Datadisk - something about India

Well, I have said I would write something more about India and maybe even in English, so let’s do it at the same time. Actually, this is already maybe a forth or so article about the same general topic “India” and surprisingly there is still something I have left out in the others. Not possible, yaaar!! (yar means ‘friend’ in Hindi and Indians use it quite often after sentences).

Indians don’t know what is queue (line). Therefore, when you want to buy something or just ask at the counter or whatever, in Europe you normally wait until it’s your turn and then deal all in peace with your stuff. Not here. There is no line, so you have to fight and think a lot how to get strategic position and finally reach the place. It might sound funny, but I assure you that is some situations it is more like a real fight for life. For example, Delhi metro. Very modern, new, nice and clean, in fact. But, Indians follow rules of jungle and don’t know the basic rule that firstly people get out and only then in. Here when the door get opened, people start fighting for moving in and out at the same time. This is not a joke. Anyway, ladies have special places in first cars, they don’t need to participate in the fight (-:

Indians don’t say “thank you”, “please”, etc. I don’t argue they are rude. But when you thank to somebody he makes a weird face. Sometimes, if you know the person a bit, he would tell you that you don’t need to thank, because you are his friend. It looks like friends don’t need to be kind between each other. And indeed, I was told couple of times that between friends there are both rights and duties. There we are. Don’t say ‘thank you’ to your ‘friend’, he has to do it. On the other hand, don’t be surprised if your friend takes your T-shirt if he likes it. He has right to do it. He is your friend.

Though, Indians do use some polite words, first among them being “sir”. But you already know about this. I have to say now, I quite got use to this, so, please, when I come back home, do call me like this, too. Thank you (-:

It stinks here. Yes, it does. In some places it smells very good and they have some very nice perfumes and flowers and so, but in most places in cities or villages, and especially in Delhi where I am right now, it smells very badly. I don’t think I am too spoiled or posh, so you could imagine that if I am saying it, how true it can be.

Hey, many more can be said. But listen, if some of you are interested about the face of the real and everyday India I have two advices. The book ‘White Tiger’ (author with a difficult Indian name) is amazing and very truly and as I have heard it is becoming a bestseller all around the world. So go on and get it (there is also a Slovak and Czech addition). If you belong to a group of my friends who have read three books in their lives, watch the movie called ‘Outsourced’. I saw it few days ago and it is amazing. It describes very much what life a foreigner has here. I hope you will find it funny as well, if not then it is only funny for those who have been to India and consider coming.

Well, so that’s it. I hope it doesn’t sound too negatively. It was just some things I found interesting and I discussed it with some foreigners and they agree that this is the way it is. On the other hand, I have to say my time in India is approaching its end and I might change the heading of this blog in a while, depending on which country I will move to (-: And from some point of view I am looking forward to a place where things would work a little bit better and people would have again different attitude. But it is clear to me even now I will miss many things from here. For example food and tea. Cause it is aaawesome, yaaaar!!!