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06/28/2013

Blowing fuses

Here is what happens when four Westerners live in an apartment planned for eight Indians: we blow fuses! Literally... Although the word is weak. The fuses did not only blow, the whole box exploded. I have to confess a heater was on as well as an AC, two magnetic plates and the washing-machine...

I quietly finished my shower in the dark (it was a Friday evening of May, at around 8 PM) and sent one of my Westerners to talk to the watchman and ask about the fuses (because the box is not in the apartment, curiously). Except that I am the "goddess" of the watchman: he refused to do anything without speaking to me! At least this is what I understand when my Westerner came back up with zero information. But actually no. The good chap had explained to my friend that 1. He had finished his shift, 2. We had to wait till tomorrow. And my friend had not understood anything!

 

This led to a heated discussion in Hindi (I had no idea I had such resources!) where, in brief, I yelled at him that I didn't care he had finished his shift, that he could be sure I was not to spend a night without electricity (it was more than forty degrees), that I didn’t believe his story of strike of the stores and that he was going to move his ass faster than this, non mais oh!


Here I have to say that 1. I yelled but it was for the form, deep down I was laughing and he could see it (even though he didn’t know really on which foot dance!) since he replied that I had well managed to get my car battery fixed on my own so I could do the same for my electricity!

And 2. I am well aware that this kid sleeps most of the time on the floor of the building ground so that it was very bourgeois and selfish of me to demand that he helped with my fuses but at some point we each have to deal with our own shit (I hope you will forgive my French but I am just trying to be honest ;) )...

 

And then...

 

(To be continued!)

06/24/2013

A samurai is not afraid of being ridiculous...

 If anything yoga is providing me with a lot of stories…. 

First I may remind you that initially, I am not into yoga – and that’s the least to say. But with the rains and my laziness to go to a gym, the options are limited. In addition this teacher is good (despite her non-negligible overweight which kinda startles me). And in this time of turmoil any form of exercise and relaxation is welcome. 

 

So… This time the teacher made us take a bit weird position, half-crab half-frog. Head on hands, knees spread on the ground and ass in the air. And there, believe me or not, she clicks a picture!! 

 

And the worst part is that searching for a photo to show this unlikely position I couldn’t find any! The treacherous woman had invented the most ridiculous position and took a photo of me doing it!! In the end it gives something like this:

 

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06/20/2013

Yogic workaholic??

You know you have been living in India for a very long time when... 

You insist your colleague organise yoga classes in the office.  

 

You go to the yoga class on a Friday evening – not just any Friday, it is a closing day (for my sales). But you go anyway because you need to do a little exercise and to relax: in the past two days, despite the jet lag and a huge work load inherited from a week of business travelling in Europe, you have had to spend 8 hours in the car to encourage your teams in the warehouse located in the freaking suburbs.  

But today is a closing day and you have a professional conscience so you keep your blackberry within reach. 

 

So you know that you have been living for a very long time in India when at 7 pm on a Friday evening you are on all fours on your office floor (in the "cow" position for yogics), the phone stuck to your ear and you negotiate a last minute promotion (and this slightly edgy bargaining continues in other exotic positions...).

 

 

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