Monday Market
Monday is market night in the area where I live. There is a long, wide, street just adjacent to the apartment complex where I live. Vendors of many different goods set their merchandise up along the cobblestone road, laying out their goods on blankets they’ve situated on the ground, or in wooden carts with big wooden wheels that remind me of America’s West. I went to the market with the lady that works for my family. She had to buy vegetables, and I tagged along her—like a child would his mother— as she bought produce. It was amazing how a street that during the daylight hours is lined with dogs, cows, and vagabonds, could suddenly become this fruit and vegetable Mecca. I stayed behind when the lady help went back home; I wanted to explore and see what all goods were here in this market. I noticed that one could find anything and everything at this market. Aside from produce, there was anything from shoes, earrings, plastic Tupperware, and scissors, to mirrors, fingernail polish, and fish (to eat). I wasn’t sure about market etiquette, such as bargaining, so I did not purchase anything for fear of being ripped off. I have since learned that bargaining is appropriate and expected, so I expect to buy lots of stuff next Monday.
Wednesday Mall
Today is India’s Republic Day, which the constitution of India came into place in 1950, replacing the Government of India Act in 1935. As a national holiday, it is actually illegal to work, so nonetheless I did not have school today. Instead, I walked to the mall by my house and did mostly window-shopping with some light purchasing on the side. I found the mall to be a fabulously relaxing experience. The mall played mostly classical music, except for a handful of lyrical songs. Now, one of my friends told me that Indian fashion tends to be about 10 years behind America. I am no expert, but I will say that today, I found the Mall’s music selection, personally, reminiscent of the 90s. The mall played R.Kelly’s I Believe I can Fly, The Backstreet Boys, and Celine Dion’s My Heart Will Go On.
Monday is market night in the area where I live. There is a long, wide, street just adjacent to the apartment complex where I live. Vendors of many different goods set their merchandise up along the cobblestone road, laying out their goods on blankets they’ve situated on the ground, or in wooden carts with big wooden wheels that remind me of America’s West. I went to the market with the lady that works for my family. She had to buy vegetables, and I tagged along her—like a child would his mother— as she bought produce. It was amazing how a street that during the daylight hours is lined with dogs, cows, and vagabonds, could suddenly become this fruit and vegetable Mecca. I stayed behind when the lady help went back home; I wanted to explore and see what all goods were here in this market. I noticed that one could find anything and everything at this market. Aside from produce, there was anything from shoes, earrings, plastic Tupperware, and scissors, to mirrors, fingernail polish, and fish (to eat). I wasn’t sure about market etiquette, such as bargaining, so I did not purchase anything for fear of being ripped off. I have since learned that bargaining is appropriate and expected, so I expect to buy lots of stuff next Monday.
Wednesday Mall
Today is India’s Republic Day, which the constitution of India came into place in 1950, replacing the Government of India Act in 1935. As a national holiday, it is actually illegal to work, so nonetheless I did not have school today. Instead, I walked to the mall by my house and did mostly window-shopping with some light purchasing on the side. I found the mall to be a fabulously relaxing experience. The mall played mostly classical music, except for a handful of lyrical songs. Now, one of my friends told me that Indian fashion tends to be about 10 years behind America. I am no expert, but I will say that today, I found the Mall’s music selection, personally, reminiscent of the 90s. The mall played R.Kelly’s I Believe I can Fly, The Backstreet Boys, and Celine Dion’s My Heart Will Go On.
