So my roommate is Annabelle, a cool ironic Chinese girl. She came first for 3 days and then left to live in an orphanage where she works, but two days later she called me and said, I can't stay here, can I come back, I sleep with cockroaches and lizzards and haven't had a shower since left from Egmore. She is good fun! Yesterday she got me a lil scared though. So I come out of the bathroom and she was there sitting on her bed and looking like this:
Yes, she bleaches her skin. And I am desperately trying to get a tan :D
Another thing - when Annabelle arrived and started to make her bed, she pulled out from her suitcase a plastic table cloth and spread it on her bed (to serve as a bedsheet). When I looked with confusion and amazement, she said "Its lightweight, hygienic and practical" :D :D Few days later she bought real sheets :D
Then my other flatmate is Angela, also very cool and in the same time warm hearted. She is from Kenya and has actually been already on one internship in Chennai, but since she found big love, so she is back! Again yesterday when I came out of the shower (they were surprising me so much yesterday...) and walked into the living room, there she was sitting here just like... drinking cognac and having eagle sitting on her forehed. Just like that. Chill. Thats AFRICA, man!
By the way "Mambo" means "Wazaaap?" and "Jambo" is "Hello!" in Sheng (one of the languages of Kenya). So I've been using these words totally out of their meaning :D
Other cultural differences
On the street and in other public space its typical to burp, fart and scratch your balls (especially men, women lil bit less), they do the last all the time actually. I have heard a theory that by touching their genital area men reinforce their manlyhood. Like do you see what I have? Uncounciously of course. :D or who knows.
All men have mustache, they say you are not a man if you don't have. Their very own pride....
Yesterday was the national day of India, their constitution is now 61 years old, largest democracy in the world. Locals say that the politicians are pretty much mafia and billions and billions of rupees of black money in on their Swiss bank accounts. Well.. I wore also proudly a lil Indian flag on my chest :)
Work talk
Yesterday I kinda started teaching. We're going to Bangalore this weekend with the kids and they are taking part of the national robotics competition (winner will fly to Atlanta to compete in the international one) and my job was to give them a team building excersise. It was cool, the lil ones were just so incredibly enthusiastic and for the older ones were also easy to handle. Guess it was beginners luck. They call me "Eva Madam". Hrr... I don't like the business language here, everyone are all the time sirs and madams. Eva Madam, Vinod Sir... uff sometimes I feel that I should also start talking like that, but well, not. I just can't get it out of my mouth, for me.. name is enough, no need for titles, I guess the difference is that I don't come from caste society.
Yes, she bleaches her skin. And I am desperately trying to get a tan :D
Another thing - when Annabelle arrived and started to make her bed, she pulled out from her suitcase a plastic table cloth and spread it on her bed (to serve as a bedsheet). When I looked with confusion and amazement, she said "Its lightweight, hygienic and practical" :D :D Few days later she bought real sheets :D
Then my other flatmate is Angela, also very cool and in the same time warm hearted. She is from Kenya and has actually been already on one internship in Chennai, but since she found big love, so she is back! Again yesterday when I came out of the shower (they were surprising me so much yesterday...) and walked into the living room, there she was sitting here just like... drinking cognac and having eagle sitting on her forehed. Just like that. Chill. Thats AFRICA, man!
By the way "Mambo" means "Wazaaap?" and "Jambo" is "Hello!" in Sheng (one of the languages of Kenya). So I've been using these words totally out of their meaning :D
Other cultural differences
On the street and in other public space its typical to burp, fart and scratch your balls (especially men, women lil bit less), they do the last all the time actually. I have heard a theory that by touching their genital area men reinforce their manlyhood. Like do you see what I have? Uncounciously of course. :D or who knows.
All men have mustache, they say you are not a man if you don't have. Their very own pride....
Yesterday was the national day of India, their constitution is now 61 years old, largest democracy in the world. Locals say that the politicians are pretty much mafia and billions and billions of rupees of black money in on their Swiss bank accounts. Well.. I wore also proudly a lil Indian flag on my chest :)
Work talk
Yesterday I kinda started teaching. We're going to Bangalore this weekend with the kids and they are taking part of the national robotics competition (winner will fly to Atlanta to compete in the international one) and my job was to give them a team building excersise. It was cool, the lil ones were just so incredibly enthusiastic and for the older ones were also easy to handle. Guess it was beginners luck. They call me "Eva Madam". Hrr... I don't like the business language here, everyone are all the time sirs and madams. Eva Madam, Vinod Sir... uff sometimes I feel that I should also start talking like that, but well, not. I just can't get it out of my mouth, for me.. name is enough, no need for titles, I guess the difference is that I don't come from caste society.
:) Jambo!! and also Mambo?? !! :D
ReplyDeleteEvita, ma sain ise väikese kultuurišoki kui neid pilte vaatasin!!!!! Tubli oled- ja tore, et sul lahedad toakaaslased on!
Ehehehhe- minu meelest on Madam ius, kuigi ise eelistan Missi.
ReplyDeleteKui Indiast tagasi tulime, yltesin kõikidel poemüüjatele Helsinkis ka 'Thank you, Madam!' ja neile see väga meeldis!