I need to get out of India

I have 13 days left on my visa and haven't seen the Himalayas yet. 13 days sounds like a long time, but it's not. After I post this I'll look up the penalty for overstaying my visa then weigh the consequeces. I was planning on taking a slow and rough journey through Kashmir to get to Leh. That road hugs the line of control between Pakistan and India so mortar shells could be flying. Unfortunately, I won't get to find out. I'll be heading to Dharamsala to high five the Dalai Lama, then head to Mandi for a second before going to a village (Malana) in the Parvati Valley where I'm not allowed to touch anything or anyone. If I do I pay a fine and they have to sacrafice a goat, which I would have to pay for as well. I'm not kidding.

After I posted statistics about Indian men I ran into a real life example during my not so fun journey from Bikaner to Amritsar. I was at the train station in Jalandhar on very little sleep over the two previous nights. One night I was at the very back of the bus (heading to Bikaner) where the seats don't push back and some asshole decided we would sit six in a space for five. The second night the train arrived late (2am) and I slept until around seven when it got too warm to keep sleeping. This was sort of my fault because I bought the train ticket after arriving in Bikaner (on no sleep) and thought Rs 1600 (about $40) was too much to pay, so I paid Rs 250 (about $5) for a non- AC train car. I should've gone with a little less cash and a lot more comfort (and sleep).

I was going to mention the two examples. The guy at the train station started to talk to me. After a while he tells me he's very happy to be talking to me because he has to take an english proficiency test in order to study over seas, his choice being Australia. He's a good guy, intelligent and just curious about my thoughts of India, the U.S., and George Bush. He hit the right button because I'll tell anyone who wants to listen how much I hate Bush and why he's the ultimate asshole. We talked until our respective trains arrived and I wished him luck on his test and getting into university in Australia.

The second guy I met was on the train to Amritsar. I don't know how the conversation led to him asking me this, but the question was why do you dress this way? I didn't understand what he meant so he goes on about how I don't dress nice enough (for who? him?!?) and I could easily afford to dress better.

Let me describe this asshole for you. He's about a five foot six inch pudgy fuck with too much product in his hair which he keeps slicked back. He's got regular slacks and a button down shirt that's not impressing me, and sunglasses on top of his head. As I'm about to answer him his phone rings and he holds up a finger. I thought about snapping the finger backwards.

After he's done with his call he doesn't let me answer and moves on to a different subject. Women. He asks if I'm married or have a girlfriend. I tell him no and he asks me if I'm saying that because I don't want to tell him her name. I'm about to throw f-bombs all over him. Then he asks if I've ever been in love and I say yes. He asks why didn't I marry her. I didn't want to get married. He says so you just used her and dropped her? I can't fucking believe the never of this guy. Voices are getting raised and I'm drawing stares from people on the train. He goes on about how it's my duty to keep the woman I'm in love with and marry her.

Somewhere in that mess of a conversation we agree to disagree. He tells me he's training to be a flight attendant and wants to work on his english. I told him he needs some more work (and wanted to say most male flight attendants are homosexual).

There. Half of the Indian males I had a conversation with were assholes.