LOOK Bear! COW! And other funny story’s from life in India.

Things haven’t been ALL bad/stressful since moving here to India.  There have still been a lot of laughs for Bear and I….granted that’s been mostly between taking me to the hospital emergency room or fretting over unfinished house business or being angry over process and procedures.  Howsoever, there have STILL been some fun times.

And that stupid Help yourself out of depression site said that I should focus on the fun things.

Whateverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Seriously, it does help to reminisce and remember the good times especially when you are having a hard time seeing around those small little pockets of constant hard times that tend to come our way in life.

So, following the advice of the Help Guide site and my own common sense, I’m writing today about a few funny experiences we’ve had or experienced since coming to India.

Like the time when I tried to do the laundry by hand washing it all on my own and mixed up the laundry soap with the bleach because they are both blue bars of soap that smell similar to one another.  Only to find after scrubbing one of Bear’s favorite red shirts that it now had large spots of brushed pink and that the water in the bucket (with his other clothes) was slowly turning pinky red.  Thankfully, I rescued the other clothes in time from certain reddish disaster.  After that the clothes washing was left to my sweet and wonderful maid who most certainly knows the difference between soap and bleach.

Yes, I do have a maid here.  And it is an experience that ranks a blog all its own.  Coming from America, it’s difficult to reconcile myself to the fact that I need someone to help me clean here.  In America, if you have in house help it’s because you’re wealthy otherwise we did it all by our lonesome.  Then again, there we had high powered high heat dish washing machines and washer/dryers and upright vacuum cleaners that worked on carpet AND hard floors.  There, the only thing you really had to clean EVERY day was the dishes, stove and counter.  Here in India, with all the dust, you pretty much have to clean EVERYTHING every day.  Dusting, sweeping, mopping, scrubbing, and hosing down….all pretty much common occurrences around our house.  My bai and I speak our own special language that involves facial expressions, hand signals, sound effects and running for the phone to call Bear and ask him what she just said and how do I tell her this/that/the other.  She finds my cleaning methods hilarious and I generally try to stay out of her way.

However, there are certain things that I HAVE to clean by myself.  I have ‘standards’ of cleanliness and there are some things that people just cannot clean as well as I would like them too.  It’s not that they aren’t clean or doing a good job, it’s just that I’m anal.  This in India, I am fast learning, is either one of two things.

A laugh riot.

Or.

A Travesty.

Mainly, there is so much dust and breeze to blow around that dust that you wind up with half the desert in your living room.  Which ok, I’m fine with the bai cleaning that up for me.

But in my bathroom it’s a whole other ball of wax baby.  The bathroom is MY terrain and wooooah betide you if you even think of going in there with your dirty nasty shoes on.

When I first got here, there was still a lot of dust and contractor silt on most of our things.  Bear called the contractor and they did come and polish and clean…but when I walked in the bathroom my eyes still fell on dirt lurking and my fingers began to itch.  I managed to clean our bathroom to a shining glory but fell sick before I could continue on to the guest bathroom.

And the sickness lasted and lasted and got worse and everyone became afraid, to the point of his father taking time off from work and he and Bear’s mother coming here (a four hour drive) to take care of me.  They were here for almost a full week and even though I was still a little weak when they left, I felt tons better.

The only problem was that, like I said before, I’m anal on how some things are cleaned and I didn’t like the state of our guest bathroom.  Especially from the perspective of being the new bahu…whether I was sick or not, that bathroom was NOT up to MY standards and my Parents-in-law were COMING.  And I was too sick to get out of bed!  AGH!

Four days later and I was feeling better.  Enough so that Bear felt comfortable going to work and leaving me at home with his parents.  And the cleaning utensils.  Which he had told me expressly not to touch till I was feeling better.

Well, I was feeling better.  😀

So, I warned Aai and Baba that I would be cleaning the guest bathroom and doing it in my cleaning shorts and t-shirt.

And then, not hearing any disapproval from them, I went and changed, grabbed the scrub brushes (three different kinds), the brillo pad, the toilet bowl brush (new!), the buffing cloth and the cleaners.  And then, like Superwoman standing on the brink of saving the world, I opened the bathroom door and stepped into the abyss that was my guest bathroom.

NOTE:  Our guest bathroom is typical Indian style.  As soon as you open the door and on the right is the “shower” area.  Essentially, you walk through the shower area to step up onto the Indian toilet area which is raised.  The shower head faces the far wall of the bathroom so you better make sure that the bathroom door is closed when taking a shower or your wetting down the area outside the bathroom.

I pulled out a small sitting stool, used the sprayer to fill a small hand bucket with water, added the cleaning fluid and began to clean off the knobs of the shower faucet.  I could feel some grime under one of the knobs, so after making sure the larger bucket was under the tap for the shower to catch any water coming out of the SPICKET, I twisted the knob to clean it off thoroughly.

And promptly screamed “AAAAAHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” when I was doused with excessively cold water from the shower head above.

NOTE:  Aai = mother.  Aai is pronounced AH EE.  Get the picture?

To which Aai and Baba came running full tilt in from the living room screaming “KYA HUA???? KYA???  Kya aap thik hain????? !!!!!!

All while grabbing my shoulders, shaking the life out of me and checking my head for excessive blood loss.

And I sat there, cold and wet and laughing my ass off.  Because I was cold, wet, dirty, covered in soap suds and wearing shorts and had just scared the crap out of my elderly in-laws.

Once they realized that I was alive and not dying from blood loss or brain damage, they saw what happened and laughed themselves silly.  Baba then thought what fun it would be to call Bear.  Bear agreed it was too much fun and laughed and asked to speak to me.  That’s when I got yelled at.

But damn!  That bathroom SHINED after I was done with it.  And Aai and Baba praised my cleaning skills.  I’m not kidding, even to this day, they point out to everyone what a pretty and CLEAN house I have.

Or like the time we went to buy eggs at the store and I searched and searched and searched for like 20 minutes going up and down the aisles over and over and over again because the little guy working there said that the eggs were down that aisle and I kept thinking “but this aisle isn’t refrigerated” so I kept going down to the cooler section.  Only to find that they weren’t THERE!  They were back in the non-refrigerated aisle.  In very small shell packets.  That looked nothing like the egg cartons I’m used to.  Which is why I passed them a total of 12 times.  I know.  I made a game of it.  I counted how many times I couldn’t find the damn eggs.  A full dozen.  Too funny.

Another thing here is the amount of live stock on the roads, sidewalks, in the stores and just plain wandering around wherever the heck they feel like it.

Goats, Cows, Buffalo, Cats, Dogs, Sheep, Camels, Elephants….pretty much you name it and I’ve seen it walking down main street.

And because it’s pretty rare to see a Buffalo in the US, the first time I saw it here was from behind and at a fairly fast clip (we were in a car) so I yelled out “Look Bear!  A whole bunch of Cows!”.

To which Bear replied “Sweety, those were Buffalo.”

“Oh” and “Well, they sure LOOKED like cows” and five minutes later “Are you sure those weren’t cows?”

To which Bear replied “Yes, they were Buffalo”.

“Oh” and “Ok”.

Two days later, from the back of his bike “Look Bear!!!!  COWS!!!” (Dude this time I swear they sure as heck looked like cows).

And he shook his head and yelled into the wind “BUFFALO!”

Well damn.

However now, whenever I see them whether it’s from our living room balcony or from the back of his bike or walking past us outside the fancy shop, I stop him (or bang him on the head if he’s got his helmet still on) and yell just as pretty as you please “Bear!!!!  LOOK!!  COWS!!!!!!!!!!! “And then smile evilly.

Someone once asked me when learning that I was moving to India how I was going to deal with all the staring that I would get from being a foreigner living in India.  At the time, I just figured I would ignore it.

And pretty much that’s how it’s been.  I ignore it when it does happen but to be honest it doesn’t happen as often to me as it does to some of my other friends who live in India.  I don’t know if it’s because where I live there are a LOT of foreigners or that it’s a very progressive and younger town or if it’s true that I look like a northern Punjabi girl (as my Auntie’s like to tell me).  Either way, it happens, but rarely.

What I HAVE found myself doing is staring at OTHER foreigner’s when we are out.  Or worse yet, yelling out loud “Look BEAR!  White PEOPLE!!!!.”  Yes, I know, totally politically incorrect.  But it’s just so WEIRD to me to see people of a skin color other than some shade of brown now.

I think probably the worst part is seeing the hippy hard core’s from OSHO.  I’ve talked to a couple of the ‘hard core’ OSHO’s and they scare me.  Not knocking it or anything…but their intensity and a few of their beliefs scare me personally.  A few weeks ago we finally stopped at the German Bakery which is famous in our hometown for being a tourist attraction.  And a local hang-out for the OSHO people.  While there, and enjoying one of the most scrumptiously delicious apple crump pies ever made, I looked up to see some of the extreme of the extreme hard core OSHO walk in.  Bear, watching my eyes widen and go wild with terror, leaned over and asked me what was wrong.  Leaning forward and in a dead whisper I said “I see OSHO people!”

Bear stopped for a moment.  Sat and thought.  And then said, “Isn’t that a line from some American movie with ghosts or something?”

Siiiiiigh.

Leave it up to my husband to not know the name of the movie Sixth Sense.  Of course, he doesn’t really like the movie either.  He watched it once, partially, pronounced it pathetic and refused to watch anymore of it.  That was PRE me….so we’ll just see about his refusal to watch such a GREAT and FABULOUS movie.  GOSH!

So, that’s it for today.  And probably a good thing too as it’s almost time for Bear to leave work and I still haven’t fixed dinner yet!!!

Have a great day and see you all tomorrow!

PS:  Happy Makara Sankranti to all! 🙂 To all my married lady friends….happy Haldi-Kunku! Til-gul ghya, god god bola!!

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21 thoughts on “LOOK Bear! COW! And other funny story’s from life in India.

  1. Stumbled upon your blog from somewhere..
    Funny and interesting to read your posts. It’s funny how our experiences can be so funny when we first visit foreign cultures. All our observations become so acute. Glad to read your chronicle.
    Hope you have many adventures!

    Are you learning marathi? I saw the til-gul line. 🙂

    • Hi AA and welcome! I appreciate that you took the time to read my ramblings! I completely and 100% agree with you that our observations become so acute (and sometimes one track) that when we look back on our supposed “problems” it becomes hilarious! I’m living that right now almost on a daily basis. India is so beautiful and so full of new and challenging things for me….thankfully I’m at a time when it’s 50/50 if I laugh WHEN the problem is occurring instead of AFTER! 😉 hehehehe

      Yep, I’m studying both Hindi and Marathi with an emphasis on Marathi. 🙂 It’s a work in progress! Hope to see you come back again! Till then, take care!

  2. I have took on two rescue dogs that were abandoned by their former owners. They are the most fabulous creatures I have ever experienced. It is sad how some individuals treat animals like property or worse. My hope is that more people will get enlightened about this matter.

  3. Buffalo – Dark skinned hairy bull like creature. Theirs horns are not straight up rahter horns bends backwards.

    Cow – Not at all hairy and is found in many complexion colors from white to black.Horns are up right position.

  4. For the first week I was in India (in Calcutta & Bombay) I kept looking for cows/buffalo and seeing NONE. I was teasing Aditya about it, telling him that the “cows wandering the streets” was just hype. Finally saw my first cow (eating garbage, as typical) out a train window in the countryside, and man, was I so excited.

    So we have about 15 shots of a plain, brownish buffalo eating garbage by the train tracks in our photo album of that trip to India. 🙂

    • LOL Oh man, that was my first week’s experience too!!!! I even told Bear that they went and made the Cow an endangered species cuz I didn’t see it anywhere and then the next day I saw a whole herd of cows and buffalo together!!! 🙂

      PS: I still don’t have much more than a bunch of snaps of cow butt because I’m perpetually whipping the camera out two seconds a fraction late to get the rest of the cow. LOL

  5. How could your husband not like The Sixth Sense. Is he not human? The poor little kid sees dead people for God’s sake!!! That movie is in my top 50 list. I think your husband and I have a little problem here!!!LOL
    I remember when I first came to the US, I got excited every time I saw an Indian person and I would be like,”Look, an Indian!”

    • He’s a weirdo. What can I say? 😛 Don’t worry, he will be assimilated. Muahahahaha!

      Actually, the first time he watched it, it was a very bad copy with no subtitles and he was still in his “hardly ever watches ANYTHING in english” phase. This meant that he couldn’t really stay with the flow of the movie or catch on to the plot and you know how frustrating that is for a thriller with a substandard plot, let alone one with a GREAT plot like Sixth Sense.

      Heheheheh I used to do that to him and a couple of my friends back home. If we were out and saw some other Indians, I would be like “Hey! Look! Indians!!! Do you KNOW them????” Which always made MY friends crack up and ask me if I KNEW every other white person THEY saw. Couple of times it back fired on them cuz I DID know that person. 😉 hehehe

    • HAHAHA I just saw that! I didn’t catch it on my spell checker as I have bhai and bai saved so it doesn’t catch the spelling mistakes anymore!! LOLOLOL WELL…..she does call my husband bhai sometimes and he does help me so I guess he is my pseudo bai eh????? HAHAH Ok, not. He’s gonna kill me for that one. 😉 Thanks Swati! Come again!

  6. Oh yes, the livestock! I can remember how excited I was when I saw cows sitting by cars. Or how scared I was when encountering one while alone in a narrow lane (funny really :D). And how amused Indian friends would be when I would be jumping and down in my seat saying ‘oh my goodness this is just the cooooolest!’ when I would see something superduperexciting like an elephant. And no, I would not know the difference between cows and other cow looking animals either….if they are slow and have four legs and no wool, they look like cows to me.

    • SEE??? I KNEW it! It’s a conspiracy! I KNEW those were cows man! And people just like to SAY they are Buffalo! hehe

      Glad you enjoyed the blog and that it made you laugh! That makes me happy and isn’t that the point for today? 🙂 Hope you keep coming back to comment!

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