Memoirs of a Girl in Mumbai

 

 

 

Things I Will Never Understand About Indians

Monday, August 14, 2006

  1. There is a row of market behind our hotel. It is just like the pasar malams in Singapore. Most of the stalls are makeshift. Yesterday, me and Winnie stopped in front of a stall selling accessories, looking to see if there was anything we liked. The very helpful shopkeeper came and stood in front of us and asked us if we wanted anything. There we were trying to look at his products and he stands in the way. How do we see if we wanted anything?
  2. In a crowded lift, someone comes in and sees her friend right inside. She squeezes past everyone just to stand with her friend and talk to her. Can't she wait till they reach their office? They've got the whole day to talk after that.
  3. There are birthday celebrations in the office almost everyday. They can splurge on a cake instead of celebrating all the birthdays once a month or something. Yet, they stinge on our accommodation and transportation. They also have so much time to stand around and yet they can't submit their work on time.
  4. I wonder what soon, ten minutes, doing now or do it now means to them.

sotsh @ 2:51 PM | 0 comments