So there's one thing (maybe not just one actually...) that I really don't get about India. It's the hottest place I've ever been, you'd think people would want to cool down? Instead of light clothes, skirts, etc. people wear long sleeves and pants or wrap themselves in heavy fabric. Instead of eating a refreshing cold soup or drinking a lemonade there is only hot spicy food and chai tea for breakfast lunch and dinner. For a country which is in need of A.C. most, one out of ten places has air conditioning and two out of three air conditioners are broken. I know it's hot and sweaty here and no one can help that but why, why?!, would you make it worse with hot clothes and hot food. I also understand that it's cultural and that saris and spices are traditional. I just don't understand why that would be the tradition in 115 degree weather? Maybe I'm culturally ignorant, maybe I'm just complaining, but I don't get it. And, further in my defense, a blog is a space for thoughts so I'm just letting them come out.
Also worth mentioning. The movie shoot that I was supposed to be at two weeks ago for my internship has been postponed.. again. Instead we're shuffling around and taking whatever we can find. We were on set at that TV show and now we're on set of a movie called Chillar Express. It's about ten children and their quest to gain a collar and a life for one dog. "Chillar" means 'loose change' in Hindi, so something that makes a lot of noise but isn't worth much. The title is basically saying that no one takes the kids seriously. The actors are ADORABLE, they range from four year olds to eleven year olds. Everyone adores them and it's the best atmosphere I've ever encountered on a set, like a big family. It's pretty awesome. We've gone there for the past two days and we'll be going tomorrow but then they take a break from shooting so hopefully (everyone cross your fingers... now! ... I'm serious) Peter Gaya Kaam Se will begin shooting on Wednesday so we can get one good week of production experience in before we head home.
Final thought: I contemplated naming this blog "Wait till you see my rick" (we were thinking of all kinds of phrases that 'rick'... slang for rickshaw... could be inserted into, it rhymes with a surprising amount of dirty words) but Madeline thought of it first and I thought this one might be more appropriate.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment