Friday, August 18 My pathetic Hindi

I went to class at 9, and the teacher was two hours late. Nevertheless, we had class. Puran left, so Nikhil and I are the only people left in our house right now. We had dinner with Amber and Tahara at a South Indian restaurant in Connaught Place. My Hindi is not so good; it’s about as good as my Japanese. Which means I can understand 1% of what is said, but communicate with about 30% efficiency. And everyone speaks better English than I speak Hindi. One thing that has proven very useful is being able to read Hindi (even though I don’t know what it means), but at least I can read signs. This means I can read town names and basic information at-a-glance like bus signs, train signs, and other signs in remote parts of the country where English is not commonly used.