Spreading the mother-tongue

I have to admit I never really thought I would do something like teach Hindi, for money at that, and I am talking real good money here. And to be precise, I am not doing it yet. But I am supposed to start soon. With all due respect to the moolah, what really gets my goat about this proposition is that there are actually people wanting to pay all this money to learn Hindi. And I have been told by my future employer that these people are basically big companies. We are talking real big companies here, the likes of Bloomberg, Shell, the Blackstone Group, and such. I don't know what they are doing learning Hindi, but it does make me feel good to see that they are doing it. And not just because I am going to gain financially from it.

Anyway, when I went for the job interview yesterday, I felt compelled to shave my almost 4 week old beard. Its a shame that I couldn't keep it till tomorrow, when I have my visa application. I had been told by all and sundry that I should shave it before the visa application, lest I be taken for a Muslim in general, or a terrorist, to be more specific. And I really wanted to try that out, to see exactly how fucking stereotyping and stupid the authorities here can be. Maybe I would have been pleasantly surprised, or maybe I would have been forced to buy a really expensive ticket back home. But too late to find out one way or the other now. Damnit.

Anyway, since I am going to be teaching Hindi soon, it is tempting to write a few posts in Hindi. Perhaps the next one, since I have to retire for my flatmate's birthday celebrations at the moment.