Still trying to locate an apartment. I found one in GK which was small but quaint. The problem is, the four of us are having a hard time agreeing. So when I found this one, Rahul said it was too expensive, Shweta said it was too small, and Sid wasn't there but he seems to think we could do better cuz of what he heard from the other two.
In the meantime, I've checked out of the hotel and am going to stay in a PG in Gurgaon with Shweta. Actually, last night I stayed in the vacant PG right next to the one Shweta is staying at. It was a dump. The water didn't work and there was literally poo in the toilet which smelled something fierce and I couldn't flush the toilet. It was the first time since being here that I felt home sick.
Shweta stopped by this morning and told me to come to her PG, she talked to her “aunty” and they got “uncle” to approve me staying until the 1st. This PG is much nicer, cleaner, and the Aunty (although she doesn't speak English) seems very nice.
Tonight I'm going to house hunt with Rahul some more when he gets off work. Right now is the end of fiscal year so his job is pretty demanding but he's taking the time to get an apartment asap for me so I'm not wasting my money...and to spend time with me so I'm not stuck in Gurgaon all the time. Really, Gurgaon is nice if you have a car. Everything is spread out and there's tons of things to see and do and HUGE malls. But rickshaws are hard to come by and the metro isn't finished yet.
Shweta and I have gotten the chance to spend some one on one time together which is nice. I knew of her before coming to India through Rahul and Sid but had never had the chance to interact with her until now. She's a lot like me and thinks in the same way. However, she speaks a million miles per hour. Scratch that, kilometers, and in a hushed tone so I have a hard time understanding her sometimes.
In the evening we went to the local market. She made me try this dish which apparently every Indian loves. It was quite disgusting! Then she made me try a sweeter version. Although it was better, it still wasn't that great. Then we had chai from a chai-walla. She told me Rahul has been sheltering me too much and I need to “experience the real India.” After we were done in the market, we took a rickshaw back to the PG. It felt like a sllllooooowwww roller coaster and it was fun. But I saw a guy tip over in one a few days back so I was nervous. Shweta said to just hold on to the rail and it would be okay.
She and her roommates spent time trying to teach me words in Hindi. They kept arguing over what was important for me to learn. This is why I'd rather take a class =)
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