Not your typical week.
I'm in New Delhi, and have just wrapped up 12 days of research and fly-while-you-guys-sleep travel. These were our first group of respondents, a rather raucous, but also rather stinky (sorry ladies, you reek!) crowd. These are more traditional 'old school' ladies, if you will, from the lower-middle class in Delhi. This type of traditional clothing is only worn in the north and east by lower class citizens, sort of mirroring the traditionalist geography of the states, right? They openly identify themselves as lower class, and are pretty much at peace with it. They speak all at once, and loud, really, really loud. IT SOUNDS ALOT LIKE THIS, ALL THE TIME, AND GOES ON FOR 2 SOLID HOURS WITHOUT A BREAK IN THE ACTION! My brain is numb, and my olfactory is shot. I used to think my wife was weird for taking a 'travel candle', but I'd pay top dollar for one, in fact, I'd shove it right up my nose until I board the plane.
Tomorrow is finally a free day until we board the sixteen hour flight at midnight. Apparently all the international flights here take off after midnight. Not sure why, but it's some airline rule. I think it's that rule that says you must be inconvenienced, uncomfortable, and really fucking tired to travel rule.
Hopefully tomorrow is a good quick take-in of New Delhi. We're hitting the traditional tourist spots, one of which is the Lotus Temple. It's basically BahaiCo's corporate headquarters. Supposed to be awesome, if you're into looking at big buildings. Rather ironic though, that we have a giant Bahai temple in our backyard in Chicago. I think there's only about 7 in the whole world, and I'll have seen 2 already. Sounds fun, I'll be snapping some pics, so check back soon.
5 comments:
class in india is just a fact, unlike here in the states. your last name indicates what caste you are, so there isn't any trying to camouflage yourself as anything else there. they are at peace with it because there just isn't changing it.
that's funny, i was gonna say before i read paulas post, rick sould go there and learn to be at peace with being a "bust out painter"
i'm sorry for your nose case. i know how stinky people can be.
have a nice free day! try to enjoy it.
see you back in the USA!!!!
In other words, Craig could never survive in India, 'cause he used to gag and run from the room when the cleaning lady didn't wear any deodorant. I sure hope these ladies are not blogging, they might be offended. And, Dina, being a painter is an occupation, not a class, so tell Rick to be at peace with being a man who earns an honest living. That's the highest "class."
you're right roma! although,my husband seems to think tradesmen are a "class" of there own. he's getting better now that we're having a family.
Don't worry about these women being offended, they've never even seen a computer, and I'm not kidding. My laptop in the room with them was cause for major excitement.
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