Basic Needs and Common Sense

Long story short, I’m in India… and what I like the most of being here is the fact that it makes you constantly remember that there ain’t needs such as basic ones, nor sense such as common. The simple things that you take for granted can become the most complicated ones.

Short story long… a couple of weeks back when I arrived at the guesthouse in Mumbai the first thing I noticed was that there was no toilet paper in the bathroom. So I asked the housekeeper is if there was any stored somewhere, he said no. Are there any napkins?… “no sir”….  challenging scenario!

Raju, the housekeeper, speaks no English and I speak no Hindi. So many times down here you feel better off trying to avoid confusions and rather finding your own way out for some adventure, while you have the patience to. However he did suggested to look at the pharmacy in the neighborhood behind our building. So off I go…

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Barber shop, right in the middle of the street. How convenient…

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Poultry, it won’t getting any fresher than this…

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The contrasting colors that characterize India in the most unexpected spots…

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Apartment building…

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A butcher shop…

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Lastly I found the pharmacy, but they had ran out of stock. So I walked to the other side of the neighborhood to the local supermarket which is a bit distant, but would have been safer option in the first place… lesson learnt.

Some random modem just hangin’ there…

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Did I mentioned that in India there are security checks to pretty much everywhere? Supermarkets are not the exception, cause terrorists also do grocery shopping… right?

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Mission accomplished… I used to buy the pink packaged one when I lived in Bangalore, it’s always good to find familiar stuff…

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Carrying only a few items?… Avoid queue’s, try D-Mart’s fast track lane!

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In India there are always unexpected turnarounds, only that this time it was actually my fault, since I realized I had just put into my pocket 100 rupees (€1,5), while the pack costed 275 rupees (€4). So I had to put back my pack and go home with my hands empty.

Now, if you’re wondering how did I managed?… well, when in Rome…


Phir milenge!

(See you later in Hindi)

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