I remember the first time I heard the name Lady Gaga, around a year into my stint in America, I assumed she was a really popular porn star.
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I need to get out of India. Free money, anyone? Technically, the whole world is open to me ... but that doesn't make it easier. The difference between having no choices, and so many choices that you freeze up completely.
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It takes effort to be courteous. A sad truth that most people probably never consciously appreciate because it's a function of culture.
You can't expect people to stop pissing on the streets when there's maybe one publicly available toilet for every 50 people. (this is my conservative estimate, and could possibly be an exaggeration) Even if, somehow, magically, toilets were to appear - I doubt many people (read: men) would use them, just for the sake of being contrary. Indians are fucking stubborn.
You can't expect people to make way and show consideration for others on the roads and sidewalks when there's barely enough place for one person at a time. No one's going to stay comfortably in a queue and board a bus in an orderly fashion, because that would be foolish in the extreme! Everyone else would be first and I wouldn't! Can't have that, boss.
This country depresses me ... but then, so does the rest of the world. I hate politics, have I mentioned that? I feel like I've mentioned that. If not on this blog, then for sure in person.
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Songwriting is hard - and made harder, in a way, paradoxically, by my musical training (classical training does not a jazz musician make). A poor working memory doesn't help much either.
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I need to get out of India. Free money, anyone? Technically, the whole world is open to me ... but that doesn't make it easier. The difference between having no choices, and so many choices that you freeze up completely.
************
It takes effort to be courteous. A sad truth that most people probably never consciously appreciate because it's a function of culture.
You can't expect people to stop pissing on the streets when there's maybe one publicly available toilet for every 50 people. (this is my conservative estimate, and could possibly be an exaggeration) Even if, somehow, magically, toilets were to appear - I doubt many people (read: men) would use them, just for the sake of being contrary. Indians are fucking stubborn.
You can't expect people to make way and show consideration for others on the roads and sidewalks when there's barely enough place for one person at a time. No one's going to stay comfortably in a queue and board a bus in an orderly fashion, because that would be foolish in the extreme! Everyone else would be first and I wouldn't! Can't have that, boss.
This country depresses me ... but then, so does the rest of the world. I hate politics, have I mentioned that? I feel like I've mentioned that. If not on this blog, then for sure in person.
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Songwriting is hard - and made harder, in a way, paradoxically, by my musical training (classical training does not a jazz musician make). A poor working memory doesn't help much either.
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