On Inhabiting India
last night i wrote a silly poem instead of doing the huge amount of homework i have to finish before i enoy my october travels. it went a little like this: india. mosquitos biting. sliding in dog s***. trash bins that make american garbage seem beautifully fragrant (really i can't tell you how bad indian trash smells). ai force feeding. men staring, believing the "free sex" stereotype of american women. too much rice. children playing in traffic. literally. sliding in dog s***. india. but today, india is far more wonderful than yesterday in my perception: i got a package i was expecting over a month and a half ago. which means i have egg substitute. i can make pancakes (mmm...pancakes! waffles! cookies!) in my house now. my ai doesn't eat eggs. today is a good day indeed. 76 days until homebound. with my huge workload, time will most likely go way too fast in that respect, but not soon enough at the same time. before my trip next week i have to do essay questions for indian politics, create a presentation based on my independent study project, write a environmental science paper, study for/learn marathi before the first term test next week, and somehow find time to pack and get supplies for my trip. whew. ok. life at my host family is alright, every morning, i wake up at about 6, my ai will have already made me glorious chaha. i walk fast to yoga, most likely listening to gnarles barkley (thanks quinn). i find it's easier to ignore the stares, marriage proposals, and i love yous when you can't hear them. yoga is excellent (hm. i will tell you more about that later). then my odd rickshaw walla picks me up from there. i say odd because everytime i sneeze (which tends to happen as i seem to be allergic to india) he laughs at me. now i am really self-conscious about sneezing in india. not that i think about it, it has almost been programmed. anyway, i get home, shower and have breakfast of pohay, itly, potato paratha, or some other indian dish. usually delicious. especially with ketchup. they love ketchup here, and i found that indian food and ketchup together are excellent. i never used to like ketchup until i got here. so then my rickshawwalla picks me up and brings me to class. it is then my hectic day really starts. i should probably end this now. i am going to my sitar teacher's concert. she is sooo great as a person in general and a sitarist (i guess sitarists are people too). well...i'll talk about her in another journal entry when i get around to it (yes mom, i am BUSY). alright. are you happy mother?!