Despair

I have decided that I don't like this place.

I'm getting tired of this stuff. This week will be the turning point in my India excursion - less days ahead than behind. And I'm getting glad about it.

I was reading a book by a local author. The book is written quite boringly but it has some interesting facts and stories about India and especially the times when the British were ruling here. As you probably know, India was a colony of the Brits for 200-300 years (depending how you count) until 1947. And it seems like the Brits weren't too fond of India, its culture and of its people.

It would've been interesting to see how things were a hundred years ago. Somewhere around year 1900 English became the official language for teaching and administrative work as Brits had gradually forced Indians to learn English by offering working positions only for those who spoke English. So the language of the 'elite' was forced on everyone.

But anyway, I was talking about the feelings the colonialists had towards India. Most of them seemed to simply hate the country, its culture, its people, its climate and everything in it. Indians were treated like rats because things were so different here and they were considered very inferior.

I'm personally starting to have some similar feelings really. The place is too strange and few things seem to work. I'm getting tired of:
- the filth: this morning my spoon had some old food stuck to it, like the spoon had carvings. And my bed clothes smell awful due to sweating and being old no matter how much they are washed. And small sand is always everywhere.
- brown showers from my ass. I will never get used to this filthiness and strange food. Well, nothing too bad so far (except in Mumbai due to the spicy food) but it's just not normal.
- warmth and humidity - monsoon has started, so now it's always either very humid or if there's no rain, really warm. Sweating a lot is a constant thing and I'm not getting used to it.
- beer culture. Almost nonexistent. A few locals drink beer here and there but Mumbai was the closest thing so far to a beer culture of any sort.
- nothing works. People don't keep their promises, things don't get done, infrastructure sucks... And I was told that this is all very normal here.

What I realized maybe a week ago was that these people actually live here with all this stuff all the time. It kinda struck me as..hmm..amazing. And they are all used to it. I asked a guy in Mumbai who had been traveling a bit around Europe which place he prefers and he said India. "Everything works here perfectly even if the rules are never obeyed". Well, allow me to disagree on that. A lot.

P.S. For a long time after their independence, the top castes of India had no language of their own. Often the only language they spoke (and often not so fluently) was English. If exaggerated a bit, one billion people without an own language. Whoah.