The Wedding, Day 1: Mehendi/Sanchak Dhamaka

I know many of you are dying to find out which outfit I wore to the actual wedding, but you will have to wait until Day 2. :)

Liz wrote about our train adventures to Hyderabad and I have nothing further to add to that. (But I recommend you read her description!) We arrived in Hyderabad in the morning on the first day of the wedding festivities. After getting settled in the hotel and relaxing for a couple of hours, we headed over to the groom's relatives' house to for the application of mehendi.

While this process was going on, we socialized with the women from his family while they were preparing gifts to be taken to the bride's house later that night. We were impressed by the clothing, accessories, sweets & snacks that were beautifully displayed and wrapped for the bride's family and guests. After the henna had dried and been washed off, my hands looked like this:

side note: The henna typically lasts around 2-3 weeks after the application. Parts of mine lasted until after I arrived home.

In the evening, we headed over to the bride's house, where we were warmly welcomed and made to feel comfortable by her family. This is a shot of the bride & her parents:

The groom's cousins' also looked out for us during all of the festivities. Here's a shot of Liz & I with one of the cousins:After dinner, the groom was brought in and the bride's family began to tease him by offering him sweets with chilies inside and other small pranks, while his family supported him and encouraged him to refuse their offerings. After that the groom and the bride posed for pictures (separately because they aren't officially married yet!) with all of their guests. Here we are with the groom and his brother:

The party lasted until 2:00 AM! With the sleeplessness of the train ride, the busy events of the day, and the plan of shopping in the morning (I always need more bangles!), Liz and I were quite ready to head back to our hotel and crash for the night!

Chennai

I'm confused as to how I'm supposed to feel being back in Chennai. What role am I supposed to play here? With what lens do I look at Chennai? As someone returning home? As a returning visitor? As a tourist? Before coming, Liz and I talked about how we wanted to be tourists on this trip-to take lots of pictures of things that we had just taken for granted before (whole families perched on the a motorcycle, cows, crowds, colorful scenes, etc.). But I'm not sure if I can totally be a tourist here. I have too much insider knowledge. I think I still have too much cynicism too.

I know I feel more like a tourist this time. I notice people staring at us a lot more than I used to. (Not that it didn't happen then, I think I had just learned to selectively ignore it!) But I also feel strangely connected to this place, or the people in this place. I felt the pull when a job possibility was mentioned to me. I felt the pull when I visited my former workplace and everyone thought I was returning instead of visiting. I felt the pull when listening to my friends talk about their future plans (weddings, babies).

I don't know. Maybe I'll be able to clear my head in a different city as we head off to Hyderabad for our friend's wedding.

On a lighter note, Liz is insisting that I post my fortune from the parrot as well.

I was a bit hesitant to get my fortune told because the last time I had it done, the parrot told me that I was would soon be blessed with a bouncing baby boy, which was not at all a comforting thought.

This time, however, was much better. Like Liz, I was reminded that Jesus is always with me. Then I was told that I'm friendly and gifted, but also moody, unpredictable, and easily angered. Despite that, I will have a successful career. Then he told me that I'm currently wondering if something is going to happen or not. He couldn't see whether it was going to happen or not, but if it did, it would happen in the next 5 weeks.

side note: as of this writing, it has been about 4 weeks since the parrot told my fortune. Thus, if it is going to happen, it has to be this week. Whatever "it" is.

Wow! Things CAN change in a short time in India!

As Liz said, Chennai was the first stop in our multi-city tour. We had a great time relaxing, meeting friends and, of course, shopping. [We have to look fabulously wonderful at the wedding, don't we???? :) ] One of the exciting parts of our roaming about was seeing all of the changes that have happened in Chennai since we left. For one, there are several new flyovers that have been built and/or completed. I was particularly surprised by the one in T. Nagar that wasn't even started when I left Chennai.











Even though the traffic was still heavy through the area, I could see how much the flyover improved the flow.

We were also excited to see the completion of the renovation of Old Mahabalipuram Road-the Tech Corridor. This project was started before we ever arrived in Chennai and often disrupted our travel to & from work when we worked at the Tidal Park office. Before I left, half of the renovation had been completed, but the second half was a dusty, rutted mess. The difference now is amazing!











More surprising, though, was the toll booth right outside of our former company's Perungudi office.


Along with the completion of the Tech Corridor renovation, we learned that the flying train was now running. When we were working at Tidal Park, we used to joke that we would come back to Chennai (for the inaugural trip!) in 10 years and be able to say, "We remember when this was being built. We thought that it would never be completed!" :) We actually planned to ride the train and take pictures for our blogs, but, unfortunately, that plan was derailed.

Preparation for India

I must say that the plane trip to India reminded me of many of the things I found frustrating about India-even starting out in JFK! I guess we shouldn't have been surprised, since we did fly Jet Airways, an Indian airline. (And Liz has vowed to never, ever fly with them again!) When Liz met me in JFK, we stood in line to see if we could change our seats in order to sit together on the onward flight. As we were standing in line, a Jet employee took our passports (with no explanation) to 'verify' them. Apparently everyone's passport needed to be inspected and verified before boarding, but that information wasn't deemed important enough to merit a general announcement-you had to be lucky enough to have the employee choose your passport to verify. When we got to the counter, another employee took our AA boarding passes and printed new Jet Airways boarding passes (again without bothering to explain anything). We found out later that we HAD to get new boarding passes to get on the plane, even though AA is a partner airline to Jet. [side note: the same did not apply upon our return-AA accepted my Jet boarding pass!]

Then, when we began to board the airplane, the ground staff announced that they would be boarding in rows and began to call off rows. Of course the only people who followed these directions were the white people, who remained in their seats while waiting for their rows to be called. The Indians all swarmed en mass, no matter which row they were seated in. I understand the mentality of Indians swarming for things when in India, I guess I just don't understand it when it still happens outside of India. Old habits die hard, I suppose.

The frustration didn't end, however, once we had boarded the plane. When we booked this flight, it was billed as a non-stop flight, with a brief refueling stop in Brussels. We assumed it would be a relatively quick stop and we would remain on the plane. Well, you know what they say about assuming... Upon arrival, everyone had to disembark from the plane. We were a bit concerned since we didn't have a separate boarding pass for Brussels. Then, we were a bit annoyed to find out that we didn't re-board the plane for over an hour. I'm sorry, but anytime you have to get off the plane and wait for more than an hour in the airport constitutes a LAYOVER and does NOT constitute a non-stop flight.

Luckily, the rest of the trip went smoothly. Oh, except for the crew IGNORING us (passing us by with the drink cart several times). And the entertainment system not working (and the crew not believing us that everyone on our side of the plane was having the same problem!) And them only having vegetarian food by the time they did get around to serving us. It was a RELIEF to finally land in Chennai!

I'm not dead yet!

And I hope that's the last Monty Python quote for this blog! :)

I have now returned to the US from India (with my head still attached to my body-for those that were worried). The wedding I attended was much less dramatic and much more enjoyable...but more about that later. As you can see, I greatly overestimated the time that I would have to blog while I was in India. Have no fear, my loyal readers, as I have taken copious notes while there so that I could regale you with a myriad of stories of my travels in India. And for anything I miss, I am sure that Liz will be able to fill in the blanks. :) The good part about doing it this way means that I will be able to include pictures while I'm writing the stories instead of having to go back and add them later. While I was in India, I also discovered that my former co-workers are all reading my blog as well. It was quite a shock to have my former reporting manager show me that if you search Google Images for "Onam wear" the first two pictures are from my blog! :) And again I didn't know quite what to say when I was introduced to a new communication trainer who said, "You're Lori? I read your blog!" :) So now I guess the pressure is really on! (Let's just hope that I don't write ALL of my posts in the sleep-lacking, jet-lag induced state I am in now!) :)

Slumdog Millionaire

I finally was able to see Slumdog Millionaire and I can't rave enough about the movie! I'm so glad that I was able to see it before I left on my trip. If you haven't heard by now, Slumdog Millionaire is the award-winning movie that tells the story of a slumdweller who wins Rs. 1,000,000 on an Indian game show and is immediately imprisoned under suspicion of cheating. The storyline develops as he explains how he actually knew the answers to the questions. And, like in any good Indian movie, there is a love story that goes along with it.


As you may or may not know, Slumdog Millionaire is loosely based on the book Q & A by Vikas Swarup. I want to emphasize the words loosely based on here because other than the rough outline of the story there are few similarities between the book and the movie. I read the book over the summer, and while I was entertained by the premise of the book, I found it a bit lacking in the way it was carried out. The movie, however, seemed to encapsulate the story a bit better.

Now that the movie is being nominated and talked about, it is interesting to see what criticisms are leveled against it. Even before I saw the movie, my eye was caught by a blog post titled Slumdog Millionaire Could Only Have Been Made By A Westerner. In the post, the author claims that only a Westerner could produce a movie that addresses the poverty that such a large part of India's population lives with daily. He levels sharp criticism at Bollywood for ignoring the poor and making only 'flimsy films about the lives of the middle class'. But is that really the issue with Slumdog Millionaire? First of all, director Danny Boyle loves India-he has admitted so and you can see it in practically every scene in Slumdog Millionaire. But, was the purpose of the film to address poverty in India? No, it was the rags-to-riches storyline that moviegoers love. Secondly, Bollywood does make stories that have a certain formula to them, stories that showcase love triumphing over all obstacles. But who do these movies appeal to the most? The same poor that the Bollywood elite is accused of ignoring. Movies in India are especially designed to be a fantasy world, in order to help the viewer escape the realities of their own life. We must remember that the relative cost to see a movie in India (vs. seeing one in the US) makes it an affordable escape for even those slumdwellers shown in Slumdog Millionaire. So, is Bollywood making mindless drivel while ignoring the majority of their countrymen, or are they catering to their largest market?

In my opinion, Slumdog Millionaire is a success because it brings to a Western audience the fantasy of a Bollywood movie in a format that they can appreciate. It will be interesting to see how it will continue to perform in India-whether it will appeal to the masses or merely the more 'Westernized' segment of the country.

Wicked Women of the Raj

Ever since I heard Liz' ringing endorsement of Slumdog Millionaire, I've been trying to see it for myself. I convinced a friend here to go with me last weekend, but, by the time we got to the theater, it was already sold out. We made the best of a bad situation by stopping at Half-Priced Books, where I found this gem: Wicked Women of the Raj by Coralie Younger.




*side note: I bought this at Half-Priced Books, right? Half-Priced Books. For $7.98. When I looked it over more after getting it home, I realized that this particular edition had been bound for sale in India. The price? Rs. 295 (about $6, currently). Ummm....not quite half priced. :)



I was drawn to the book by it's subtitle: European Women Who Broke Society's Rules and Married Indian Princes, and by the questions posed on the back: Who were these women? Were they gold-diggers, or hopeless romantics hoping to enact their own Cinderella fairy-tale? Did they live happily ever after? I especially wanted the answer to the last question-I was hoping that I might be able to use this as a study guide for my upcoming trip!!! :)


The book, however, was not highly encouraging in this respect. Of the 20 stories in the book, only about a quarter of the marriages actually ended happily. Most of the firengi bahus were unable to cope with the consequences of their marriage to their Indian princes. The consequences were often fairly severe, including: ostricization from British society (they often weren't allowed to be recognized by any British official), unacceptance by the zenana (the women of the family) and the prince's subjects, continual infidelity by the prince, and being forced to give up a Western lifestyle-not quite the fairy tale life that most people imagine.



Even though it didn't encourage me to find a rich Indian prince during my trip, I still enjoyed reading the stories in the book. The author, an avowed Indiaphile, took care to include details that helps the reader really envision the lives that these women led. I highly recommend it to those who want a different view of life in India during the British Raj.

Congratulations, Ratika!

Like Liz, I want to add my congratulations to Ratika for her write up in the Hindu's Metro Plus Chennai! Ratika designed and created most of the jewelry that I brought back from India. Even in the US, every time I wear something that I purchased from her, I receive tons of compliments from both friends and strangers. I am greatly looking forward to adding to my collection when we visit her in Chennai on this trip.

The Pirates from Uttar Pradesh

Now that I'm blogging again, I want to bring attention to a story that, even though is a little old, most probably got lost amid the breaking news of the Mumbai attacks: Novice pitchers from India sign with the Pirates. I admit upon hearing this back in November, my thoughts initially were along the lines of "how hard up are the Pirates that they have to go to a country that doesn't even play baseball to recruit players?" (For those of you that aren't baseball fans, the Pirates finished their 16th consecutive losing season, so it might not be that strange of a question to ask.) However, since I was asked about it recently, I decided to do a little research into the story. No wonder Americans are interested in this story-it's the ultimate rags-to-riches storyline! These two guys from small villages in Uttar Pradesh enter a contest to see if there are any Indians out there that can throw a baseball over 90 mph. The contest was sponsored by a baseball scout trying to determine if India could be the next untapped source for new baseball talent. (Think Roberto Clemente from Latin America.) These two guys - the articles seem split on whether they were bowlers from cricket or javelin throwers before - made the finals and impressed the scout enough to bring them for training in the US. They worked on their training and conditioning well enough to be signed by the Pirates in November.

Most articles I read state that it is unlikely that we will see either Rinku or Dinesh make it to the mound in a major league game any time soon, but the fact that they are the first Indians to be signed by a professional sports team in America, along with the recent successes of a few notable Indian-Americans, such as Bobby Jindal, Kal Penn, Dr. Sanjay Gupta, & Paul Varghese, may help begin to dispel the stereotype of the Kwik-E-Mart Indian with the thick accent. Then again, maybe not.

In any case, be sure to check out Rinku & Dinesh's blog to see how they are adjusting to their training schedule and to the US as a whole! (I'm waiting to see what they think of playing baseball in the cooler months up north!)

An Indian Fashion Show

Now that I've got to go back for a wedding, of course the big question is: what do I wear? Liz and I have been informed that there are 3 days of functions for us to attend-which means 3 separate outfits! Of course we have planned for a lot of time for shopping but what with all the accessories needed, I'm trying to decided if I already have anything that is appropriate. I decided to have my own little fashion show to see what I had that would do (Plus I was extremely curious to see whether I would be able to tie a saree still!) and I have decided to put it up for public opinion to see what I should wear. Here we go:

First the salwars...

Then the sarees...

And last, but not least, a gaghara:

A Return To India

One always begins to forgive a place as soon as it's left behind

-Paul Theroux, The Great Railway Bazaar, quoting Little Dorrit

After almost a year's absence from blogging and a little more than a year's absence from India, it is now time to stage a return to both. I had intentions of keeping my blog active after my return, but it seems that every time I thought about posting something, I had to struggle to keep the sarcasm and bitterness to a minimum. In short, I had issues with India that needed dealt with. So, I have spent the past year letting my emotions about India run their course. I can't promise that I'm completely 'better' but I feel more ready to talk rationally about India once again.

This is good because I now have good reason to return to India and thus start blogging again: my friend Z's wedding! Z was a fellow trainer at my company who introduced us to the wonder of homemade Hyderabadi biriyani every Eid (as well as a few other times during the year!) Thus, it wasn't hard for me to promise him that I would come back for his wedding. When, in late 2008, he told me that the date was quickly approaching, Liz and I eagerly began to make plans for a trip back to India.

Now, with the trip less than a month away, I can't wait to return to India and maybe (hopefully?) fall in love with it once again-or, at the very least, make peace with the country that held my heart and my imagination for so long...

A reason to go back??? Chennai's first McDonald's!

I almost thought this was an April Fool's prank..




Burger sold for Rs.400,000* at McDonald's Chennai
Posted April 1st, 2008 by Mudassir Rizwan

Economy
By IANS

Chennai : A vegetable burger, that ordinarily is priced at Rs.42, was sold for a whopping Rs.400,000 at McDonald's first Chennai outlet Tuesday.

Kick-starting its first outlet at Ascendas IT Park, McDonald's auctioned its first burger and donated the proceeds to the Banyan, a city-based NGO.

The successful bidder was Shiva Kumaar P.R., managing director of Saravana Bhavan Holdings LLC.

"The opening of the restaurant in Chennai is in line with our expansion plans in southern India," Amit Jatia, managing director of Hardcastle Restaurants Pvt Ltd, told the media.

The Mumbai-based Hardcastle, which is operating in southern and western parts of India, is a 50:50 joint venture between McDonald's and the Jatia family.


The company has set up 56 McDonald's outlets in the two regions and has plans to increase the numbers.

"We will be opening around 30 restaurants in these two regions in two years time with each outlet involving around Rs.30 million outlay excluding lease rental," Jatia added.

In the south, the company is looking at Bangalore, Chennai and Hyderabad for expansion apart from other towns like Coimbatore.

Declining to give the average amount per bill Jatia added, "The average turnaround time per table is around 30 minutes. We serve around 4,000 to 6,000 customers per day."

According to him, part of McDonald's success in India is attributed to its ability to build an efficient supply chain and to respect for Indian customs and culture.

"We source fresh lettuce from Pune, Delhi, Nainital and Ooty, Cheese from Dynamix Dairies, Maharashtra, fresh buns from Bector Foods and others," he added.

Each outlet has just three days stock of food articles and there are no central commissaries.



*Rs. 400,000 is approximately $10,000 USD


Now those of you not in India please note this line: The average turnaround time per table is around 30 minutes. 30 MINUTES!!! Imagine, just for a second, how long McDonald's would stay in business in the US if the average turnaround time per table here was 30 minutes. Think about the fact that people wait, at some points, over half an hour to eat at McDonald's. Do not ever doubt the power of a brand image worldwide.

Doing Business In India

I was reading blogs today and this one (for obvious reasons) caught my attention: Tips on Doing Business in India

Of course I investigated further and looked at PMA's whole list of recommendations for doing business in the Indian market. My favorite was this one: You should try to arrive on time for meetings. Indians are impressed with punctuality. I find 'impressed' an odd word choice here. No Indians that I really knew were impressed by punctuality. In fact, I always got the feeling that it was more of an inconvenience to the person when you showed up exactly on time. What this statement doesn't (and should) go on to say is: Of course, they won't be ready on time for you. Be prepared to sit and wait for the person. The more important the person you are meeting with, the longer you may have to wait.

Overall, though, I was impressed by the way they presented the differences in positive light. Consider, Since they do not like to give negative answers, Indians may give an affirmative answer but be deliberately vague about any specific details. This will require you to look for non-verbal cues, such as a reluctance to commit to an actual time for a meeting or an enthusiastic response. where most people would have said, Indians can't give you a straight answer! They tell you that things will be accomplished, but then they don't follow through!

One thing I'm surprised they didn't mention was getting used to the Indian head-bobble (though maybe that doesn't come into play as much in business negotiations). A search on Google will turn up scores of Westerners utterly confused by or trying to explain the mystery of the movement. Here is an example of it (the exaggerate raised eyebrows are an important feature!)and here it is in practice (the websiteI got this from later said they found out it wasn't actually piracy-The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari actually sells for Rs. 175 there).

The Indian head bobble is something I wish I had written about it earlier (as in while I was still there), but I guess it is just something I picked up along the way. I didn't even really notice until friends pointed it out. Upon reflection, I really think learning it and learning which situations to use it in is an important step to adjusting to Indian culture.

Goodbyes

Several friends have recently pointed out that I have not really explained here what was going on in my life, so I will attempt to remedy that in the next few days. I'm not sure why I delayed these postings (I've definately had plenty of time!); in some ways, I think that I might not have been ready to pull out some of these memories and think about everything that happened...

At the end of October, I put my papers down (that's resigned to those of you in the US) and prepared to leave India (for good?). I spent a couple of weeks wrapping up things in Chennai (it's amazing how much stuff you can accumulate in 2 years!) and flew back to the US a little before Thanksgiving. Since then I have been staying with my parents while looking for a job back here in the good ole' US of A.

Anyway, I'm sure I will share more about that with you later, but for now, I thought I would leave you with a few pictures of the people I said goodbye to in Chennai...


My team of communication trainers

Crystal & Zach

Vijaya & Narayan...who got married after I left...Congratulations you 2!







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My supervisor/call back team-

I managed to go 2.5 years in India without getting cake

smeared all over my face (a common occurance on birthdays

and other occasions in India) UNTIL this group stepped in-thanks, guys!

Anita & Family. Anita was my friend, advisor, co-worker, co-conspirator, co-sufferer...and a lot more besides! She taught me everything I know about being a trainer on the production floor! I owe her a ton!

Maybe I wasn't quite as effective as I thought...

[chatting online with a former trainee today]

Trainee: Why did you leave the company?

Me: I was sick and tired of dealing with the unorganized crap that you have to deal with there.

Trainee: How are you now? Take care of your helath-that is more important.

Merry Christmas!

Now that I'm home spending Christmas with my family, I look back and truly appreciate the friends who have been there to celebrate with me in recent years.

Maybe it was in Kerala?*

An American decided to write a book about famous churches around the World.

So he bought a plane ticket and took a trip to China.

On his first day he was inside a church taking photographs when he noticed a golden telephone mounted on the wall with a sign that read"$10,000 per call".

The American, being intrigued, asked a priest who was strolling by what the telephone was used for.

The priest replied that it was a direct line to heaven and that for $10,000 you could talk to God.

The American thanked the priest and went along his way.

Next stop was in Japan. There, at a very large cathedral, he saw the same golden telephone with the same sign under it.

He wondered if this was the same kind of telephone he saw in China and he asked a nearby nun what its purpose was.

She told him that it was a direct line to heaven and that for $10,000 He could talk to God.

"O.K., thank you," said the American.

He then traveled to Pakistan, Sri Lanka, Russia, Germany and France .

In every church he saw the same golden telephone with the same "$10,000 per call" sign under it. The American, upon leaving Vermont decided to travel to up to India to see if Indians had the same phone.

He arrived in India, and again, in the first church he entered, there was the same golden telephone, but this time the sign under it read "One Rupee per call."

The American was surprised so he asked the priest about the sign. "Father, I've traveled all over World and I've seen this same golden telephone in many churches. I'm told that it is a direct line to Heaven, but in the US the price was $10,000 per call.

Why is it so cheap here?"

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The priest smiled and answered, "You're in India now, Son - it's a Local Call. This is the only heaven on the Earth."

*Kerala's tagline is "God's Own Country"

Goa Story #2

I imagine everyone has been waiting with bated breath for the second Goa story. :)

As Liz said, there were plenty of things to get irritated about, but somehow we always managed to pull through by adding some humor to the situation. One of the more frustrating things for me happened on the evening boat cruise we took on our 1/2 day of sight-seeing. It's such great fun to be followed around the boat by a 15-year-old who, despite his lack of English, tries to hit on you. [And trust me, his English was bad: when he wanted to ask Liz a question about whether she had been to Kerala (where he was from), he faced her and asked, "And has she been to Goa?" (apparently, he didn't pay attention to that all important Pronoun lesson!) But, my favorite was when he asked me, "How is better? Kerala or Goa?" (And Malayalis pride themselves on their educational standards and their grasp of English!) :) ]

Luckily, Liz, in her uber-sneakiness, was able to snap a picture to remind us of it:

Unfortunately, by this point, he had changed out of his matching shorts (that were worn over his pants!) that prompted us to nickname him SuperBoy*!

*Many thanks to Mr. Texas, another tourist who helped us nickname as well as avoid SuperBoy!

Thanksgiving

Last year: this


This year: MMMMM!

Happy Thanksgiving!

On the way to Goa

Liz has certainly beat me in writing about our trip to Goa (if you haven't read it, you should go here, here, here, here and here!)* She's done such a good job of describing everything that I thought it would be redundant for me to repeat the same details. Instead, I thought that I would describe two smaller incidents of our trip.

Some time ago, you may remember, Reader's Digest conducted a (arguably unscientific) survey to determine the most polite cities in the world. As you may also recall, Mumbai ranked the lowest of the 36 cities on the list. After the experience we had at the Baskin Robbins counter in the Mumbai airport, I can see where they may have earned this reputation. Liz and I had a long layover in Mumbai, and so we decided to treat ourselves to Baskin Robbins while waiting. No one was at the counter, so we spent a little time debating over which chocolate flavors to choose. Liz even tasted a couple of flavors to help her narrow down the choices. As she starts to order, this older woman pushes her way between Liz and the counter. (Note: Liz was standing at a normal ordering distance between the counter, leaving room for maybe a small child to fit between her and the counter. Not really room enough for a middle-aged, stout woman to fit through.) Liz, somewhat graciously, allowed the woman room enough to look at the flavors; then, the woman, taking advantage of this**, starts giving orders to the guy behind the counter (who is still working on Liz' order and has not yet taken mine.) When he finished Liz' order, she butt in again, even though she still didn't know what she wanted. Then, another guy comes in, with money in hand***, giving his orders. I, of course, stepped in and placed my order. The guy behind the counter starts filling my order and the woman starts complaining. The guy behind the counter explains that I had been waiting. Then, the woman's husband chimes in, saying that they have a plane to catch. (Don't we all? It's kind of a pre-requisite for being in the airport these days!) Anyway, he continued scooping, I got my ice cream, but the whole incident left a bad taste in my mouth.

And now that I have been running on for longer than I thought, I will end here and write about the second incident later. Stay tuned!

*and if you want to read about our massive shopping experience, go here. She is not lying-it was seriously a full 8+ hours of shopping each day! I never thought I could be a full-time shopper! [My mother is probably fainting right now imagining it.]

**I'm not sure if I've talked about the lack of a queue mentality in Indians before, but here it went beyond that. I mean, I've been in India for 2.5 years now, I've learned how to adapt. This was way beyond normal levels-this was rude!!!

***this is typical jumping queue behavior-get the money out, flash it before the counter attendant in the hopes that he'll take you first because you are ready.