Until now I could not have any food in my room. My 50 or so roommates (read: ants) would always get to it before I did.
Problem: The medicine I am taking requires honey. Ants like honey.
My solution: Put honey in a ziplock bag. Take that ants!
Problem 2: How do you say ziplock bag in Hindi?
My Hindi teacher's solution: Put the honey in a dish filled with water. Ant's can't swim.
Lesson: Sometimes the most low tech solution is the best. Thanks!
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Wednesday, April 5, 2006
Tuesday, April 4, 2006
Fire alarm?
An open fire, no matter how small, inside a jewelry shop should at least give someone pause. Not in India.
While purchasing a pair of earrings for my mom-in-law, I turned to notice a small fire burning under the showroom stairs. I was the only one who seemed remotely alarmed by our ability to make s'mores while perusing fine jewelry.
Having been here a few weeks, I have learned to go with the flow. So, rather than make a mountain out of a briskly burning molehill, I turned my attention to my purchase.
The clasp on one of the earrings needed adjustment. The resident goldsmith was summoned, retrieved the earrings and disappeared to make the repair. A few moments later he reappeared to say that the adjustment needed to be made offsite. I agreed to pick-up the earrings the next day.
As I left, I was startled to see the goldsmith comfortably squatting beneath the stairs. What I had thought was an errant flame was in fact a rudimentary forge. Of course. Silly me.
While purchasing a pair of earrings for my mom-in-law, I turned to notice a small fire burning under the showroom stairs. I was the only one who seemed remotely alarmed by our ability to make s'mores while perusing fine jewelry.
Having been here a few weeks, I have learned to go with the flow. So, rather than make a mountain out of a briskly burning molehill, I turned my attention to my purchase.
The clasp on one of the earrings needed adjustment. The resident goldsmith was summoned, retrieved the earrings and disappeared to make the repair. A few moments later he reappeared to say that the adjustment needed to be made offsite. I agreed to pick-up the earrings the next day.
As I left, I was startled to see the goldsmith comfortably squatting beneath the stairs. What I had thought was an errant flame was in fact a rudimentary forge. Of course. Silly me.
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