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| Some more India photos by Quétinbec 02/23/2009, 5:51pm PST | ||||
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More reasons why Indians stink: Here's a house insulated with bullshit beside a rubbish dump. When the curry eating people of this house feel dirty, they walk 30m to the Ganges and wash themselves in a river full of fresh dead bodies.
In India, rubbish is an asset. People lead their cattle to it and let them nose about in it for something edible. You do them a favour by throwing a chocolate bar wrapper in the heap outside their house. During the day, when a 'farmer' has lead his cattle to a rubbish pile, that pile will be his and he'll keep the dogs away with a stick. When the farmers have gone, though, the stray dogs take over until night time, and then the monkeys take it. So, it goes through three stages of ownership each day, and during each transition, there's always conflict so it's interesting. There was a big rubbish pile around the corner from my apartment in Delhi and at dawn, the monkeys and dogs would fight for it. You'd hear noise and go and check out what was going on down at the 'ol rubbish pile. The monkeys would climb electricity poles and then slowly lower themselves down the pole until they were almost within range of the dogs who were barking beneath and then they'd swing punches at the dogs with their one free hand. They can punch like fuck! I never saw them land a punch but it looked like they could knock a small dog out if they did. How fucking awesome would that be? Mostly they just screamed at each other, though. But that was cool too because eventually an Indian would come out with a stick and lay into them until they shut up. 
The European girls would ride through shit like this each day on scooters. I thought they were so cool (sigh). 
When stationary, they'd constantly be intercepted by rapists, though, and I'd happily use my training as a bouncer to stand around and look very unimpressed. 
Indians have the best advertisements in the world. It may be brown, but don't let that put you off! Look at world famous cricketer Dravid put his hand on his heart and swear to you that Coke is safe! Because it's such an obviously filthy, evil, and deceitful country, no one's trying to convince you that the shit they're peddling is great or even good because no one would believe them for a second. Instead, they're just out to prove that it's 'kind of' OK or at the very least won't cause you any harm. So, you see all these guys driving around with "Kapesh the Ordinary Plumber" and "Max: a normal taxi driver" written on their trucks. It's funny. |
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