Sunday, August 31, 2008
So this is what an Indian blog looks like.
After 7+ weeks of living in Southern India, a lot of "big talk" on my part, and in response to public humiliation by family members, I am finally doing the blog thing. It seems pretty simple so I really have no excuse . I hope to post pictures frequently and share a few stories about different interesting encounters, travels, adventures in cuisine, and other parts of everyday-ordinary-life in Chennai, India. Since my purpose for posting is to keep you (my friends and family) updated on what in the world I'm doing over here, please feel free to tell me what YOU want to see or hear about - I'll do my best.
Oh, and regarding the name of the blog...it was an easy choice really. After about 2 weeks in India I could barely keep track of how many times I encountered the phrase "All the best"...at the end of conversations, on billboards, on baked cakes, when someone bumped into me, and constantly on television. It's everywhere. But what I find really fascinating is that I'm yet to find anyone who has the same observation...locals and ex-pats both look at me blankly when I ask, "Isn't it crazy how much people love saying 'All the best' here?" After a recent fruitless attempt to convey my point to a friend, I glanced outside our car window and of course there's a giant sign advertising cell phones with a picture of a "cool guy" holding a phone and the only words printed in large text: "All the Best". I don't get it.
So instead of choosing to fight the colloquialism that has haunted me thus far, I'm making it my own.
All the Best.
-Peter
Oh, and regarding the name of the blog...it was an easy choice really. After about 2 weeks in India I could barely keep track of how many times I encountered the phrase "All the best"...at the end of conversations, on billboards, on baked cakes, when someone bumped into me, and constantly on television. It's everywhere. But what I find really fascinating is that I'm yet to find anyone who has the same observation...locals and ex-pats both look at me blankly when I ask, "Isn't it crazy how much people love saying 'All the best' here?" After a recent fruitless attempt to convey my point to a friend, I glanced outside our car window and of course there's a giant sign advertising cell phones with a picture of a "cool guy" holding a phone and the only words printed in large text: "All the Best". I don't get it.
So instead of choosing to fight the colloquialism that has haunted me thus far, I'm making it my own.
All the Best.
-Peter
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