Donnerstag, 3. Mai 2018

In my world of 'Madame' and 'Ma'am'

As soon as I entered the airplane, I was back. Back being a Ma'am.
Besides, that I do not see myself as a madame or even ma'am and I guess I never will. It is such a polite way of addressing someone. Does it make me fifty years older? Yes! Do I like it even tho? Yes, I do!
The last time I was in India, we were called sister. Older women are aunties and men are whether brothers or uncles. It is not for nothing, that India is called one big family. A family of more than a million members? Yepp it is. It does not matter if you are a stranger, friend or family member you are always of the family.
Unfortunately, since I am not working with kids anymore I am the Ma'am. Cap driver, the seller on the street markets treat me very polite, but more in an official way. So I am 'Ma'am'.

My first days were exciting. I entered my Airbnb flat and met one of the greatest hosts. Mister Charan is not only a great host. He is an absolute caring, friendly and open-minded guy. He helped me out instantly when I did not know where to go. My first Airbnb flat was in general fine. But in the moment I entered I did not feel comfortable. The people around did not speak English and they did not know how to act around me. I guess on both sides we were not too comfortable. But still, everyone was friendly and welcoming. So, I needed to make a quick decision. I am staying for one month and I want to get as much as I can out of my time here. I decided to contact Mister Charan and explained my situation. We were in contact before, so I knew that he is a host on Airbnb and he has great reviews. He is hosting many travelers and when I arrived we were around six people from Russia, China, France and now Germany. But the constellation of people in the flat change nearly every day.
Without knowing me, he picked me up in my old hostel with all my luggage and brought me to the apartment with his scooter. Everything within one hour. I cannot explain the relief of having people like him around.
The first thing he did when we arrived at the place, was making a Mango Lassi and sat down with me. For any reason, I am not the biggest Mango fan in the world, but THAT particular Lassi was the best I've ever had and I ever will have.
Dead after 24h of traveling, And yes, the yellow table is a bathtub :D


In the moment he answered me and offered to pick me up right away, I thought, that people like him give people like me the chance to travel like I travel. I would not be able to travel alone in New Delhi if there would not be such great, helpful and selfless guys like him. At any time, he is available for answering questions in person or by the phone like "Where do I get an Indian Simcard?", "How do I get to my working place?! and "Where the hell do I get a hairbrush when I forgot mine at home?".
Ma Gethoo



The first time I heard "Sharing is caring" was three years back when I was in India the first time. And that exact sentence fits still so well. Additionally, of being a good host we made some plans to paint the town red. Get to know his friends, seeing nice places to relax and have a beer and get a little insight of Delhi. I know that it is not his job to do all those things for us travelers, but he does it with such an implicitness.
Me myself and so many people could learn a thing or two from him.
Thanks, Dude!

Bis bald, Johanna


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