Rahjastan Since no news from exile in Berlin! What is he doing anyway? If he is now about in search of spiritual enlightenment somehow lost in the Himalayas? No, I can reassure you: I'm doing well, but was the last days busy with work and also the mass of new impressions steadily decreases with each passing day and what you may dwell perhaps more impressive or shocking, I think, at least here, even normal. Yes, I get used to this strange alien life, even if it is well below my usual standard of living.
Yesterday I was again stuck in a traffic jam and there was a rickshaw next to my truck, of course, despite accounting for 15 minutes standing around his engine and the rickshaw in which I sat fully inflated, with exhaust gases. First time in my time here I have disguised myself to save my lungs and my brain. The Rikshafahrer shall have to die from lung cancer at age 40, I think in such moments.
Oh yes, why all the traffic? Is it just by the sheer mass of people? No, it is mainly due to the lack of infrastructure here. The Roads are not wide at all points the same, nor plan really, but to chew on all sides, and full of potholes. Not only the exhaust gases go to the lungs, but the potholes on the spine. While here, any road at any point a construction site where it is extended, but when a partially completed, the next to be renewed again. As one becomes aware of a sudden, as we Germans are spoiled with our roads.
Speaking jam: I read the newspaper every day that I get here in the hotel every morning for free and find the constantly repeated messages from Exmafiosis who wanted to unpack and then executed in the street by their Exkollegen were (apparently the only type of crime that exists here except corruption), I found an article along the lines of "Oh yes, the good old days" in which an old Mumbai complained about the poor traffic conditions in the city today. Oh, then, the people still respect the traffic rules and you could go through a crosswalk. No, today is the crossing of a road like running the gauntlet, where you have to seriously pay attention to his life. After all, the dam leads to low speeds, which is driven, and if you abpasst the right moment to get to without vollgehupt even somewhat on the road. I'm already in it really well, hey!
And yes right, yes, I work now. Great, right? Unfortunately I can not here in detail about the work missed, because I have a certain obligation of, but one thing I can tell you: it's kind of a mess and I got a job that I have zero plan. The joke is that I'm still better than most of my colleagues and finally I can now even learn a lot of new programming techniques used in the CV should not do too bad. A little blatant, however, is that I have the time just last weekend just worked out completely, because the project where I am, must be completed in late November. But then I get free about a week.
The working atmosphere is very nice way. While I sit an absolutely sterile open-plan office with fast on the constructed partitions and jobs, but my colleagues are very communicative and almost half of the time is the thing for most people with entertainment. I am also one of the elders, because the Indians are coming with about 21 from the university and then set the same loss. The age of one notices but also in many of their still somewhat uncertain nature. Moreover, the culture here so that people to superiors and elders are very submissive, what I know from Germany not so. If you want you can probably hang out properly let the tyrant, without resorting to large to encounter resistance. A small side effect of this Untertanentums certain is that people seem to make only what the boss says to them, but otherwise just sit around and wait, with a lot of precious time is spent. Nevertheless, I like my colleagues and we laugh and joke a lot and I got used already the strange Indian head nod. I have to wean me in Germany but then quite quickly!
My office is located on enclosed premises, which is sort of a special economic zone fairly large extent. The local companies have to pull the trigger less tax and special people who work here, no one may enter the premises. And here comes back times as an unusual character of this country to light: the Security absolute madness. I bet a third of all workers in this country are security people. In this mass one can easily imagine, however, that most are not very competent and will cause employees stress that this really only security, but bring in my opinion not much.
example said special economic zone: you must have it pure, who is an employee pass. Since mine is still in the works, I still get a new daily visitor's pass, which I pick up every morning at a Sicherheitsfutzi which is beneficial but not always there. So I have to wait sometimes 15 minutes at the entrance, to the said person comfortable angeschlendert comes to me then to my great chagrin of pure uncertainty, what to me begin Alien, rather with the top security officer at the other end of campus, just so that he acknowledged with a nod that I am here allowed to work quietly. Thank you very much. At the entrance then my bag is felted. It will actually put into their hands and a little shaken, so that one gets the impression that we do here and his work appropriately. Actually, purely because I can inject whatever I want.
Downtown example, Air India Building, Mumbai's largest office building: the entrance there is a safety barrier and a conveyor belt for bags, such as at the airport. Every time I stroll through PIPT, investment, and the unauthorized camera in my backpack interested in the security scanner man behind the monitor does not. All right, after all, the more people have jobs. ABM means something in Germany. Sounds cool.
And otherwise, besides the work and time in traffic? Well, I'm just trying to push back a little more exercise, as I almost daily for several laps in the hotel swimming pool and slowly bring my lung capacity back on track. I also do some training every 3 days in the small gym of the hotel. Before I came here I had almost two months not do sports regularly and must now be changed even if the conditions here for this not exactly perfect. Jogging or biking, you can not actually send and fitness clubs are even more expensive here than in Germany!
at all: the prices of some things here did not completely match the poverty of the masses. Land in Mumbai are more expensive than in almost any major European city and in the rich areas of one square meter apartment will cost between 200-400 euros a month rent in an apartment in a skyscraper, for residential areas there is no lack of space. This number is way, not a joke, people! I've read a few days in the newspaper. Why the hell, I thought to myself, grow such because rich people do not prefer the countryside to a villa every morning and fly by helicopter to work? Or you could move immediately to Europe, because luxury living is cheaper and does not have to worry that spontaneously next to his house settles a slum. Crazy!
A good story for last: one of the other AIESEC interns met last week the owner of the hotel in which I live here. Who had just driven up in his Mercedes übetriebenen and when he saw the Europeans, he asked once how he promulgated in his hotel. On the note that the Internet is not working, now an employee to sow was made, and then he asked, where is the female companion the trainee was. On the answer that this had a girlfriend at home, said the owner, that this is not a reason to seek not a nice Indian girl and gave the student an oblong case, which contained the surprise of a gold ladies watch. This should the trainee an Indian woman, which he liked to give, so they heat up for him. Aha! Interesting approach.
Incidentally, I have not seen many obviously super-rich. The need to hide otherwise rather well in their luxury apartments. But, it will give them (and if I get even the gift of a clock, then you get it, Nina, D). And the
sad news to the end: Friday, India's cricket team eliminated against the superior champion of cricket, the Australians, from the mini World Cup, the Champions Trophy. The streets were deserted. I tell you: national mourning! And because it is a sad event so there are no photos this time, but best wishes to you all. I'm alive and continue stay'n providin u nice stories ...
PS: I have just linked Magda's blog. There are more photos from India and the interesting point that I was the always-shopping-guy "bin. Hmmm, ok.
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