Last night, I got the chance to attend and really interesting and fantastic party. The woman who will be my translator for the interviews was excited to have her seven-month-old grandson in town and invited over roughly twenty-five people to celebrate! The event was catered and my plate was stacked high with some of the most delicious food I've had since I've been here. The grandson was adorable. And the company was really interesting. The son whose baby we were celebrating is married to a British woman, lives in Delhi, and works as an accent neutralization specialist. I wish I had a chance to ask him more questions about his job, but there wasn't much time. The other son is an technical engineer who works for one of the American companies that outsources to Delhi (so essentially, he runs IT for an office located in Europe). It was really fascinating...and here is the picture of the adorable spiky-haired child, in the arms of my friend, Smita.
And today was another strike day (which is why I can blog at 2 in the afternoon). A number of people were unfortunately killed in Kashmir yesterday, and it seems like whenever any religious-political clash happens anywhere in India, people of the same political party strike in solidarity. So I'm home for my second strike day this summer, and I'm staying in to avoid the potential chaos (although no violence has broken out at all, these political groups apparently threaten shopkeepers who don't abide by the strike).
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