Why I love India
The other day Roel and me discussed our trips home. It us from us that folks back home got to hear about India as we know it. Cowds of people who just would not let you be, insane traffic with participants varying from painted tracks to cows, dust, burning sun or pouring rain, bargaining as a daily routine, diet rich in hydrocarbonates and so lacking proteins, sticky men and humble women (for me and Roel respectively). I find it interesting that both Dutch and Russian people reacted similarly, “I do not understand why you are staying there for so long then”…. Well, let me try to explain…
In fact, I love India because only here I can
wear then most colourful clothes with funky colour combinations and know that accessories for my green-and-pink salwar kameez are always available at the market
wear simple sarees and look gorgeous
get a new skirt at the export rejected Sarojini market every week with no harm to my wallet
pick up ten guy in 1 night out and proudly reject them all
eat masala dosa, paneer parantha, lamb cooked by Mr. Jayaraj and byriany by Kanpana-ji, snack with yummiest chats; indulge sweet julab jamun, ladoo and doda; drink butter milk, badam milk, sweet lassi and CHAI!
along with the whole country cry and deliver special prayers for a five-year old Haryana boy who fell in a hole who were trapped in a 60-feet deep tube well pit for nearly 50 hours and then got happily rescued
singing along a fiery song in a language you do not know and dance in a way you never could before
drive on the reverse raw
get fed by my colleagues if the lunch I ordered gets delayed
get a bus ride for 2 Rupees (equals to 0.0427788 USD or 0.0336207 EUR)
be around people even when alone
be considered beautiful just because of the colour of my skin;
jump queues and undertake any other acts of rampant impudence for the same reason
bargain down from any price
go for souvenir shopping every weekend and every time get something new
tell a person “Acha, yaa… we should catch up some time” and not really mean it
be 1 or 2 hours late for any family or friends meet and people would tell you “Not a problem”
cross a busy road at the place where I find it convenient
after a great outing drive a jeep full of nicely drunk people (not excluding the driver), as a crowd get to a dhaba for soft -warm paranthas and feel happy
In fact, I love India because only here I can
wear then most colourful clothes with funky colour combinations and know that accessories for my green-and-pink salwar kameez are always available at the market
wear simple sarees and look gorgeous
get a new skirt at the export rejected Sarojini market every week with no harm to my wallet
pick up ten guy in 1 night out and proudly reject them all
eat masala dosa, paneer parantha, lamb cooked by Mr. Jayaraj and byriany by Kanpana-ji, snack with yummiest chats; indulge sweet julab jamun, ladoo and doda; drink butter milk, badam milk, sweet lassi and CHAI!
along with the whole country cry and deliver special prayers for a five-year old Haryana boy who fell in a hole who were trapped in a 60-feet deep tube well pit for nearly 50 hours and then got happily rescued
singing along a fiery song in a language you do not know and dance in a way you never could before
drive on the reverse raw
get fed by my colleagues if the lunch I ordered gets delayed
get a bus ride for 2 Rupees (equals to 0.0427788 USD or 0.0336207 EUR)
be around people even when alone
be considered beautiful just because of the colour of my skin;
jump queues and undertake any other acts of rampant impudence for the same reason
bargain down from any price
go for souvenir shopping every weekend and every time get something new
tell a person “Acha, yaa… we should catch up some time” and not really mean it
be 1 or 2 hours late for any family or friends meet and people would tell you “Not a problem”
cross a busy road at the place where I find it convenient
after a great outing drive a jeep full of nicely drunk people (not excluding the driver), as a crowd get to a dhaba for soft -warm paranthas and feel happy
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