Monday, July 12, 2010

indian weather

When you are in India and you do not have Indian chaat, your visit to India is a waste. Where ever you go, in any corner of India, you can have this chaat. So as expected, we landed at Delhi airport and took the flight to Allahabad after spending 12 hours with M's parents. We were primarily indoors, 'coz it was literally a coal furness outside. So the moment we were in open and let loose we started hogging. We did not want to waste a single moment and before reaching the dharamshala from the airport, we decided to take a detour, via the medical chowk chaatwala. We first had aloo tikki. Then we had pani patasha, the taste of water, which was dripping from the sliced finger of sweat-full hand of the person, serving us, it was delicious. We did not leave another moment and next we had tamatar chaat. After so much of spice, we had to have water and we bought a bottle of Bisleri. We continued to have all types of water and food, made in utmost unhygienic conditions, and we sustained.
The worst part was for K, where we even used to sterilize her bottles in US and in Allahabad, were not able to wash properly in that dirty stinking bathroom. I kept her bottles on that floor, where I was not able to step with my slippers on. I think even when I was in B'lore, I was not open to such unhygienic conditions. But this was the epitome. At one moment, M decided, that as soon as we reach US, we are gonna discard the bottles and buy another set, but we had to manage with the same ones in the whole trip, so whats the point of buying new ones when you have already used the dirty ones. Anyway, as discussed later with family members, the condition of rooms, where we stayed, is much better then the ones they stayed last time. Which was a relief for them. The heat wave prevalent in the area at the same time. Heatwave, pollution and natural sunlight. the awesome threesome made the walk @ 12 noon barely bearable. I somehow dared to walk 100 meters in search of packaged milk for K. Result, no milk, but, my face full of dust, nostrils full of pollution, and t-shirt full of sweat. I sware, if you wanted to kill somebody, made him smell me. He would have died by himself. Anyway, thats India, and it just got more polluted and unorganized. Mamu, the thulla, cop at the chowk, stand and smoke, barely lift hands for traffic, but the moment you see a red lighted car passing, he would stand straight and salute. When would these people awake?
Anyway, I think this blog is taking a whole different path. Will end here...

4 comments:

  1. Funny that :D

    Perhaps we should start to introspect the reasons of "Why we are the way we are"!! and instead of writing about it fold up our sleves and getting down to cleaning up what we complain about!!

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  2. I see a lot of negative in this, though in a lighter vein ... Sourabh, we are trying to change it all, in some parts of India we are doing it. You can see the changes here in BLR ... and am sure the rest of India is going the same way, albeit a lil slower. We hope when Kavya visits back as an adult, the cleanliness would hv seeped in in most areas ... but the other chaos u r talking abt it, is what makes India as she is! I hope we will retain that!

    - Vrinda

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  3. Anonymous6:00 PM

    I'm just jealous.

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  4. Anonymous11:38 PM

    Rahul and Vrinda -
    The post was not meant to be a negative or anti India post. I wrote what I thought, and I really appreciate the fact that on the airport there were people wearing a jersey with "NO TIP" written over it. And I know thats just the tip of the ice berg. And above all, from the bottom of my heart, I want to teach poor students who really want to study and not like those students in government school, who go to school to get a day's meal and they pass there class as an add-on.

    Saurabh

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