throw away your television
Some things just don't translate. I'm watching the Indian version of 'Pop-up Video' on Indian MTV; they have pop-up commentary on Indian music videos. The best, though, were the jokes interspersed in the video commentary:
Q: What do you call a girl with a hairy back?
A: Bear back!
Q: What do you call it when a cricketer has an affair?
A: Extra Marital innings!
The first one I didn't find funny; the second one, I didn't get at all.
So, I started switching channels, and I saw a screen that just said:
How do you get the British to surrender?
A. Execute prisoners
B. Call off negotiations
C. Threaten attack
Just when I thought that I was going to get to see a primer on guerrila warfare, or at least on the British occupation of India, it turned out that it was just a History Channel show on the American Revolution, dubbed in some other language. Sadness.
I was at work for almost fourteen hours today, which totally rocked. I'll give a shout-out to Lizzie, who hoped that she'd get an official mention after sending me a nice email and some music. Since I was at work all day, I don't really have much to report. However, it's been exactly four weeks since I got to India, which is impossible to believe. It seems like I've only been here for a few days, but it's already been a month! It's no wonder that I'm getting a little stir-crazy; I feel like I should be out exploring, or doing interesting things, rather than spending all my time working and sleeping. However, since I'm paid to be here working< I can't really complain about that. But hopefully I'll get out and do something this weekend. Or, I could wait a couple of weeks until the monsoon hits, and then it may be cool enough that I won't die if I'm outside for more than twenty minutes.
Pizza Hut in the United States is incredibly tasty; in India, it's downright amazing. Since some of us were at the office late, we ordered pizza, and it is unbelievably satisfying to eat greasy American pizza after a day in which I subsisted on corn flakes and popcorn (I had meetings straight through lunch, which was brutal). I also took a break around eight p.m. to sit in the massage chair; we have the same massage chair here that we have in the office back home, which I think is really funny, particularly since they still haven't bothered to translate the controller, and so you just end up pushing random buttons and seeing Japanese characters telling you doubtlessly-vital informaiton right before the machine starts molesting you. Despite the fact that it would occasionally squeeze my calves until I was afraid that my legs would be broken, it really helped my neck, and it gave me a much-needed boost before my last meeting of the day.
I have a lot of things to ponder, but I do not feel any closer to resolution about where I'm going with my life than I did the day that I showed up in Hyderabad. However, tonight is not that night that my fate will be resolved, and so I think I'll go to bed instead.
Q: What do you call a girl with a hairy back?
A: Bear back!
Q: What do you call it when a cricketer has an affair?
A: Extra Marital innings!
The first one I didn't find funny; the second one, I didn't get at all.
So, I started switching channels, and I saw a screen that just said:
How do you get the British to surrender?
A. Execute prisoners
B. Call off negotiations
C. Threaten attack
Just when I thought that I was going to get to see a primer on guerrila warfare, or at least on the British occupation of India, it turned out that it was just a History Channel show on the American Revolution, dubbed in some other language. Sadness.
I was at work for almost fourteen hours today, which totally rocked. I'll give a shout-out to Lizzie, who hoped that she'd get an official mention after sending me a nice email and some music. Since I was at work all day, I don't really have much to report. However, it's been exactly four weeks since I got to India, which is impossible to believe. It seems like I've only been here for a few days, but it's already been a month! It's no wonder that I'm getting a little stir-crazy; I feel like I should be out exploring, or doing interesting things, rather than spending all my time working and sleeping. However, since I'm paid to be here working< I can't really complain about that. But hopefully I'll get out and do something this weekend. Or, I could wait a couple of weeks until the monsoon hits, and then it may be cool enough that I won't die if I'm outside for more than twenty minutes.
Pizza Hut in the United States is incredibly tasty; in India, it's downright amazing. Since some of us were at the office late, we ordered pizza, and it is unbelievably satisfying to eat greasy American pizza after a day in which I subsisted on corn flakes and popcorn (I had meetings straight through lunch, which was brutal). I also took a break around eight p.m. to sit in the massage chair; we have the same massage chair here that we have in the office back home, which I think is really funny, particularly since they still haven't bothered to translate the controller, and so you just end up pushing random buttons and seeing Japanese characters telling you doubtlessly-vital informaiton right before the machine starts molesting you. Despite the fact that it would occasionally squeeze my calves until I was afraid that my legs would be broken, it really helped my neck, and it gave me a much-needed boost before my last meeting of the day.
I have a lot of things to ponder, but I do not feel any closer to resolution about where I'm going with my life than I did the day that I showed up in Hyderabad. However, tonight is not that night that my fate will be resolved, and so I think I'll go to bed instead.
posted by Sara @ 9:21 AM
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