Alternatively titled: Sari I'm Not Sari
(Jan. 7) Because we are currently unregistered illegal aliens, we have to fill out an exorbitant amount of paperwork due to Indian bureaucracy. We woke at the crack of dawn (or 7:30...whatever) as per Kakima's request, and joined Erik, Adam, and their host brother for a fun day of frustration. After sorting that out, we went to a "city center" nearby (aka the mall), ate pizza and debated the proper use of condiments.
That evening, we went to "puja" which is Hindi for worship. It was some goddess's feast day or something and our host parents' son's parents-in-law were throwing the celebration. Kakima let us have our pick from her infinite number of saris, so all the gals got dressed up by our housekeeper's daughter (who, coincidentally, is named Puja). Apparently puja consists of eating, because that's really all we did. Well, and bell-ringing and the occasional chant, but we didn't participate in that. The five of us collectively talked about how frustrating Indian food is (especially when no one explains it) because you have absolutely NO idea what it will taste like until you try it, and things look like other things so you may be expecting one thing and get quite another. Ah well, uncertainty (and reciprocity) is the spice of life.
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