly sick feeling that is those nerves mixed with excitement?
Now imagine you have had no training for that job. You didn't even know you were going until the night before, it wasn't confirmed until that morning and you that had been waiting and semi-preparing for something different.
Now add to this the fact that not only are you the only person of your skin colour but also the only one who speaks English. Staff and students included.
Imagine you speak next to nothing of their language.
Now imagine they hadn't been told you were coming.
So you turn up, late, and everyone there looks at you with great expectations, the person who brought you takes you to a crowded room in which there is clearly not enough room for you and says ''here you are, see you later''.
*Fear*
Then you get taken to another room after you just stand there in disbelief. You sit in the chair to which you were directed.
And you think, hey, if I can come to a foreign country not knowing anyone, move in with some strangers, many geckos and a rat and I can sit through hours of Telugu worship, I'm up for a challenge. Right?
So there I was, ready and willing to put my hand to whatever task presents itself and decide to go have a 'conversation' with one of the students and see if I can help improve their work or gauge their understanding.
*Looks at a student's book*
Right.
Telugu.
I'll just sit here then.
About an hour later Gideon returns from whatever errands he's been running: ''Right, I'm going home then".
Right.
Help?
Gid: ''Do you want to come? I'll pick you up later ok?''
Lyd: ''No I'M COMING"
Feeling? Apart from humiliation? Guilt, inadequacy and general all round embarrassment.
Same again tomorrow then?
Somehow, no.
On the upside!
We went out to help package food for the homeless, which was loads of fun! We all sat around this bowl of curry and one woman spooned it into bags while we all tied them up. Then we went on to the train station where lots of homeless people 'live' and handed out packages of warm foods and donated clothes. Really picked up my mood. I can do anything ;)
Chalk the whole morning up to experience and get on with life =] x
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Saturday 24th August
Job creation in India.
I knew that they employed a number of people to do jobs for which they need only one worker and a machine but I never realised just how many people you can employ to sell a saree.
It actually reminds me of how Mr Whiting, my (old) history teacher, described the GDR's attempts at job creation.
For example, to buy a saree:
- A guy (or two) to check your bags on the way in,
- One guy to show and sell you the saree,
- One boy or girl to hold the other end when unfolding said saree to display to the customer,
- One girl to carry the smokey incense-smelling thing through the shop every now and then,
- One girl (or more) to make and carry Chai for the workers,
- A man to carry your saree to the checkout,
- One guy at the checkout to put the prices into the till and give you a receipt,
- Another guy to take your money and stamp your receipt
- A guy to then look at your receipt and give you your parcels,
- One at the door to put the parcels (which up until now have been in brown paper bags) into a bigger plastic or cloth bag,
- The security guys again to check you're not stealing things and to give back anything you left with them,
and (in yesterday's case) a guy sitting outside to sell you a matching underskirt.
One saree, more than ten people.
I knew that they employed a number of people to do jobs for which they need only one worker and a machine but I never realised just how many people you can employ to sell a saree.
It actually reminds me of how Mr Whiting, my (old) history teacher, described the GDR's attempts at job creation.
For example, to buy a saree:
- A guy (or two) to check your bags on the way in,
- One guy to show and sell you the saree,
- One boy or girl to hold the other end when unfolding said saree to display to the customer,
- One girl to carry the smokey incense-smelling thing through the shop every now and then,
- One girl (or more) to make and carry Chai for the workers,
- A man to carry your saree to the checkout,
- One guy at the checkout to put the prices into the till and give you a receipt,
- Another guy to take your money and stamp your receipt
- A guy to then look at your receipt and give you your parcels,
- One at the door to put the parcels (which up until now have been in brown paper bags) into a bigger plastic or cloth bag,
- The security guys again to check you're not stealing things and to give back anything you left with them,
and (in yesterday's case) a guy sitting outside to sell you a matching underskirt.
One saree, more than ten people.
Friday 23rd July
Shattered.
Absolutely zonked so I'll just give a brief ''today so far''.
Babel.
Poonan, Hepsi, Suma, Joel and I went shopping today. It was great fun and along the way I had some sort of reasonably priced fruit smoothie thing at about RS 20, some coconut water and, wait for it, a chocolate-flavour wafer type thing! One of the yummiest things I have eaten out here, but that is possibly to do with the lack of chocolate in my excursions so far rather than the quality of the bar itself.
Suma was working overtime as we had language barriers of Babel like proportions. Poonan speaks Hindi, Punjab and very limited English; Hepsi speaks Telugu and even less English; I speak English, some incredibly useless Hindi phrases and the a small repertoire of Telugu words and jokes. Suma speaks Telugu and is also fluent in Hindi and English, so made an excellent translator when things got complicated.
Shopping, despite these differences, was easy as we all, as my mum would say, speak the universal language of woman.
Just in case.
Today our Auto driver was hedging his bets with car stickers of Ganesh, Jesus and some sort of Mosque symbol... I thought this pretty funny but apparently some people only use Christian autos (or Hindu or Muslim ones...) so this guy was probably just being business wise!
RS = Rupees (65 to the pound)
Evening: Friend for life.
Josh took me out on his motorbike because I had accidentally agreed that I would buy the bananas (or 'arriti pundu' as they are called here) when attempting to join in the Telugu conversation!
After a ridiculous quantity of bananas had been purchased Josh turned and asked me ''you like ice-cream?''
Duh.
So he bought me a chocolate cornetto-style cone and the kids some smaller pots of vanilla. Yum.
Absolutely zonked so I'll just give a brief ''today so far''.
Babel.
Poonan, Hepsi, Suma, Joel and I went shopping today. It was great fun and along the way I had some sort of reasonably priced fruit smoothie thing at about RS 20, some coconut water and, wait for it, a chocolate-flavour wafer type thing! One of the yummiest things I have eaten out here, but that is possibly to do with the lack of chocolate in my excursions so far rather than the quality of the bar itself.
Suma was working overtime as we had language barriers of Babel like proportions. Poonan speaks Hindi, Punjab and very limited English; Hepsi speaks Telugu and even less English; I speak English, some incredibly useless Hindi phrases and the a small repertoire of Telugu words and jokes. Suma speaks Telugu and is also fluent in Hindi and English, so made an excellent translator when things got complicated.
Shopping, despite these differences, was easy as we all, as my mum would say, speak the universal language of woman.
Just in case.
Today our Auto driver was hedging his bets with car stickers of Ganesh, Jesus and some sort of Mosque symbol... I thought this pretty funny but apparently some people only use Christian autos (or Hindu or Muslim ones...) so this guy was probably just being business wise!
RS = Rupees (65 to the pound)
Evening: Friend for life.
Josh took me out on his motorbike because I had accidentally agreed that I would buy the bananas (or 'arriti pundu' as they are called here) when attempting to join in the Telugu conversation!
After a ridiculous quantity of bananas had been purchased Josh turned and asked me ''you like ice-cream?''
Duh.
So he bought me a chocolate cornetto-style cone and the kids some smaller pots of vanilla. Yum.
Thursday 22nd July
Joel.
Joel, my four year-old housemate, doesn't know what ''behaving'' means so when he's being naughty and I say ''What are you doing Joel?'' he replies ''Nothing, I do nothing..." so I say ''Are you behaving?'' ''I'm not behaving Auntie''. No, I thought not.
:)
He comes into my room, perching on the end of my bed which is in front of the AC and says ''It's cool, AC is cool'', pulling a face like that of a dog with it's head out the window.
The other morning he woke me up by tapping me on the arm and said what I thought was ''Auntie I use cakie'' to which I replied ''errm.. erg sure Joel'' and went back to sleep as he walked off. I'm then awoken again by a puzzled Gracie who says '' Lydia, why is there some Budgie on your bed..?''.
Budgie being a sweet cake thing often served to Joel for breakfast.
Oooh, white people!
There were two white people in Kadium today; Tony from New Zealand and Justin from England, both friendly and interesting central Christadelphians =]
Go all the way to India and reminisce about McDonalds, bland food and KFC..!
Marmee.
Spoke to my mum about 12 o'clock today (7.30am England time) It was so good to hear her voice, especially as I haven't been feeling that well! I hadn't realise how much I missed her until I spoke to her and started to well up... <3
And tonight?
We are going to Ruth and Boaz's house for an evening Bible talk, the mental stimulation will be nice after a few days of nothing! If I spend anymore time in the company of Nelson Mandela I may be compelled to start some sort of revolution!
The talk was really cool, it was pitch black and they hung up two light bulbs on long wires, draped over washing lines and walls!
Once they got into the Telugu I turned around and made friends with these two local girls (about ten years old?) and they were really cool and funny, I taught them my name and some English words!
Joel, my four year-old housemate, doesn't know what ''behaving'' means so when he's being naughty and I say ''What are you doing Joel?'' he replies ''Nothing, I do nothing..." so I say ''Are you behaving?'' ''I'm not behaving Auntie''. No, I thought not.
:)
He comes into my room, perching on the end of my bed which is in front of the AC and says ''It's cool, AC is cool'', pulling a face like that of a dog with it's head out the window.
The other morning he woke me up by tapping me on the arm and said what I thought was ''Auntie I use cakie'' to which I replied ''errm.. erg sure Joel'' and went back to sleep as he walked off. I'm then awoken again by a puzzled Gracie who says '' Lydia, why is there some Budgie on your bed..?''.
Budgie being a sweet cake thing often served to Joel for breakfast.
Oooh, white people!
There were two white people in Kadium today; Tony from New Zealand and Justin from England, both friendly and interesting central Christadelphians =]
Go all the way to India and reminisce about McDonalds, bland food and KFC..!
Marmee.
Spoke to my mum about 12 o'clock today (7.30am England time) It was so good to hear her voice, especially as I haven't been feeling that well! I hadn't realise how much I missed her until I spoke to her and started to well up... <3
And tonight?
We are going to Ruth and Boaz's house for an evening Bible talk, the mental stimulation will be nice after a few days of nothing! If I spend anymore time in the company of Nelson Mandela I may be compelled to start some sort of revolution!
The talk was really cool, it was pitch black and they hung up two light bulbs on long wires, draped over washing lines and walls!
Once they got into the Telugu I turned around and made friends with these two local girls (about ten years old?) and they were really cool and funny, I taught them my name and some English words!
Wednesday 21st July
Bear necessities.
Found out today that ''Baloo'' is Punjabi for 'Bear'.
This pleases me greatly and causes me to believe life is now complete.
Also, we're surrounded by what are meant to be called banyan trees but we all know they are really 'Junglebook trees'.
Verevaumnumnum....
Veeravaram is a really cool place, it's part of some tribal reserve thing to promote traditional crafts and living styles. Every time someone says the name they just sort of trail off and it's not something I can pronounce but hey, doesn't stop the thatched mud and clay huts being super cool.
All the Christadelphians here are women and they seem so strong in faith and living the word of God in a simple and practical way. I think spending some (some) time her would do anyone a world of good.
17 years without you all.
Dr. Edwin-Arthur gave a talk today concerning the benefits of being a vegetarian. It was more practical than spiritual and offered some interesting pointers based both on his medical knowledge and examples from the Bible.
Many women weren't there as they were working in the fields so they missed the fact that Seventh-day Adventists, all of whom are vegetarians, live, on average, 17 years longer than 'normal' people due, in large part, to their healthy veggi diets!
Or maybe I'll live to see 930..!
No, not the Maaza!
Maaza is a delicious sickly sweet mango drink sold across India. My stomach has being aching for a few days and Edwin suggested that I stay off the Maaza as lots of people are allergic to mangoes and don't realise it..! =S
Found out today that ''Baloo'' is Punjabi for 'Bear'.
This pleases me greatly and causes me to believe life is now complete.
Also, we're surrounded by what are meant to be called banyan trees but we all know they are really 'Junglebook trees'.
Verevaumnumnum....
Veeravaram is a really cool place, it's part of some tribal reserve thing to promote traditional crafts and living styles. Every time someone says the name they just sort of trail off and it's not something I can pronounce but hey, doesn't stop the thatched mud and clay huts being super cool.
All the Christadelphians here are women and they seem so strong in faith and living the word of God in a simple and practical way. I think spending some (some) time her would do anyone a world of good.
17 years without you all.
Dr. Edwin-Arthur gave a talk today concerning the benefits of being a vegetarian. It was more practical than spiritual and offered some interesting pointers based both on his medical knowledge and examples from the Bible.
Many women weren't there as they were working in the fields so they missed the fact that Seventh-day Adventists, all of whom are vegetarians, live, on average, 17 years longer than 'normal' people due, in large part, to their healthy veggi diets!
Or maybe I'll live to see 930..!
No, not the Maaza!
Maaza is a delicious sickly sweet mango drink sold across India. My stomach has being aching for a few days and Edwin suggested that I stay off the Maaza as lots of people are allergic to mangoes and don't realise it..! =S
8/02/2010
Monday 19th July
Lazy like a Monday morning.
Fairly uneventful, people all have different things to do so I was told to stay. Often people would ask "you are bored?" (which I've learnt is a question not a statement!) to which I reply 'I'm not bored in India!' It's true, there is always something to observe, a new sight, sound or smell =]
For example, today whilst on the roof, I watched a lizard thing run along next door's roof and then look at me and do what can only be described as press-ups. I later asked Krupa about this later and she said that she couldn't remember the English name but Muslims hate them because one betrayed some Muslims who were hiding down a well from some Hindus by using his press-ups to tell them where they were.
I get followed by Lackshmi sometimes, everywhere, it's hard because there is just no way of communicating other than hand gestures and sounds... =S
So the lizard, almost getting followed into the loo and very hospitable friends... that concludes today. x
Fairly uneventful, people all have different things to do so I was told to stay. Often people would ask "you are bored?" (which I've learnt is a question not a statement!) to which I reply 'I'm not bored in India!' It's true, there is always something to observe, a new sight, sound or smell =]
For example, today whilst on the roof, I watched a lizard thing run along next door's roof and then look at me and do what can only be described as press-ups. I later asked Krupa about this later and she said that she couldn't remember the English name but Muslims hate them because one betrayed some Muslims who were hiding down a well from some Hindus by using his press-ups to tell them where they were.
I get followed by Lackshmi sometimes, everywhere, it's hard because there is just no way of communicating other than hand gestures and sounds... =S
So the lizard, almost getting followed into the loo and very hospitable friends... that concludes today. x
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