Salutations all!
I have various pieces of wisdom that I feel I must share. The first piece of wisdom is that if you are a lover of bananas and enjoy eating them, make sure that you do not put it in your back pack then board a metro in which numerous men, and yes I literally mean men, are squishing against you to fit on the metro. Squishy metros = squishy bananas, which I'm sure you've already guessed = no banana for me. Well I do eat it, but there is nothing quite like a squishy banana.
My second piece of wisdom is that when learning your way around a particular area of town, such as me learning the directions to school and then to home, be careful not to pick landmarks that will disappear suddenly. In fact, believe it or not, memorize street names or stationary buildings. Here is why. If you know anything about me, you will know that I am awful at directions. Simply horrendous at finding my way around. So when traveling to and from on this journey, I have memorized landmarks. For instance, I know that I am on a particular street when I see an electric wire hanging on the corner, which my face almost hits every, single time. I also know that I'm on another particular street when I see a fancy lamp store, because, yes, it is extremely sparkly and eye-catching. My indicator for when I am near school is this gigantic, creepy Santa. It sits in the middle of the park made out of paper mache or something, and its eyes are the most terrifying eyes I have ever seen. It is not a friendly Santa, because its eyes stare into your soul. So Santa does indeed know if you are naughty or nice. However, this creepy Santa has vanished! Either they took it down or someone desperate decided to steal it, but either way, I have lost my landmark. Do not fret, I still found my way since it's just straight down the road, but my point is that make sure you pick landmarks or even street names that will forever be there when learning directions. It could have been deadly. Nothing like being lost in India. Now that's scary.
My third piece of wisdom or perhaps just an observation is the controversy of clothing here in India. Now, when I was shopping and packing for India, I thought to myself, "I should buy pants there for the hot weather which will work well because everyone else will be wearing them." Now, I've never actually cared what anyone thinks of what I wear, but it just seemed to make sense in my head. I bought V-necks for simplicity and convenience and then I decided to buy Indian pants in India since it would be light-weight. Believe me, I have not regretted that decision, but I have ventured into a phenomenon. Indian students don't wear Indian clothing. Everywhere I look, they are wearing jeans or skinny pants or leggings or khaki's, etc. Occasionally, there will be the odd duck that wears Indian pants, but otherwise it's all Western clothing. Also, almost every woman is wearing sweaters or blouses or flowy tops. Most men are wearing button up shirts or printed tee's, which are against the rules, I'm just saying. No woman wears the traditional Indian tops and same for the men. This shocks me because I think that the Indian clothing we've seen is stunning. Sure, western clothes are beautiful, but I don't think they compare with Indian clothing. Also, Indian clothing is less expensive than Western clothing. So I get to school with my V-neck and Indian pants, and not only is everyone staring at me because I'm white, but they are also staring because I'm not fashionable! You see that this is extremely ironic that I'm not fashionable because I'm not wearing Western clothes even though I am a Westerner. I'm still trying to figure this complex out, but trust me, I'm incredibly happy I'm wearing light-weight pants.
My last observation and piece of wisdom is the incredibly new meaning of the song, "Feelin Hot, Hot, Hot". If you've ever heard this song, than you will understand what I'm about to explain. When getting on the metro the other day, I literally was barely standing because there were so many people. Back to back to back there were people standing on the metro, and for some unknown reason, all of the people were males. I could not move because if I did, there would be someone on top of me, basically. Standing in a metro, with little air conditioning, with what I consider to be Spring weather, and a plethora of older men created the theme "Feelin Hot, Hot, Hot". All I could think of was this song and also what it will be like in March. I can't wait. You can count on a blog from me so stay tuned.
With this incredibly wise blog, I will conclude. I'm happy that I was able to share such vital observations for all of you. Mom and dad, these will certainly help you before coming to India. Don't worry, I will teach you everything I know free of charge.
I have various pieces of wisdom that I feel I must share. The first piece of wisdom is that if you are a lover of bananas and enjoy eating them, make sure that you do not put it in your back pack then board a metro in which numerous men, and yes I literally mean men, are squishing against you to fit on the metro. Squishy metros = squishy bananas, which I'm sure you've already guessed = no banana for me. Well I do eat it, but there is nothing quite like a squishy banana.
My second piece of wisdom is that when learning your way around a particular area of town, such as me learning the directions to school and then to home, be careful not to pick landmarks that will disappear suddenly. In fact, believe it or not, memorize street names or stationary buildings. Here is why. If you know anything about me, you will know that I am awful at directions. Simply horrendous at finding my way around. So when traveling to and from on this journey, I have memorized landmarks. For instance, I know that I am on a particular street when I see an electric wire hanging on the corner, which my face almost hits every, single time. I also know that I'm on another particular street when I see a fancy lamp store, because, yes, it is extremely sparkly and eye-catching. My indicator for when I am near school is this gigantic, creepy Santa. It sits in the middle of the park made out of paper mache or something, and its eyes are the most terrifying eyes I have ever seen. It is not a friendly Santa, because its eyes stare into your soul. So Santa does indeed know if you are naughty or nice. However, this creepy Santa has vanished! Either they took it down or someone desperate decided to steal it, but either way, I have lost my landmark. Do not fret, I still found my way since it's just straight down the road, but my point is that make sure you pick landmarks or even street names that will forever be there when learning directions. It could have been deadly. Nothing like being lost in India. Now that's scary.
My third piece of wisdom or perhaps just an observation is the controversy of clothing here in India. Now, when I was shopping and packing for India, I thought to myself, "I should buy pants there for the hot weather which will work well because everyone else will be wearing them." Now, I've never actually cared what anyone thinks of what I wear, but it just seemed to make sense in my head. I bought V-necks for simplicity and convenience and then I decided to buy Indian pants in India since it would be light-weight. Believe me, I have not regretted that decision, but I have ventured into a phenomenon. Indian students don't wear Indian clothing. Everywhere I look, they are wearing jeans or skinny pants or leggings or khaki's, etc. Occasionally, there will be the odd duck that wears Indian pants, but otherwise it's all Western clothing. Also, almost every woman is wearing sweaters or blouses or flowy tops. Most men are wearing button up shirts or printed tee's, which are against the rules, I'm just saying. No woman wears the traditional Indian tops and same for the men. This shocks me because I think that the Indian clothing we've seen is stunning. Sure, western clothes are beautiful, but I don't think they compare with Indian clothing. Also, Indian clothing is less expensive than Western clothing. So I get to school with my V-neck and Indian pants, and not only is everyone staring at me because I'm white, but they are also staring because I'm not fashionable! You see that this is extremely ironic that I'm not fashionable because I'm not wearing Western clothes even though I am a Westerner. I'm still trying to figure this complex out, but trust me, I'm incredibly happy I'm wearing light-weight pants.
My last observation and piece of wisdom is the incredibly new meaning of the song, "Feelin Hot, Hot, Hot". If you've ever heard this song, than you will understand what I'm about to explain. When getting on the metro the other day, I literally was barely standing because there were so many people. Back to back to back there were people standing on the metro, and for some unknown reason, all of the people were males. I could not move because if I did, there would be someone on top of me, basically. Standing in a metro, with little air conditioning, with what I consider to be Spring weather, and a plethora of older men created the theme "Feelin Hot, Hot, Hot". All I could think of was this song and also what it will be like in March. I can't wait. You can count on a blog from me so stay tuned.
With this incredibly wise blog, I will conclude. I'm happy that I was able to share such vital observations for all of you. Mom and dad, these will certainly help you before coming to India. Don't worry, I will teach you everything I know free of charge.
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