Ah, it’s the tail end of October, the month of much festivity, pomp and hocus-pocus in the Hindu Bengali calendar.
It’s also the month of your writer’s birth, hint, hint, my blogworms. 😉
It’s also been the month where I’ve sat my first French exams; yes I’ve been learning French for the past couple of months, you see, so don’t be too surprised if you suddenly find me chipping in a word of Francais now and then. 🙂
This October has also been the month where I spent the first half on holiday with my husband and his side of my family, which has been interesting to say the least.
I’ve always been curious when it comes to meeting and interacting with people, old and new, doesn’t matter to me much. But what is said and left unsaid,when you’re in a throng of people who you know and don’t really know and then don’t know at all is something that fascinates me a lot!
We all know that cultures vary, so much so that they vary from city to city, but this variation also meanders into one locale to another and that’s something I’ve noticed on this holiday.
Societies and the people that make them can be generous and misleading at the same time; I’ve found some values criss-cross and inter-lace so much that I’m left confused. For example, if wearing a sari (that reveals the midriff) is respected, how come wearing a maxi dress (that covers everything) is frowned upon when worn in public?
I’m not being judgmental here, or maybe I am a tad, but are my observations ‘Western’ or simply matter-of-fact?
We have standards and then we have double standards and then we have some people who just want to enjoy their holiday!
And what is wrong with that, may I ask? 🙂
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