Ok, so I’m not posting everyday, since I refuse to comment about the mundane existence of traveling in a cab the same 15 mile stretch to and from work. I will comment however that I did experience my first Indian mall experience yesterday and I can honestly report that my disdain for shopping utopia on the other side of the world matches that to my own corner.It did make me feel a little comfortable in a perverse capitalistic way, but it quickly evaporated. I would like to report that there were unique elements to major chain stores, or Indian replicants, i.e. Foot Locker is now Shoe Zone or something, but alas globalization has painted this corner of the organized shopping world with the same beige tone that exists in Tukwilla, not that I really have a problem with that and to prove it, please view exhibit A.(The pear is for artistic freedom)
I would like to report that my experience has been taken to another level after the adventure that was Elephanta Island, but that would be like saying MCP is a casual comic fan, (p.s. I’ll see what I can do about the Bollywood FC, I was unaware such a thing existed, you better not be f’n with me.)I sit here with the sun coming up watching a “live” showing of the Nets/Cavs game, (forty-something to fifty-something at half) enjoying a nice Kingfisher wondering what the next several days will bring. I have to say, as sad as it sounds I’m actually enjoying my work now more than I have in approximately 16 months, for whatever that’s worth. There’s a level of community and hospitality amongst the residents-of-Mumbai-that-work-at-this-particular-call-center that is warm and welcoming to an outsider from the 935.
That’s all I got until next time.
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