The Indian public Metro and Bollywood dancing. Two things that will be discussed in this post that have nothing to do with each other..... Unless of course it's a Bollywood flash mob in the metro station. That would be pretty fantastic. I've thought this on many occasions.
Anyway, first: Dancing. New Light's Carnival was this past Friday. They did so so good! I absolutely loved seeing all the hard work come together in a little mini-Bollywood production! And yes, I did the dance mom thing when the babies got on stage. As soon as I figure it out, there will be a video for your viewing pleasure. The older children did more complicated Indian dances and I was so impressed by some of the Soma Home girls. I've said this before, I think the entire country of India can dance. Literally, I don't know why there's not dance scenes taking place in the streets.
Carnival admission was free so it wasn't a fundraiser or anything. I think it was just a celebration of what these children can do despite what they've come from. During carnival they were all dressed up, looking amazing and showing their talents, and the crowd didn't see Red Light children.... just a bunch of kids having fun. Because when you have something to celebrate, of course there should be dancing!
On to the second topic: the magical Indian public Metro. I will give it this... It's. really efficient way to travel. It will never be more than 6 rupees ($.10) across the city. Since the city is HUGE and taxi will always take an hour because of crazy traffic, metro is a
daily necessity for me. There are times when virtually no one is on it. These are happy times. I calmly walk to the girls section and sit down, unbothered. It's great, and even better when you happen get the purple AC metro train.
Then... There is the rush hour metro train. Jennifer and I only refer to these as crazy trains. During this time you can lose arms, legs, and above all, your dignity. The train will pull into the station and you already know it's rough. The windows are fogged from people's body temperatures, crowds are forming to start pushing on, and you start praying. As soon as the doors open people are both fighting to get in, and fighting to get out. It's really quite comical... When you are not in a hurry. If you manage to squeeze yourself on, you must watch out for the closing doors. They stop for no one.
At this point, you are going to have to accept the fact that you will smell and feel things that are not pleasant. There will be armpits. Lots of them. Hovering close to your
face. Deodorant is not a part if this equation. People are sweaty in general. And always, always, always, keep a tight hold of your bag.
Now you can manhandle your way on the Indian metro you are
welcome.
Carnival admission was free so it wasn't a fundraiser or anything. I think it was just a celebration of what these children can do despite what they've come from. During carnival they were all dressed up, looking amazing and showing their talents, and the crowd didn't see Red Light children.... just a bunch of kids having fun. Because when you have something to celebrate, of course there should be dancing!
daily necessity for me. There are times when virtually no one is on it. These are happy times. I calmly walk to the girls section and sit down, unbothered. It's great, and even better when you happen get the purple AC metro train.
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| The metal detector... which as you can see, people don't actually use. |
Then... There is the rush hour metro train. Jennifer and I only refer to these as crazy trains. During this time you can lose arms, legs, and above all, your dignity. The train will pull into the station and you already know it's rough. The windows are fogged from people's body temperatures, crowds are forming to start pushing on, and you start praying. As soon as the doors open people are both fighting to get in, and fighting to get out. It's really quite comical... When you are not in a hurry. If you manage to squeeze yourself on, you must watch out for the closing doors. They stop for no one.
At this point, you are going to have to accept the fact that you will smell and feel things that are not pleasant. There will be armpits. Lots of them. Hovering close to your face. Deodorant is not a part if this equation. People are sweaty in general. And always, always, always, keep a tight hold of your bag.
Now you can manhandle your way on the Indian metro you are
welcome.
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