- I no longer require toilet paper.
- I can eat with my hands now. I still can't do rice with hands, though.
- Hot shower is a luxury, not a necessity
- People don't stare at me anymore, They assume I'm from Northeast of India or Nepal (not even China).
- I don't see any problem with making 2-lane street into 6-lane street
- Traffic lights are just annoyance, you don't need them.
- Not sharing the street with the animals is just selfish. When there were no goats while I was in Delhi, I felt lonely.
- I believe squatting for #1 and 2 have anatomical advantages.
Romba Nandri means thank you very much in Tamil. This blog is an attempt to share my experiences as I begin my journey to Chennai, Thanjavur and other areas in Tamil Nadu, India and surrounding countries with those who have loved and supported me.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Am I becoming an Indian?
Each day seems so long at times, yet the time flies before I notice that it's December! I am on a return train back to the lovely and sleepy town of Thanjavur after spending a long weekend with Erin and Geoff visiting Taj Mahal and the Agra fort. During this trip with Erin and Geoff, I've noticed that I am almost like half Indian. The reasons are listed below.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Punjabee Wedding
Me in a Punjabi suit in a Punjabi pose |
So I finally "crashed" an Indian wedding in India! This was one of my things to do while in India. Technically, I couldn't crash since I was invited. First of word that comes to my mind is BLING-BLING. These people know how to dress up, play hard and work hard. My friend's family is one of the most hospitable people you could every meet and I still am so grateful for them to take me in and make me feel like a part of their family. It was definitely one of the most memorable weddings.
Raj in her wedding gown, so pretty |
My hand with Henna |
The newly wedded couple |
The in-laws dancing and spreading money to each other |
Me in another Punjabi suit |
Throwing the rice backwards for prosperity before heading out... |
Nicest uncle and friend's dad! |
Monday, November 15, 2010
Jalandher and Back
So it's been a while since my last entry, it is not because I don't have anything to say or do anything fun. It's because the opposite. I've been busy traveling to Punjab (it's one of the northern states in India for those who don't know India geography). I went to a friend's wedding there. The wedding needs a whole new blog page so that will be posted separately. I would like to discuss about traveling in India!!!! Before I begin, I would to emphasize that I love India!
But traveling around sometimes is not easy. Few examples here; My morning at the airport started with a bunch of rude ladies cutting the line in front of me for the luggage x-ray. I was so aggravated that I pushed one of them with my backpack, but she didn't even flinch. On the way to the Delhi train station, the traffic was horrendous and the taxi driver reached over, opened my door and told me to get out and start walking because he wasn't going to drive in the traffic anymore! I basically told him off in English which I doubted he cared or understood.
View of the Delhi the train station platform |
But all in all, this was not a bad trip, I guess. I was not ass groped, did not miss the stop, met some nice people whose son kept singing Justin Beiber's song the whole 6hr ride, and yelled at drunk men who were making passes at me. I do, however, continue to ask, India! why? Why can't we be on time???
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