I think everyone in India is a morning person. Case in point: I woke up at 7 am on a Saturday morning. Thirty minutes later, we had company.
The McDonald’s next to our house was supposed to open on the 1st, and I was supposed to go yesterday with Aditya to try it out. But in true Indian fashion, the opening has been delayed, and my Saturday was Mickey-D’s-free.
At 7:30 this morning, however, Aditya dropped by; on his 24th birthday, we chatted and ate idlis-and-sambhar.
It’s crazy how small this world really is; what are the chances that close family friends might also be neighbors in India? The Kannada community in CoMo is small and tight-knit, and we have a lot in common. But it’s strange to think about the overlap in our Indian heritage – beyond sharing the same mother-tongue – because I normally operate with my American-life completely separated from my Indian one.
Regardless, it was great to be able to hang out with Aditya – something I haven’t done in ages.
Later in the afternoon, we went to Ramanashree, a gated community in South Bangalore, for a plot-owners meeting and luncheon. My parents own a site there, and my mother decided we might as well go see how it was. (Someone may or may not have built a shack on that lot. Weird. But I really don’t know why my parents have land in Bangalore in the first place. So, yeah. No big deal, I guess.)
Anyway.
The plot-owners meeting was the most inefficient meeting I have ever seen (which is saying something, because I have experienced quite a few inefficient meetings at Georgia Tech.) They spent more than thirty minutes arguing before passing a resolution stating that they would not condone any misuse of office.
Which really should be common sense.
At least the food was good. But after sitting through an hour of pointless banter, I definitely earned that lunch.
-July 3rd
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