Bombay things (possibly India things) that are on my mind right now.
- Papayas with no seeds! Seriously, what’s with the seedless papayas Bombay? Freaky!
- What’s with the walking into heavy traffic and putting your hand up, like you’re a traffic cop, so you can stop traffic and cross? What’s up with that actually WORKING?
- How is star anise SO freaking expensive?
- What’s with the skinny jeans in all this heat?
- Morphing into a quasi bargain hunter who will traipse into the next town to find a cheaper kilo of cucumbers.
So, as of right now, we have a completely furnished kitchen. Our building shockingly lacks a gas line and so we had to go it the old red cylinder route. We decided on a three burner stove top, got a fridge, washer and dryer. That covers our food and clothes, and of course, we now have the most important thing, the cable hooked up. I’ve been watching almost old Hindi movies and have been in a frenzied downloading streak. Thanks Pavani! Papuyaar has been a life saver!
I had traveled to Vile Parle (quite close to where we live) and ordered curtains for our living room and bedroom. Unfortunately, what will be now referred by me henceforth as the great curtain tragedy of 2012, I ordered them too short. I eyeballed it and of course, was way off. Nitin didn’t wig out and so we’re going to add some contrasting color fabric and pretend our original intention was to have color blocked curtains. That covers two rooms….the other two, we can wait on. Our furniture is finally going to arrive in Bombay tomorrow! BUT, all the unloading, blah blah, customs, blah blah blah will take two more weeks. I hope that we do get our stuff the second week of August as promised. Otherwise I am going to crawl into the little storage space in the guest room and rock myself back and forth. As nice as this place is, I really miss my stuff and am growing tired of looking constantly like a behenji with my salwar kameez uniform.
Speaking of which, I finally found the harem pants I have been searching for. They are available in abundant supply in department stores and in little mom and pop establishments. I’m bored to tears of going to the malls. This is especially true on the weekends. I suppose during the unpredictable rainy season, the malls are a good refuge, I just can’t stand the crowds. Again, this is probably the wrongest city to be in if you can’t abide crowds. So, ok, it’s not crowds I can’t stand, it’s confined crowds. Also, buying stuff is such a challenge. I decided to buy two pairs of those harem pants that I’ve been coveting and went and stood in line. I was super happy that the line was only two people in. I thought I would be done quickly. After defending my spot by telling other’s who tried to cut in line that there was only one freaking line, and after standing for nearly half an hour, I realized why the line was moving so slowly. The cashier had to walk every credit card transaction to another FAR corner of the store to run it. EVERY time. Why? Why? I don’t understand?