Yesterday was India’s Independence day. This whole time, when people were taking about this Gondy fella, I figured he was some famous Indian actor or something. No, as it turns out he led India to Independence from England in 1947.
They celebrate it pretty much the same way we celebrate the fourth of July – people drinking Budweiser out of beer hats, watching fireworks, and singing the star-spangled banner, and burning effigies of Hugh Grant. Actually, it doesn't seem to be all that big of a holiday. They had Tuesday off and yesterday they just had to show up for an hour in the morning, presumably to talk about Independence day.
They put these miniature paper Indian flags on every child with a pin, which made my life miserable. Every five minutes a child would come up to me and say “uncle, you are putting” and would show me a crumpled up flag with holes in it and a pin. I have no idea how they managed to crumple, rip and tear all their flags in a matter of one hour. A few kids came to me at least three times to fix their flag. I was like, well if you’re just going to tear it off in ten minutes, why do you even want me to put it on?
Kids!
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