Too many people...

Today I was kicked, punched, pushed, squeezed. I hit, pushed and bumped into many others. Completely normal in this city. No one would say sorry, get angry or just react on this. In a city, which is so overpopulated, that 75% of the households consist of hardly more than 1 room, and 50% of the people either live in slums or are simply homeless, this is just part of life.

I spent last weekend in Delhi. Simone, my flatmate and office colleague constantly compares the two cities - to Delhi's advantage. I must say, now after my newest visit after two and a half years: She is right. The best: the metro. You feel out of India, too clean, too modern, busy, but not cramped. Not exactly the Mumbai local train.
I actually went there to attend a Punjabi wedding of a colleague of Juliana's. From the first moment we were "part of the family".
To all who have the opportunity: attend an Indian wedding. How it is? Well, I constantly remembered my sister's wedding, where the priest urged the crowd to start with the ceremony on time, as the next wedding would be scheduled already "in another 30 minutes". Here of course things are more relaxed, particularly the timing. Only the procession (where the bridegroom rides on a horse to the widow's family's house to fetch his girl) took us roughly 2 hours. And it is not ONE ceremony, but dozens of seemingly randomly scheduled little ones. Interestingly, on those happening AFTER the wedding itself, only the bride attended, but not her family, only the groom's, as now she is a member of HIS family.

Apart of this, I met Dhruv. It fit the happenings of last week, that kept popping up old memories, reminding me of times past. Nice memories and sad losses, current, repeated and future.