[	Current Location	|	Rohini East, New Delhi	]
[	Measurable Affective State	|	tired	]
[	Artistic Form Of Auditory Communication	|	some shanai melody	]

Alrighty.  So I've been in India for the past few weeks for my cousin's big crazy Indian wedding and now this trip is nearing its end.  And other than making lists of what I miss back in Canada, I've also done a hell of a lot of other stuff.

Suffice to say that these have been the slowest three weeks ever.  It's felt like months, and everyday, at some point, I really wished that I was flying back sooner.  But now I AM flying back... pretty soon.  So I figured it's about time to reflect upon this fortnight and a half.

Going around the country was boring.  India's full of history and culture, and that's all well and good if that's your thing.... but I've discovered it's definitely NOT my thing.  I've seen a lot of forts and palaces... tombs and crypts and yeah... according to my dad, my mentality is, "seen one, seem 'em all".  *shrug* All I know is that I was uninterested.  The one thing that I looked forward to during every journey was the car ride there, cuz that meant endless hours of chilling out, listening to tunes in an air conditioned car.  'Cept for the time when my iPod died... that just sucked.

There were two things that I really wanted to see in India: the Taj Mahal and the Himalayas.  Regrettably, I didn't get a chance to see the biggest mountains in the whole fucking world, but I did see the Taj in Agra.  It was AMAZING.  Simply. Incredible.  And HUGE.  I really can't even describe how awesome it was, and I'm glad we got a guide to show us around.  He said that he was fluent in English and French... I didn't get a chance to test him on his French, and his English was... well... decent.  Another city I went to was Jaipur, where the actual wedding took place.  We stayed in a three star for a few nights, so that was a really nice change as far as my materialistic adjustments were concerned... [Yeah... I've discovered that I'm pretty materialistic, and although most people in the Western World are, coming to a place like India really opens your eyes about it and makes you hate yourself for it.  According to my brother, you forget about it once you get back, and I suppose I will.]

The wedding itself was boring... I was tired and I was falling asleep.  But those are just excuses.  Truth be told, those events are mingling affairs, and I'm clearly not a mingler.  Not with those people, anyways.

I can say with full certainty that a couple of things I absolutely HATED about this trip was the language barrier and everyone's apparent need for me to change. My dad told me that a lot of people spoke English fluently here, and that's really not true.  Most people talked to me in Hindi, and even though I understand it and can speak a bit of it, it's really too much of a hassle for me to converse in any language but English, or French, or Franglais.And on top of that, people left and right are telling me to act a certain way, do certain things that are way off of my normal behavioural patterns and, logically, for which I could find no reason for me to do them.  And if they weren't telling me to do it, they were questioning why I wasn't.  So yeah, that sucked.

Wow... I didn't mean to type this much. 

I'm getting tired now so I'll wrap it up:  It was worth it cuz of the perspective; Stuff is cheap here but not cheaper than eBay.  Even if it is cheaper than eBay it's not worth coming here for cuz it's dirty here.  Really dirty.  Too dirty for me to come back.  Though I'm gonna have to at some point.  But hopefully it won't be for this long.

My head hurts.  Later days.