Law, Partially

India can be a frustrating country. What a day. I have a very red face. Doxycycline has, I think, made my skin prone to burning. I foresee me being teased at work tomorrow for being a foreigner – the kind of foreigner who gets burnt skin. An accounting intern from Singapore sits next to me at work. He went out of town this weekend, and he told me if I wanted to go to the caves at Elephanta Island, his girlfriend was going and I could go with her. I sent her a text message asking if she wanted to meet up. I told her she would recognize me at the train station because I would be the only white guy. She said her and her friend would be the only two Chinese girls. I thought, this is an interesting situation: my first time into Mumbai proper, my first time riding the infamous suburban railway (the most densely packed train system in the world, 3000 die a year), all spent with two Singaporean Chinese girls. Jingyi (pronounced like Chingy)(l) Christine (r) We rode the train into the city and ...

I’ve been thinking about becoming a Hindu, or if not a Hindu, just joining a Ganesh worshipping cult. Ganesh appears to be the most popular Hindu god in all of India. Ganesh is Apu Nahasapeemapetilon’s favorite god. He keeps a shrine to Ganesh in the Kwik-E-Mart. When Apu got married, Homer put on an elephant head to impersonate Ganesh. (I think Homer nearly ruined the wedding, falling over stuff with the elephant head covering his eyes). I mainly just like Ganesh because he’s kind of funny and cartoon looking, plus people here love him. My boss has a Ganesh rendering in a frame on his wall in his home's living room. Ganesh, my coworker, has a Ganesh rendering hanging from the wall at his desk. Vinod and my boss both have Ganesh statues on the dashboards of their cars. There’s a Ganesh in the lobby of my office. I saw a Ganesh painted onto the middle of a rickshaw windshield – that has to negatively affect your field of vision, man. And there’s a Ganesh in the elevator of the offic...