I am not very tidy or clean person. In other words, I always have some mess in my room that I call “creative atmosphere”. However, nowadays in India I have this obsessive need of cleaning and Karolis even had to gave me an intervention for spending too much money on cleaning products.
The new place where we moved in recently is a big flat usually rented by a lot of interns. Everything here is more than disgusting and I cannot stop thinking that, if people would be more like me and try to make their living place as nice as possible, this flat would look not only clean but awesome too.
So after scrubbing our bathroom for several hours, buying my own personal Indian shower (a bucket and a cup) and embrasing some Christmas lights – I feel like home. Besides, I got the permission from our land lady that I can paint on walls…
Next step to feel like a local person is to get a personal SIM card with 3G. So after a healthy dinner at Subway we went to the nearest Vodafone office and I asked for a new prepaid SIM card. “Sure, sure”, – smiles to me the happiest consultant who’s table I picked – “we just need a copy of your passport, proof that you live in India and your photo”. And yet I am not surprised as rumor has it that to get a SIM card in India is one of the hardest things to do.
It took me more than one hour to get a SIM card with a little bit of persuasion and a lot of smile. Moreover, I was able to choose my number, also one employee gave me his personal phone number (“just in case you need any help, ma’am”) and on our way out of the office one guy run after us to give us two key chains as a present.
Other mandatory thing to feel as a local one is to have slippers as everyone wears them all the time. In one of the shoe shops nearby three shop-assistants were eager to help me to find my dream slippers. However, each ones I chose were too small. It seems that size 7 is the biggest in women wear yet they don’t want to let me down and leads me to the men side of the shop. My feelings are hurt, I feel embarrassed and uncomfortable as my feet are so big that I need to buy a men’s slippers. However, I swallow my pride and buy just a simple black ones and run away from that shop as fast as I can with my manly slippers… It seems in India I won’t be able to buy any nice shoes.
In the future time I plan to buy some paint for making wall décor, start yoga classes and learn how to make henna (mehndi) tattoos. Also, now as I have GPS in my phone and I don’t need to ask were to get out of the bus. India is in my hand.