What a gori learned in India

There is no such thing as "fixed price" and you can't avoid diarrhoea - here's what I learned in India.

Angela Melamud January 14, 2012
I didn’t get to ride an elephant or dance and sing about love and heartache in choreographed Bollywood style. But during a little trip to India to attend my boyfriend’s cousin’s wedding, I did learn some things about Indian etiquette. Here are a few lessons for non-Indians who find themselves sari-wrapped in India.

Lesson #1: The price is never fixed

You can haggle for literally everything in India — even when there are signs saying “price is fixed.” The process is like interpretive dance: prices hang in limbo while unresolved arms sway and strike poses to the rhythms of sari fabrics brushing through sultry dust. The choreography ends only when one partner promenades away or both acquiesce with side-to-side nods of the head, like metronomes syncing to the tempo.

On my way back from Elephanta Island, a land of tiny, very buff monkeys and ancient carved-out caves, I saw an elephant statue I knew my mother would love. It was my last full day in India, and I hadn’t experienced a good haggle yet. So, driven with Jewish prudence and a new found love for the game, I decided that this would be my time of great barter.
“Rs500!” the seller yelled with a hungry accent.

“Rs100!” I quacked back, receiving a humiliating laugh from my opponent.



“…. Alright.”


Lesson #2: Delhi Belly is inevitable

You’ll opt for ice-less drinks and spend all of your rupees on bottled water to brush your teeth, wash your hands, and cleanse the crust from your touristy eyes. You’ll even choose to skip out on all those beautiful platters of watermelon they sell in the market just because they have the word 'water' in the them. Still, you’ll positively, without fail, get a case of the super gross “loose motions,” also known as extreme diarrhoea.

Luckily, “Delhi Belly,” as it’s also called, only affected the last two days of my trip. I remember how quickly I ran from the Gateway of India to that one McDonald’s many kilometres away when my diarrhoea decided to strike. How I wish I could remember the Victorian architectural exploits that I ran past, holding inside whatever I could with whatever strength I still had as I ran, ran, ran, trying in earnest to keep my bottom intact.

I made it to the toilet, if that’s what you’re wondering. And I kept making it to the toilet for three weeks back home in Brooklyn.

Lesson #3: Forget the puppies

I was going to write something about how awesome it was to have cute street puppies follow me around everywhere ‘cause I had cookies in my pockets and was eager to feed them all the time — but I have changed my mind because they actually didn’t want my cookies. So, instead, let’s talk about the goat.

The goat: poor, sweet, simple-minded, wispy-bearded, round-eyed; allowed to frolic around for a bit and believe in independence, but oh, how that knife strikes close and the basmati rice is really begging for a kebab friend. Destiny for a goat is a sharp spear, but man, it really rocks to be a cow ‘cause no one will ever eat you — even though your caboose always blocks traffic and your poop’s all over the street.

Lesson #4: Hitler is everywhere

Jokes apart, he’s everywhere: in commercials for a sitcom about a cranky woman who goes by the nickname “Auntie Hitler”; showcased in every bookstore in Mumbai that’s selling his classic right next to copies of Lincoln’s “Emancipation Proclamation.”

Aside from Hitler popping up all over the place, swastikas are everywhere too. I understand that it’s a symbol of good luck in the Hindu religion and how it was co-opted by the Nazis. I also understand that Indian people aren’t Nazis, but even so, it’s weird. It was especially weird when the lady doing my henna for the wedding decided to draw a fat swastika on my forearm.

PS I’m Jewish.

PSS She covered it up with a clumsy potted plant.

Lesson #5: Shahrukh Khan is god

Before I knew anything about India, I knew about Shahrukh Khan. He’s the Indian version of Brad Pitt but better, with killer dance moves and hot Indian lady co-stars. His fine looks fill the dream spaces of men and women in his native country and overseas.

Advertisements for his then new movie, Ra.One, had been splattered on every second billboard and the music video promoting it featured the musical capabilities of Aliaune Damala Badara Thiam, better known as Akon. Yeah, that Akon

This blog post originally appeared here.
Angela Melamud A 24-year-old writer who was born, raised, and still lives in Brooklyn, New York. She studied English Literature at Baruch College and has interned at The Paris Review and Farrar, Straus and Giroux. Angela tweets @angelamelamud
The views expressed by the writer and the reader comments do not necassarily reflect the views and policies of the Express Tribune.


meera | 12 years ago | Reply @Mir Agha: yaa i read the Hindu news paper, which is sponsored by RSS
Grace | 12 years ago | Reply Sorry ET, I don't need to hear about what a European traveller has to say about India. I don't think this is the place for it.
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