It has been quite a while since i updated! For the unintiated once again, I went on an expedition to India with National Cadet Corps. Ok, I was lying. I did not go to Bollywood. (or anywhere near it!) I went to this littlest of the little village named Kuruchi in Tiruchirapalli to HELP to build a spartan and simple pre-school. Note the word 'Help' because we, at the very most, contributed only about 30% to the construction. I guess the real takeaway was the experience of life in India which I am going to elaborate in just a instant.
First up on the menu of culture shocks- the airports. The Indian airports are really JUST airports! I know I sound illogical but their airports are really nothing like Singapore's (in a bad way of course). I spy lots of construction going on at their runaways, seriously the conditions of the roads and the runaways are exceedingly similar that I would not be surprised if the aircraft lands on the roads instead. Though that would mean I would not be here being an ambassador of Indian airports. In case you are wondering, Indian airports have at most 1 or 2 shops and their idea of hospitality is not hissing at you. I am mean.
Their traffic rules are really cool because.... there are NONE! Every ride you take plunges you into a realm of near-death experiences. As Captain Gary likes to say, 'your ass is on the line'. So it is like being in a video game every ride and I mean that literally. I remembered the last taxi ride I had in India, there were probably a few times when a blinding light engulfed me and a holy figure reached out its inviting hand. Ok, I was kidding but that is how scary it is.
Ok, the time is up for the first chapter of the trilogy: Chinese Singaporean in Indian India.
Disclaimer: The explicit mention of races is not aligned to any elements of racism. It is absolutely important as you will see in further chapters of my trilogy
