Pune: Slapstick
04/08/06...
Shock
I drank too much last night.
Actually I didn't drink alot, but I had been up since 6 AM and then had a few beers.
Point is on Saturday at 1 PM I was still in bed. But nothing will rise you from your sleep faster than a soft knocking at your beedroom door when you live alone.
"haallo?" said the door.
I opened my eyes a crack...realized i was not dreaming.
Realized that someone was kocking at the door...Had I locked the door?
...Yes I ALWAYS lock the door.Maybe security?
Holy crap if the lights and water malfunctioninghad never promted this kind of action, what the hell was wrong now?
The door started to open...
"hallo?"
It was a small blur about 5 feet tall and thin. Still not quite over my fear now, I sat up in bed in my boxers and said
>>"Who the hell are you?"
A quick: "Sureeee, Surreee"
....the blur scurried away, the door snapped closed.
I promptly put my lenses in, threw on a t-shirt, and got up.
>>"kya....you....kaha..."( what you how)
was all I could compose in my groginess...this yielded a curious tilting of the head from the small Indian man.
God...Dammit.....light a cigarette.......so I had to fall back on the first hindi converstaion
burned into my brain.... robotically, in a sing-song school tone I sang the incantation:
>> "Mera nam Pat hei, aur apka?"
(My name is Pat, and you?)
Oh great...something unpronounceable and starting with a D.
I found my keys on the counter held them up and said:
>>"tumhara" ( yours?), He produced another set and smiled.
Then he said the another name, repeatedly until I got it....
Oh...that's the guy in HR....okay you're the house boy ( I know that make me sound like a dude from 'Gone with the wind', but that's what everyone calls them). We now understood eachother...he was here to clean.
The nakedness of man faced with the absurd
(No one's naked....it's a quote....READ A BOOK!)
>> "I can't believe we have'nt met for nearly 2 months..."
See this story for the full host of OTHER people who came to my house.
No comprehension.
>>"Is there a schedule you follow?"
Again nothing.
I looked up schedule in the hindi dictionary and pointed at the hindi word...he shepishly grinned, great...you can't read it and it'll take me 20 minutes to figure out if that's an Y or an S.
Okay Sesame Street time...
I start singing again, going to the lowest common denominator, pantomime...
"Monday,Tuesday,
YOU! Wens, Thurs ,
YOU! , Friday Saturday,
Sunday YOU!".
Exclaiming "YOU" and pointing to him on Saturday.Tues, and Turs (as far as I could make out from my laundry reapearing...that's how it worked).
He thought I'd gone mad, I repeated the cycle several times with hand gestures... an ash fell off the cigarette and he immediatley stopped paying attention to sweep it up.
Take a second to appreciate this I'm in my boxers pantomining the days of the week to another grown man who is barefoot ,semi-literate and holding a rag in his hand.
He finally said 'Tuedsay, Thursday...ME!"
Achaa....communication, bravo....
Then he started cleaning. I sat down and typed this.



He's much more patient with the settings and actually reads the manual, thankfully he got some decent pics of the paintings. Me, if the flash doesnt work, the autofocus does'nt work....and then there are about a billion little things you have to figure out. I don't have the patience. 




