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3:00 p.m 15th July, Sat.

Its been a nice rainy day so far..n i'm on to my second post,(i probably didn't think i'd get this far, but then i probably didn't think that i'd end up in Kota) i'm still alien to the way ppl think around here, quite frankly i am kinda disgusted by their perception of women here, its like the men are sex starved, cuz they have pretty much never enjoyed a conversation wid the opposite, so they treat them like sex objects, the key to attaining which lies in earning lots of money through iit, n then goin to their parents and askin for marriage. And i'm talkin bout the teachers too, one of whom while explainin how to deal wid the mental block of not being able to solve difficult questions during an exam , told us how he would relax his mind by having water, " But u can't do that after every question, so i would just sit n look at some attractive objects in the room" , the word he used was 'aakarshaniya padaarth', to which the entire class burst into peals of laughter. Wait. The guys burst into peals of laughter, n their faces remotely emulated Pak prezident Zardari's expression on meeting Sarah Palin(Especially when he uttered his famous words of a leader to the photographer," If u want, i'll hug her again for a pic"...or something to that tune)

It doesn't stop at that. I've seen so many guys n girls walkin around holding hands. Guys holding guys' hands n girls holdin girls' hands. I'm not against homosexuality. Except, i have a feeling its not really that. Its an overtly touchy expression of friendship. Ofcourse, thats just what I think.

Don't get me wrong, i have no intention of bein a high handed snob, n if thats what i'm comin off as, i'll explain what i look like here. I haven't shaved for days, my hair is no longer long or curly, my face has pimples, my clothes are the worst lot from my closet ( heck i dun even wear my jockeys here) and i could basically not be less bothered bout showin off anything to anyone. I'm nice while talkin to everyone, its just that i've seen a very different world. And these differences are as shocking to me as it would be for them to see the Delhi culture. I've just been on the brighter side of the spectrum, so this sounds like condescension. Its not. I see them more as contrasts.

Speaking of these difference, its perfectly normal here to go n sit in an already occupied auto ( as long as the destination is the same)i've already travelled sittin next to the auto driver. Its an 'experience'( i'm tryin to be positive) or to go and dine wid someone you don't know. Yet, ironically, you will be stared at if you engage in a harmless friendly conversation wid the opposite sex ( remember my last post? it talked about the awesomeness of being stared at). The person in reference is noone from here, but a Delhi school friend, who had the same fate as me (Kota). Her response is that she stares back at them til they are out of sight. Its my entertainment in the day. :P

Thats all i have bout 'mada mitras' for today. ( A student who had forgotten about his homework today in class was mockingly asked if he had any 'mada mitra' i.e. female friends) Thanks, i take my leave.

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