I've got white skin, stare at me!!!

you get stared at a LOT here...
i am in an internet cafe with people who are PAYING to use their computers, but instead you'd think that they had paid just to stare at the white girl with curls!!!
I dont know, maybe the netcafe has a sign out the front advertising "white people sometimes come here, want to watch them? only 20 rupees"... i wouldnt know... i cant read an ounce of gujurati...
its so awkward...
i cant even bare to have hari looking over my shoulder, let alone a group of sweaty indian men, who havent yet worked out the perks of deoderant, wearing their striped office shirts and way-too-tight-on-the-bum flare jeans :(
this place is weird nah!
we are something like celebrities here, all the kids clamber around you trying to squeeze their way in for a handshake, every old folk gives you delightfully-ghetto head nods, every young man calls out "what is this!?", "hello", or "good morning" [even if its dark out], or whatever small english they know. All the street kids ambush you calling out "gora, gora" [white, white]... its because we're white... and we're not even that white!! well, i am... but hari's got some kind of tan :P
I'm gonna miss being a "star" on the indian streets...
at home, my neighbours don't even know me, let alone scramble for a handshake :P
who wouldnt miss that! haha.

sometimes, no... ALL the time, drivers spend so much time staring at us on the street side that they cause way too many near death experiences for the drivers around them. I'm just hanging out for a crash!! All year, and not one of them are yet to crash... sure, its a little nasty but i want them to learn their lesson.
[their "lesson" being something about not staring at white people or you get horribly [but cure-ably] injured in car crash... that'll work]

All for now.