It's interesting to note the contrast between the two regions. Even between the two adjacent states of Delhi and Uttar Pradesh (where we are now), discrepancy exists. In my eyes, life in India is much like life in, say, the European Union: a collection of highly diverse states unified by currency, a label of national identity, and other political formalities. Each state (or in some cases, region) has its own language; comprehension of the two "national" languages (Hindi and English) is limited, especially among the lower classes. However, despite how fractured and fragmented India may seem, there's a definite undertone of national pride throughout the country, especially since Independence Day (Aug. 15) approaches. Back at the school in Josephnagar, the students devoted a good portion of their afternoon rehearsing for the celebrations next month.
Speaking of, I miss it. Like I said in my previous post, the change in scenery of the last few days has left me a bit culture-shocked, and while I relish the clean sheets, hotel micro-shampoos, and Hindi-language television, I miss the routine simplicity of life in Josephnagar. I've traded Catholic nuns for tour guides and the girls in the home for the beggar children that knock on car windows. Instead of dwelling on it, though, I'm simply going to enjoy my last few days in the country, because who knows how long it'll be before I get back here? We leave on Thursday night - can't believe it's been nearly three weeks already.
