What eye-opening things are there in India?

Interesting fact 1: There is a snack on the streets of India that we can see in every city here. It is a kind of fried dough fruit. It is broken first, poured with sauce, and then Put it into a small dry cylindrical leaf and hand it to the diners. It seems that the sauce is made of food such as leeks. The most peculiar thing is that the vendor will use the big finger of his left hand to smash the fried fruit, and then Add seasonings to it.

The left hand, in our familiar memory, is used by Indians to wipe their buttocks. At that time, the stall owner saw that I was looking at it with great interest, and he actually asked me if I wanted one, which scared me. He waved his hands and said: NO, NO, NO!

Interesting fact 2: Since I go out to various scenic spots early in the morning, I can often see Indian men bathing in well water. Well water should be a municipal facility, and it seems that it is provided free of charge. Although Kolkata is a bit hot during the day, it is winter after all, so it is still cooler in the morning and evening, and the well water must be cold too. These Indian men are wearing aprons and towels. You are brushing your teeth next to me, and I am pressing water here, chatting and greeting each other. It is an orderly and lively scene. It is a very interesting scene.

I admire their spirit of braving the cold and bathing in well water every morning, and at the same time, I am confused. Don’t they say that Indians don’t like to be clean? So why do you take a bath every morning? I was stunned when I saw these scenes, which completely subverted my previous imagination. The photos are the most naked evidence! Of course, I also admire myself for actually daring to photograph Indian men taking a shower on my second day in India! When I sent a message on WeChat at that time, a friend asked me: How brave are you, how dare you photograph an Indian man taking a shower, without fear of being mobbed? My answer: When I take pictures, I don’t think too much about it. I just take pictures if I find them interesting! And, isn’t it very safe? Aren’t Indian men still showing me friendly smiles in front of the camera? From that time on, my fear of Indian men began to decrease~

Interesting fact three: India is very poor in change. There are vendors in front of banks who specialize in changing change. Each person can only exchange up to 2,000 per day. Rupee change, according to the guide, Indian autorickshaw and TUTU drivers will not excuse themselves as having no change, so we prepare 150 rupees of change every day. Once, Mr. P wanted to pat the hawker aunts who were changing coins to make a living in front of the bank. When the aunt saw her, she immediately covered the stacks of change in the stall in front of her with the hem of her sari skirt and yelled at Mr. P. We hurried away. I left. Although I was scolded, I smiled happily~~~The reason is: I saw that Mr. P was bolder than me when he first arrived in India, was more comfortable than me, and had more fun than me. I felt deeply unhappy, so I was very happy to see Mr. P being scolded by a tough Indian lady, hahaha! And after every interesting event, he used WeChat to record Mr. P's various "glorious" deeds, which made all the judges burst into laughter.

Interesting fact 4: Tickets for museums in Kolkata are quite cheap for Indians. One ticket only costs 5 rupees, which is equivalent to 5 cents in RMB. However, the ticket price for foreigners is ridiculously high. , it actually costs 100 rupees, 10 yuan. We thought it was incredible at the time, why is it so expensive? Do you want it to be that exaggerated? We couldn't accept it and decided not to go in. We just took pictures at the door. There were many Indian college students at the door. Under my initiative, they all co-operated in taking pictures with us. Although they are not the most beautiful Indian beauties, they are better than nothing. . Visiting the Victoria Museum, when I entered to buy tickets, the ticket seller asked me if I was Indian. I thought I was buying with Indian currency, so I answered yes. As a result, the uncle actually sold Indian tickets: 10 rupees. Equivalent to RMB 1, can I say lucky? But after thinking about it, why does the uncle want to sell tickets to Indians? Do I look like an Indian? Am I very dark? When entering the museum, the police officer also checked the tickets. After he looked at the tickets, he looked at us and still let us go. Instantly, our confidence dropped to the lowest point~~~ If we had known this, then we should have bought Indian tickets when we went to the museum. Got it! Later, when I thought about it carefully, I found that there were many Chinese people in Calcutta, and I was wearing floral clothes similar to Indian Punjabi clothes at the time, so it was understandable that the ticket seller and the police officer thought I was Indian.

When I visited the museum, there was a portrait of a nobleman. At first glance, it looked very similar to Mr. P. I was stunned and wanted him to take a photo with me. I also asked the manager if he was an Indian nobleman. The manager answered that he was a British aristocrat, so I asked the manager to compare whether the person in the portrait was similar to Mr. P. The manager looked at the portrait carefully, then at Mr. P. He was also very excited and immediately laughed. Yes, it was indeed very similar. I asked the management to let Mr. P take a photo with the portrait. Of course, I told the management in secret. The rules were that no photography was allowed. In fact, I was giving full play to my international public relations skills. ,Hahaha! The management initially said that taking a group photo was not allowed because the policy did not allow it. But when he saw that there were not many visitors, he quietly told me to take a group photo quickly. He actually walked away immediately and pretended not to see it. I can say that he was very Hit the road? So, I immediately took out my mobile phone and clicked a photo secretly. We laughed, and the management also laughed. The management asked us to take a group photo in a place where photography is not allowed. Everyone was drunk~~~ There was an Indian next to us. We were in a young family, and the young father stared at us with surprised and slightly angry eyes. We immediately turned around and ran away like thieves~~~ We felt so guilty~~~ We kept thinking in our hearts: Brother India, please don’t stare so closely, okay? We just took a photo for some special reason! Everything happens for a reason, everything happens for a reason!