Back in the Village

I learned one lesson for being an Indian guy. Don't feel sorry for yourself if you are single because your family will give some "young ins" for you to look. Little did I know that this would turn into a competitive issue. My 94 year old grandmother was complaining about my being single. I tried to ignore the issue. Certainly enjoyed the food that my relatives were giving me. Grandmother lives with my uncle as well as his son and his wife. Did I tell you that my cousin has a wife and a 9 month old son. Across their house, her sister and her husband live there and behind their house was her husband's brother and his wife, my cousin. Confused. Well, I haven't cleared way, yet.

My story goes like this. I went to the birthplace of my mother in a village called Manachai. Her late mother (my other grandmother) took care of the home and land. You can look at my previous blog to get the description. I basically chilled at the place with my cousin, Mahesh on guard. Then, something happened. My grandmother's housekeeper showed up with all smiles. I was getting wary. Because I was helping her daughter with her education. Yet, she started talking about getting to know her daughter and shit. Some hours before, Mahesh's wife was upset at me for giving her money for her daughter's education. According to her, it is Indian culture that a person pulls themselves by their bootstraps. What she left out in the conversation is that you can pull your boot straps, legitimately or illegitimately.

Example: If a person ask you for 200 dollars for a haircut that is okay but if they ask just 200 dollars, its not okay. So, she got on me for giving free money. Of course, she made up some bullshit about 500 rupee fee (I checked with the managers, no such thing) to pay the 51, 000 thousand insurance plan that is supposed to benefit me after three years under her watch. But, she worked for it and hell, she has her own salon business. Its not just her but all my cousins felt that way including my cousin at the place I was sleeping at. Though, he was slick, he waited on the last day of my trip for money. First, about 3,000 rupees then went up to 5,000, and then 6,000. He talked the same game about expenses and all. Said he would owe me but I said "pay my father, its his money."

Back to Manachai. The housekeeper started to bring her daughter her along. Couple days before, I told my cousin's brother-in-law that I don't want to look any girls and that I want to marry Americans only! Remembering that thought, my cousin told the two to get back out. I noticed the girl looked well-dressed after school on a day. Hours later, the housekeeper was arguing with my cousin and mentioned that he influenced my decision making. Actually, it was me. I let her know that and told her that you only asked me to pay for her education and that was that. Then, she mentioned some emails that I sent to her, like I was leading her on. I responded that those emails were complementing her completion of her education. You could look it up.

All sorts of things came up of whose to blame. I have heard crazy stories about my parents intervening when other guys at her college wanted this girl. Then, they made secret plans of me and her meeting in the United States. The answer goes to me. I should have kept with the plan of not listening to my parents or anybody when it comes to girls because they always pick either incestuous or underage Indian girls. It just messes things up. The victim here is the girl but I don't feel sorry for the housekeeper in pushing the agenda. I did tell that I'm willing to pay for her daughter's education but no relationship. A few weeks later, I got an email from the daughter about not getting help and could I help pay for next year's education (she has been saying this for the past 3 years). Yet, she said she was going to graduate in a month which is now. I told her show me the letter where you have entered the Masters program and give me your resume so I can send it to others. No answer, yet.

I guess I learned something. Get out. Too corrupt. Time to get back to Pudukkotai and get ready for Malaysia.