Looks like I am adapting to the life of India sooner than I expected. First, the tourist feel is vanishing, the prove is that I took much less photo today. The route between office and guest house is the same, so I have seen the view on the way. I am no longer excited seeing cows on the road. It is so common here that there is nothing to excite about.
Second, I am working like an Indian, which means work 12 hours a day. Question and problems are piling up, I don’t enjoy any slacking time. I went to the office in eight thirty in the morning and leave at seven thirty. Add the time I spent on answering email back in the guest house, I am effectively working 12 hours a day. I talked to the other guy who had spent already a month here, he is working 12 hours a day every day too. The Indian guys needs lots of baby sitting, you can’t just leave them alone or they will definitely screw things up.
Third, I am used to Indian food. I have no choice but eat Indian food for lunch. I am no idea what I am eating, some mysterious yellow and orange sauce. I asked what it is, my Indian colleagues try their best explaining to me, but the information is hopelessly lost in translation. At the end, I only know the dry sauce is called curry, the watery sauce is called something else start with letter d.
My life will soon to degrade to work, sleep, work, sleep. I asked the secretary in the office to arrange some short trip for me in the weekend. Hope the weekend will be more fun that the work day.