pre-departure madness
last night santosh picked me up at the embassy as scheduled. we then went (by scooter) to anand niketan so i could get some bags and clothes and jewelry etc for the village. it started pouring rain while we were there, so we waited it out and were able to make it 66% of the way back without really getting wet. but the rain came down during the last 15 minutes! and it got COLD. but everyone was enjoying-- you can hear people on motorcycles and scooters laughing and enjoying as the rain picks up. while driving, santosh handed me his mobile bc it started ringing. between the rain and santosh yelling not to get his phone wet (like that could be prevented?) i could barely make out who was on the other line-- it turned out to be pappu calling to say it was raining a lot (duh) and he would be late.
we didn't get home until almost 10pm, soaking wet. we felt like eating lithi-- these balls of wheat flour (aataa) filled with roasted chick pea flower (satu) and some onion, garlic etc. we baked them in the oven and it took A LONG TIME. after making those and some okra with soyatein (YUM) it was midnite. i didn't get into bed until 1am and it took a long time to fall asleep bc some type of bug bit me on my toe and it was swollen and itchy and kind of painful.
in the morning i woke up early to pack and everything went wrong-- clothes were not dry, i was super sleepy, clothes were missing, clothes had hug tears in them, clothes needed to be ironed. yes, i should have taken care of this the night before, but we had been engaged in clothes washing and cooking so packing early was not possible. i remember being in Mt. Abu-- feeling very cold and damp all the time. that is how it is here right now. also, the fact that my in-laws live in a different world where time is not really a factor works against me. example-- i was yelling at santosh that i needed a needle (which i had been asking for for a week) to sew up some pants. we had the radio on and i thought he seemed a bit distracted by the film song that was playing (K3G), but i figured he went into the bedroom to go fetch a needle-- but NO! he went in there to dance to the song! all of this was going on while i had 15 minutes to finish packing and getting ready for work and eat breakfast.
i'll be posting again next week...
we didn't get home until almost 10pm, soaking wet. we felt like eating lithi-- these balls of wheat flour (aataa) filled with roasted chick pea flower (satu) and some onion, garlic etc. we baked them in the oven and it took A LONG TIME. after making those and some okra with soyatein (YUM) it was midnite. i didn't get into bed until 1am and it took a long time to fall asleep bc some type of bug bit me on my toe and it was swollen and itchy and kind of painful.
in the morning i woke up early to pack and everything went wrong-- clothes were not dry, i was super sleepy, clothes were missing, clothes had hug tears in them, clothes needed to be ironed. yes, i should have taken care of this the night before, but we had been engaged in clothes washing and cooking so packing early was not possible. i remember being in Mt. Abu-- feeling very cold and damp all the time. that is how it is here right now. also, the fact that my in-laws live in a different world where time is not really a factor works against me. example-- i was yelling at santosh that i needed a needle (which i had been asking for for a week) to sew up some pants. we had the radio on and i thought he seemed a bit distracted by the film song that was playing (K3G), but i figured he went into the bedroom to go fetch a needle-- but NO! he went in there to dance to the song! all of this was going on while i had 15 minutes to finish packing and getting ready for work and eat breakfast.
i'll be posting again next week...
posted by skibak8 at 3:59 am
1 Comments:
You know, here's the thing, your blog is just better, mine just can't compare. I mean here I am, annoyed about the recent numbers of ants in the house and it's like, small town upstate New York. You're in India, and taking scooter rides to exotic places in the rain and I'm sending beanie babies to kids at camp. There's no contest. Seriously, how am I supposed to compete?
Jealous in Cohoes,
Carrie
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