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Letter to My Girlfriends
My loves....
oh how i wish that you were here with me to laugh about all of the silly
things that the male race does around the world! somehow it just isn't the
same being with a bunch of boys...they can't relate at all and it really
sucks, because laughing is the only way i can keep from feeling horrible
sometimes.
man, being a woman is a strange thing....i have been feeling it more than
ever since i have been here, and i do these experiments where I try to
pretend that i am actually getting into the midset of a sterotypical indian
wife and walking a few steps behind, staying silent, not making eye
contact...and trying to find the power in that, trying to see how it could
be to wear one's power on the inside, like the seduction of a veiled woman,
versus on the outside, like those sexy-dressing western harlots (ha ha).
usually i go around the bend before i get to the point of finding the good
in acting like that...i prefer to be loud and obnoxious, to not give a
fuck....where do you find the balance between being yourself and being open
and respectful to others' cultures?
yeah so i got really hassled in dehli, but vishwa gave me some good tips on
how to deal with those stinky city fuckers...he taught me how to say 'my
husband will beat you', 'what the hell are you looking at', 'your mother
would be ashamed of you, you pig' etc. in hindi and told me that the worst
insult that you could deal out would be to take off your shoe and hit a man
with it, especially in a crowded place.
so here i go, out into the streets looking for a victim...i am on the prowl
with my bambi eyes in rambo mode. here comes my prey...'hello, which
country? america? oh i like talking to you very much....you are a student, i
am a student! wow! maybe we can learn something from each other! oh, those rickshaw-wallahs, don't listen to them, they think that all western women are easy from the movies...." and so on, and i am beginning to think that this guy might actually be ok, until..." you should come to my apartment,
there is nobody there at this time of day, maybe you could teach me
something..." BAM jackpot. Bambi gathers up her ammo and.... "What are you doing you pervert inviting a married woman to your apartment and during Ramadan! Your mother would be ashamed! My husbad will kill you! Are you stupid? Did you not hear me the first 10 times I said no? You are an
embarrassment to your mother!" And mind you this in the most crowded part of downtown Dehli, and people are looking, and he is starting to hunch over in shame, and then i take of my shoe, raise it above my head, and......he runs off.
success!!!!
but unfortunately none of those boys could really laugh about it with
me...but i laughed my ass off by myself, in my own little world...which is
fairly easy to spend time in since i just spent 40 hours on a train.
now we are in the south, in bangalore, which is nice, kind of like the palo
alto of india. from here we go to the ashram and then to goa....yay!!!
i miss you girls...i hope you are having a good christmas...it hardly feels
like christmas here, but i wouldn't trade the experience for the world...
love, sabrina
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