May 13, 2013 by brasiersarah
There we were, on the side of the road with heads full of air and tuk tuk drivers in our ears at 6:30 in the morning. These angels pictured above and below picked us up took us to Club House (their pad) sat us down and told us the Bob Marley lived in their house. “What?” we said, so they showed us Bob Marley, smoking, in their own living room and who could argue with the picture. We wet ourselves laughing and that set the tone for the next week we spent with them.
This is Shaky with one of many “acquired” movie promotions. We were lucky enough to see their skills of acquisition displayed another night when they came across a 1.5x3m movie poster. However I thought their skills did not reside in the actual acquiring of the poster, rather in the ability to fit it into the hatchback they owned, a truly impressive sight. All whilst the security guard stood and watched them smuggle out their contraband. Senti enjoying his watermelon to the fullest extent.Lucky and Senti.Determined to show us their lives, they took us to their local, where the beer flowed and musical talent became very apparent, or should I say lack there of. We had the best time here, being so long between beers we made up for every day we didn’t drink. People there were unlucky enough to hear me sing “The moves like Jagger” or our appropriated version just for our old mate Raff “Moves like Dagga”What can I say about India? It’s hard sometimes, it really is, to the point of hilarity and you cant help to feel strongly wether it be good or bad. Getting off a bus at 5 in the morning with valium suppressing your ability to think and three tuk tuk drivers in your face haggling before they even know where you want to go, thats even if you want to go anywhere, it can lead a man to insanity! Do you know that when you spend 20 minutes haggling a price after being told “oh it very very far away” you will jump into the tuk tuk only to be taken for a ride around town because the driver doesn’t know where to go! How the hell does that driver tell you the price you tell him is to expensive if if doesn’t even know where it is? It’s moments like these that you just want some space and in a country of 1.3 billion or more people it really is impossible. I guess what I’m trying to say is it is a place of extremes, and if your not being quoted 5 times the worth of something you are being taken into a home and being treated like a family member. I have walked down a street and been stared at like a piece of shit by someone only to find the next guy giving me a smile that warms the soul. Emotion boils over some days, wether it be good or bad, and once you get used to it you just sit back and smile. Because thats all you can do and that’s what everyone else does and if they didn’t it would be pure chaos, and not the normal everyday Indian chaos, but some serious shit. There you can see what humanity can endure and how lucky you are, how invalid all our complaints are. I am a person that wants to be challenged, I want to see how it really is, the dirt and grime of it all whats real and whats not and thats why I love India because it opens your eyes to all of that.
From Sarah: It’s hard to say if its us who manages to find all these amazing people, or if it’s them that find us. Either way something brought us to cross paths with all of the wonderful individuals we met in this crazy country and in general on our travels. I really loved India, every second, even the shitty parts. It teaches you so much. Everyday life gives you a challenge you can’t refuse. I miss India and as Arnie used to say “I’ll be back”.