India : people of the wayside (9 images and a shower……eventually )
I’m not very Indian. My passport has three tigers (or a three headed tiger, i can’t remember) on it, i have a tolerance (if not penchant) for spicy food, my skin is fairly tan, and when i sweat there might be a faint scent of curry; but i’m not very Indian (though to be fair, i’m not very anything) . Not to say i reject her; she rejects me. It would be a slight on the her and her offspring to be associated with me. Their urgency, their work ethic, their blunt use of language, and of course their dreaded line; all things that i have no part of and have no part of me. But one thing we do have in common, is the compulsion to fade into the background. With a population of 1.2 billion (give or take a million) it’s not very hard to be a part of the scenery or a spectator. Carrying on with your insignificant existence day after day not drawing attention to yourself until a few people are inconvenienced by your poorly timed/catered funeral. Something i have in common with my people i guess.
Well that and the drink.
And that’s me done with India for now, i’m off to take a shower.