RashmIndia

RashmIndia was born during a conversation with good friends Jess and Matt as a means of keeping in touch during my summer internship in Mumbai. I will be working at a social welfare agency and living with four other Indian-American students, which I've started to think of as Real World: Mumbai. And since any good Real World NEEDS a confessional, here it is. Imagine me with fantastic hair and makeup in a closet equipped with a camera, self-righteously venting and you have RashmIndia. Enjoy!

Monday, July 11, 2005

A Brief Update

So I have been without internet access for a whole week now. I won't lie to you: it hasn't been a pretty situation. I wish I could say I was one of those people who finds deeper meaning when cut off from all information and communication channels but I am just not. I like email. I like reading the newspaper online five million times a day (London was BOMBED and I read about it first in an actual newspaper. Really.) I have been with my extended family for a week which means that my oolta-poolta (upside-down) Hindi was working non-stop and my thoughts are now in this icky messy mix of Hindi and English. (Also not a pretty situation.) I am not all that good at waking up in the morning and having to immediately start my day in Hindi was unspeakably trying for me. (Doing it with a smile on my face every morning-when-chai-was-brought-in promptly at seven as to not offend anyone in the family was also an experience.)

But there are lots more stories from my last week that I will fill in later. Right now I am sitting in the Indira Gandhi International Airport in New Delhi, the only female in roomful of men at the internet-cafe-without-any-food-that-exploitatively-charges-$5-an-hour-(or-Rs200) for-one-blessed-hour-of-email-time. As deprived as I am at this point, I happily slapped down my Visa card (it is everywhere I want to be after all) and have spent the last 30 minutes speed-reading-and-writing to you all.

(There is some sort of nationalist India chant happening outside that starts every five minutes or so that is disrupting my concentration so if this doesn't make any sense, I apologize. Why such a strong military presence in the airport, I wonder? Men with machine guns are also slightly concentration disrupting. Chant just started again.)

ACK! Okay, I just looked outside and noticed the security line is beyond long and the entire obviously American family wearing surfer shorts and Hawaiian shirts (I don't get it. This is India, not Bermuda. And really, those outfits are beyond stereotype. You tell me.) hasn't moved in ten minutes. I am going to give up precious minutes here and take my place in line.

Will be back in Boston on the 11th of July (which it already is here in India). Cannot wait to see you all again. Get in touch with me!

Love love love...
(and more updates to follow)

3 Comments:

  • At Monday, July 11, 2005 7:18:00 PM, Blogger Shivani said…

    Hello my dear,

    hope you have arrived home safely. I hope your time with your family hasn't been too trying, but then again it's an experience that maybe one day when your 45 and someone dies you will be glad that you extended this short interval of kindness...(that's what my mom would say from personal experience...by the way, my mom says hi!) I was inspired and started my own blog! Hope you are well and let's try to meet asap. love you!
    shiva

     
  • At Tuesday, July 12, 2005 1:02:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    hi! i checked your blog to see what you were up to and im glad you made it through the week =) we miss you! everything's pretty much the same here... girls are really nice, though we dont do much. but i dont do much either so i guess it dont matter. not feeling so hot today so im not at work which is why i have time to look up your blog. hope you got home safely and i wanna hear how the visit with fam (and your famous cousin) was! take care lovely =)

    d

     
  • At Sunday, July 17, 2005 3:05:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

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