something funny...

I nearly forgot about these episodes, but I thought it might bring some sort of entertainment to you.

Number 1:
We went to this fundraiser dinner the other night for a women that my Mom works with. An organization that is starting in November for children who have been affected by HIV, meaning mostly their parents have HIV, or have passed away from AIDS. Sounds like a wonderful thing. When we arrived at this fancy hotel where the dinner was to be held, there is smoke seeping through the cracks and glass windows everywhere. People are holding scarves over their faces and ducking between the glass doors enshrouded in clouds of thick, creamy white smoke. Just as the performances were going to begin, and the guests arriving, they had let off a huge blast of smoke to ward off the mosquitoes. As we later learned, it may have been the phantom DDT which we are all so familiar with. Great...but kind of an ironic fashion of Indian drama to start off the night right.

Later, we were serenaded by dancing children, and an ear rattling renditions of Lionel Ritchie and Sinatra by some creeper European dad from my mom's school. My dad and I sat awkwardly in the back trying to shield our ears as the music rattled the floor boards. It was weird sitting in a room full of Indians, listening to this weird old white man singing songs that were maybe only familiar to our ears.

Number 2:
Walking home the other day my dad and I were approached by this Indian kid who asked where we were from. My dad, who could talk on and on all day without flinching once, immediately struck up a conversation with him, as I stood to the side wiping the sweat from my face. After about ten minutes of standing to the side of a busy intersection we finally peeled ourselves away from him. My dad had unfortunately told him the neighborhood that we lived in, and not really thinking of it too much we headed on our way.

Well...yesterday after our little train adventure the doorbell rings, and guess who. None other than the scrawny teenager we met on the street. Suffering from a coffee/dehydration headache I ran to the kitchen to avoid contact, not wanting to deal with this weird slash awkward encounter again. I thought it was odd enough for him to show up at our house unannounced, especially when my dad had not told him exactly where we live.

Sooo, thinking it would only be a short conversation, and wondering why the hell he was at our house in the first place, I stayed in kitchen waiting for my coffee to brew. Well, after twenty minutes I realized that this was not ending any time soon, but at this point it was much to late in the game to show my face, after hiding in the kitchen. You can't just pop out and say what's up after that long, right? That's weird. So I was faced with a one of those lose lose situations, where I had nothing to do but wait it out in the sweltering kitchen, with nothing to do but stare out the window and the ticking clock. Geez us. Embarrassed that I was in hiding, for nearly an hour! I had to wait for him to leave...and today he called my dad! WTF. I'm just wondering why he is so intrigued by my 64 year old dad that he intends to be instant BFF with the man. It is also my apprehensive single white female mind that's telling me he has other intentions, but who can really be sure. Trying to shoo my dad away while he was on the phone, of course he hands it over to me and says that this kid wants to talk to me. Good Lord. I was super busy of course and irritated that he could interrupt me while I was doing something as important as reading my book. Nevertheless, I guess I just found it odd that he showed up at our house and has been so persistent in contacting my dad. Not really a normal interaction, at least my standpoint. The other part of me is wondering maybe I am just doomed to never make any friends here because the one 17 year who keeps pestering us, just seems a little creepy.

so...balls.

well I'm definitely done now. hope it was entertaining.

and...if anyone feels so compelled to write me letters/postcards/an SOS message you can kindly do so at this address. :)

B3 Kgeyes Residency, No 1 &2
Kalakshetra Colony, Besant Nagar, Chennai 600 090