Thought for the day.

Can you go blind if really, REALLY hard rain goes in your eyes?


Of course not. Although it did cross my mind in the midst of another feck-off downpour this morning. However, I was particularly fragile this morning after yesterday's 'Children's Day'. Now I am all for public holidays; in fact they're fantastic. But I really don't understand how the Indian economy isn't in absolute freefall with the amount of time they get off. Anyhow, my position for the day at the school was as Chief Sandwich Judge (caps emphasising importance) for the sarnie-making competition that each child got to have a crack at during the day. Now, they don't make a lot of sandwiches over here, (I spotted an Indian in a cinema with one once but I think he was a bit odd.) so making the sandwiches was a bit of a novelty for the kids and the teachers told them to bring in their own vegetables and we'd provide the bread. Of course, everyone knows that vegetables are disgusting but I let them off because, as teachers, they had to be seen to be promoting the 'right thing'. Having tasted around 50 sandwiches, I decided the winning sandwich had to be Vassant and Sonya's creation which was much the same as all the others but they'd had the ingenuity to chuck a fried egg on top.

Vassant and Sonya's Recipe:

1 Carrot (chopped)
1 Red Onion (chopped)
1 White Radish (chopped)
Mint Leaves (???)
1 Egg (fried)
Butter (spread evenly)
Bombay Mix (Obviously not called that here)
2 Slices White Bread
Ketchup (Spread evenly)

It was pretty nice, actually. Although the same cannot be said for a Carrot, onion and strawberry jam bap that I had to tuck into a bit later.

The rest of the day was a success save for having to dance in front of the school with the other volunteers at the end. I plumped for a mixture of riverdance and twostepping in order to avoid looking a total chump.

I have another day off for a Muslim fest called Bakrid tomorrow. Obviously i've no idea what that entails and to be perfectly honest, i'll probably choose to ignore the nitty gritty unless someone shouts an explanation directly into my ears.