It's Been Awhile...

Yeah, yeah, I know. I haven't written in awhile. But I've been doing a lot. Homework, hanging out with friends, more homework, hanging out with the host family. You know, the usual. But it's been a lot of the usual. As my host father so eloquently put it, "She's been up to a lot of things." That was in no way intended to sound as sketchy as I just realized it sounds. Haha. Well, to make up for my absence I shall write a very long post. Now that I've said that, I doubt it will be as long as I intend it to be. But, here 'goes.
The other day, SeoYeun, Brooke, and I decided to go see a movie. We wanted to see the Hindi movie, Hello, which is based on the bestselling novel A Night at the Call Center. So Brooke looked in the newspaper, found out which theatre the movie was playing in and we headed out there. Once there we dodged the sketchy men who looked at us strangely because not many groups of foreign girls come to the movie theatre (or the hall, as they like to call it) never mind any groups of girls. We made our way to the ticket booth, which had a surprisingly short line. The man there looked at us just as strangely, but not as sketchily, as the other men. "Hello?" we asked, "The movie Hello?" "Hindi movie?" was his reply. "Yes, the Hindi movie Hello." So he gave us tickets to what we thought was the Hindi movie Hello. The movie was in an hour or so, so we walked around the area laughing at the many outlandish advertisements and billboards. Then when we returned we found the theatre that was marked on our ticket. And there, was a huge sign advertising the movie that was being played in that theatre. And it wasn't Hello, it was Roadside Romeo. Roadside Romeo was a Hindi movie all right, but it was a Disney movie about a group of Dogs. Yes, Disney has expanded its reach to India, making movies specifically for that audience. We were very confused about why it was not Hello until we realized that this was the "Hindi movie" that the ticket man had spoken of. Hello was not playing that day; we had bought the wrong tickets! So instead of wasting the 40 rupees (less than 1 dollar) that we had spent buying the tickets we went inside to give Roadside Romeo a try. It was a waste of precious minutes of my life that I will never get back. Haha. But pretty much, it was a joke. It was a bunch of dogs talking in Hindi, singing Bollywood songs in Hindi and dancing. Dancing like they do in classic Bollywood movie, with the gyrating hips and the loud facial expressions. It was absolutely ridiculous. We left after ten minutes. I read reviews later saying the second half was better, but... considered how bad the first ten minutes were, I doubt "better" would make up for it. So... that was my first Indian movie theatre experience... hope the next one goes a little better.
For people's birthdays, my host family often likes to go out. So when the birthday of one of our neighbors, and my host sisters "tuition" teacher ("Tuition" is the Indian word for tutoring.) came around, we all went off to the Waltair club for dinner. So I come with them, I'm wearing nicer clothes than the ones I would just hang around the house in, but I have on my flip-flops. Something that would be perfectly acceptable at a place like that in the states, and something I have worn to the Waltair club before. But, for some reason they decided to point out that I was wearing them this time and tell me that I couldn't come in. My host mother came to my rescue and argued that some men had something similar on so why couldn't I. They attempted to argue that the shoes the men were wearing were the same. But then she threw the fact that I was a foreigner, as well as a women, into it and that they were attempting to take advantage of me. It was great. So eventually, they let me in, we called my host mom who was coming a little later and she brought me some real shoes. We made a big show of me changing my shoes though, just to get on their nerves. It was fantastic. XD
Alright, now that I've gotten those two things out of the way. I'm going to talk about something that annoys me. It even annoys the locals here, but it doesn't happen as often to them and they are at least semi used to it. When you are simply sitting somewhere, say it be on the beach, in a park, anywhere. People come up to you and ask you if you want to buy something, ice-cream, a drink, anything. That's perfectly fine in my opinion. Sometimes you may actually want something and you'll be happy they came over. But if you say no to begin with and they keep asking, that is what gets on my nerves. Then, if you're a woman, or a group, and there is at least one guy in the group, the ask him. First, they ask the whole group, everyone says no. Then they continuously ask, "Madam?" But, as they are looking at the guy. The man then has to ask the ladies if they want anything, they tell him no, then he tells the vendor no. It gets highly annoying. "Ice-cream?" "No, thank you." "Madam? Ice-cream? Drink?" "No." "Madam? Madam?" "No!" That is just a shortened version of the normal conversation.
Then, to go along with that theme. The autos. You attempt to cross the street and they follow you. If you stand on the edge of the road, watching the oncoming traffic, kind of peeping out onto the road, at a cross walk, that means you want to cross, not that you want an auto! You can't cross the road if an auto stops in front of you. I have to cross the street to get to this one place that a lot of people hang out. It is conveniently located across from where I live. But this also means, the autos know many foreigners go there. So they hang around, waiting for us to come out so they can snag our ride from the other auto drivers. I personally, don't need an auto. But they think I do. On average, three autos stop for me, just when I'm crossing the street. On right before, one in the middle, (when it is most obvious that I am crossing) and one right when I reach the other side. This isn't counting the ones that beep at me and slow down when I'm simply walking down the sidewalk. It gets very annoying. I can't wait to get back to the taxicabs of the states, the ones you have to flag down, rather than them flagging down you.
As all of you probably know better than me, the US election took place this month. And yes, I watched it. I watched it Wednesday morning though, which was your Tuesday night. I went to my math teachers house, which is right around the corner from mine. I'm so close that he asks me to babysit for him. (Yes, I can even get babysitting jobs in India! Even if they are form Americans...) So I walked down to his house, and a bunch of other people autoed it over and we had pancakes and watched the election. It was nearly noon when Obama finally made his acceptance speech and only three of us students were left. A bunch of the other students when to our APES and econ teacher's house to have lasagna. I didn't know where it was and I take any chance I can get to skip an auto drive, so I stayed with the other two students, my math teacher, my math teacher wife and kids, and my English teacher and his kids, who had come over as well. It was very fun. They canceled school that day so we could watch. So anyway, the next day, all of India knew about Obama's election. It was front page of the newspaper and there was a huge billboard on my bus route saying congratulations. Kids on the bus told me that I had a new president, like I didn't know. It was really interesting to see how much India cared about this election and how much it meant to them. Obviously it means less to them than it does the people of the states. But all of India seemed acutely aware of how much this new US president could affect them as well. I am currently keeping up with the news on Obama, via the Deccan Chronicle, the newspaper my host family gets.
So yeah, that was my long post. Worth the wait? Probably not. But, I did keep to my word and I wrote an uber long post. So be happy with that. Hopefully I shall post a little more reliably now. But I doubt it. Haha.
Much Love,
~ Jenna