In the Circus

Recently I figured out a kind of metaphor that might approximate my situation and feelings on my study and research tour in India - at least a bit.
In a way I often times feel like if I was in a circus, a huge circus. There are innumerable people sitting in the ranges. And they all are watching me in the arena! However I realize that it is not me who is the artist. I just happen to be in the center of that virtual arena for being an exotic European - rather in the role of a clown that behaves in a strange or wrong way. And all the masses around me, staring at me, are the actual artists. Artists in life...
So what happens, they keep on gazing at me, all the time. Sometimes smiling, often with an indescribable expression of suffering from hunger, another time full of amazement for seeing a foreigner, calling "Where U from?", often trying to sell their merchandise or services and sometimes even shouting (at me or just around in a lunatic way) for no obvious reason.
And I do my thing, eat with cutlery, use my left hand for unimaginable things, wear shoes on places where it is not expected to do so (causing some of that shouting from a local intervening with a proper reason), blow my nose or take pictures.

And there even are elephants and monkeys, just like in a circus - So what else could this be than a circus?

Well... call it 'incredible India'.

Namaskar!


That's a tasty toe!
:-P