We went to Vinobajipuram and then a bit further to the Girls' Droup-out School. It was hysterical. These girl's were quite the handful, and extremely, extremely excited to see us, three "white" people. We somehow ended up having to entertain them all day and I realise that my patience wth children can be very short at times. 57 screaming Indian girls that all want to tell you what to do. I can't stand being told what to do.
Things are progressing in quite the rapid speed now, going to different places, accepting the no toilet, the bugs and the no english and accepting that one must place oneself in the utter vulnerable position of standing in front of a crowd and facing the utter, gritty, unclean unknown.
Indian problematic is on my mind. Rice subsidies leads to a one-sided agricultural cultivation (a monoculture?) and a one-sided diet which leads to a decrease in public health and weakened families and eventually death, which makes children drop out of school to work at home and not receiving the proper education needed in their lives which leads to a constant degeneration of the public level of education, which makes the possibility of instigating a renewal in the society significantly smaller because people are uneducated and only listen to old traditions and have an archaic perspective on the world, egality and equality not even reaching the top-ten important thing in people's lives. There are so many different components in Indian society that I don't even know where a change should be initiated, in which end of this ever-spinning spiral does one start?
I am sick of Indian food.
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