Comes to Mind
So I realized that this blog is not going to be your typical online journal like some other folks that we all know and love. Instead we are going to discuss what currently pops into my head. Hope its still enjoyable and keeps you reading and if not I really don't care (that was what I was thinking, sorry that it made it on "paper").
So your probably wondering whats on my mind now that you have an admission ticket? Have any of you really had freshly squeezed orange juice? Its very very different from the typical Tropicana (even though they say its freshly squeezed). I'm in Delhi if you all did not know and the live in servant, Gulab, makes me freshly squeezed OJ every morning when I come for breakfast. He sits there and squeezes about 6 oranges and serves it to me. Gotta love India. But on a side note the servants in India are different depending on region. In Delhi the live in cook and servant do EVERYTHING. Its in caps because I want to make sure everyone understands that it encompasses all!!! You want food; tell Gulab, you want your bed made; tell Gulab, you want a heater delivered to your room; tell Gulab, you want to be bathed (depending if your a guy or girl), you guessed it; tell Gulab! But in Bombay it seems to be a bit different. Over there the servants have their own lives. My place in Bombay has three servants. All three act like a live-in family in our house there. They are there to clean and cook but they do it on their own accord. If they are watching TV or eating their own food you can not bother them. Its quite a different attitude. I guess you really have to experience it to understand.
Well that's my first installment on my blog as I am on my way to the dining room for a 3 course breakfast! Hope you all enjoyed and will come back for more. For those of you that are not interested well go f#$k yourself.
So your probably wondering whats on my mind now that you have an admission ticket? Have any of you really had freshly squeezed orange juice? Its very very different from the typical Tropicana (even though they say its freshly squeezed). I'm in Delhi if you all did not know and the live in servant, Gulab, makes me freshly squeezed OJ every morning when I come for breakfast. He sits there and squeezes about 6 oranges and serves it to me. Gotta love India. But on a side note the servants in India are different depending on region. In Delhi the live in cook and servant do EVERYTHING. Its in caps because I want to make sure everyone understands that it encompasses all!!! You want food; tell Gulab, you want your bed made; tell Gulab, you want a heater delivered to your room; tell Gulab, you want to be bathed (depending if your a guy or girl), you guessed it; tell Gulab! But in Bombay it seems to be a bit different. Over there the servants have their own lives. My place in Bombay has three servants. All three act like a live-in family in our house there. They are there to clean and cook but they do it on their own accord. If they are watching TV or eating their own food you can not bother them. Its quite a different attitude. I guess you really have to experience it to understand.
Well that's my first installment on my blog as I am on my way to the dining room for a 3 course breakfast! Hope you all enjoyed and will come back for more. For those of you that are not interested well go f#$k yourself.
posted by Abizer at 9:45 PM
2 Comments:
ohh the aggression at the end... hmm I loved it. lol. soo the servants do everything eh? then what is left for me to do. and what is this I am reading about squeezing someone's oranges. Dirty my dear. keep it clean. otherwise I might report you.
and stop bashing me. since you know that mine is better than your's.
Hey...what happened to the comment I left butt munch?
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