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Monday, May 30, 2005
masala cross dressing
I met my first Mysore transvestite beggar today. I almost got bitch slapped by him because I wouldn't give him
any money - but I should have because he had a great swish and looked fabulous in his sari and leatherette purse. I
really thought it was a woman until she sat down next to me and I got a good look at her five o'clock shadow and the faint
hint of mustashio. And so it goes. There's always someone more fabulous than me. I travel half way around the
world to a place where I am the only white person for miles and I get upstaged by a mumbai trannie. I need a better
sari.
9:31 am edt
Sunday, May 29, 2005
what is a rupee to you?
I'm not really sure what to write but I feel compelled to make some kind of entry here since I am now in Mysore and have
started finding my way around, sort of. There are all kinds of crazy bird sounds in the morning but I can't see them.
I keep thinking about the "Ladies Frisking Area" at the security point at both the Bombay and Chennai airports. I figure
it was so much fun the first time why not do it twice? It's not everyday that I get a good frisking. Behind a
curtain no less by a sweet lady in a sari holding a menacing hand-held metal detector and passing it all over my body, them
feeling me up from head to toe. It was more like a costume fitting than a security check. Given my short experience
with handing out 20 rupee notes to everyone who does something helpful for me, I felt that I should tip her for doing such
a good frisking job. But then it may have been mistaken for a bribe and I could have ended up in Indian Airport jail
and then had a movie made about the great efforts made to secure my release by the American government and the media, and
of course my family. It was a very dramatic frisking and the cameras were rolling for the whole drama all the way through
my dramatic rescue - but then I wouldn't want to leave because of course I would have served my sentance at a WOMEN'S prison
guarded by sweet natured, sari-wearing lady prison guards. I have to tell my rescuers that I can't return with them
becaue I had developed close relationships with my captors.
8:24 am edt
Friday, May 20, 2005
first offense
Absolutely no packing has taken place. According to "Lonely Planet", "Frommers" and "Culture Shock,
India" and "my mother", I should be packed already. They also said that I should pack, wait a few days, then
take out half of the clothes. So far in the huge pile on the floor that is destined for the duffel, there are no clothes
anyway, only health and beauty aids and first-aid items to protect my delicate American constitution from potentially harmful
Indian protozoa and micro flora. Don't drink the water!
12:18 pm edt
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
i leave in a week
need I say more?
4:25 pm edt
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