The Shampoo and Toilet paper incident

First I must say this blog is like India. It is chaotic, there is seemingly no order, lots of undone ideas, mistakes, unedited writing, unfinished nor meticulous writing, paragraph that may lead you somewhere and then somewhere else unexpectedly, and it all is only meant to be funny and inspiring at the same time. However and you will understand why after reading this post, there is a mysterious work at hand here, just like there is underneath the chaotic life in India.
Also, in order to understand this post, you must read the one before about the Army Navy Store.

Kullu - November 21st.

As I am reading my first post now that I am in India, I am laughing out loud. Little did I know that this shopping experience was a precursor to my experience here in India. Never underestimate anything in life cause you don't always know why things are what they are until later. And This is why.
I realize now that the first post I wrote on the Army Navy Store was actually a pretty good boot camp style preparation for going shopping. The exact things I was bothered by in that store, are what is the most challenging thing here in India (Ie: smell an chaos) Oh my goodness, I will spare you a lot of details cause I could be writing for hours and hours on how yaaacccccky it can be but there is nothing like the smelly dusty dark messy crowded cheap looking chaotic gloomy stores of India.
Anyhow, I have been here for about 10 days now and I am just starting to see and discern what stores sells amongst the chaos they display. The only thing I can say is that I was looking for shampoo and it took me two days to find some in a store even though it was just down the street I live on and I had gone there already once to buy some tea. Truth behold, I might brain might not be a genius brain but I am not that dumb. But, I got to say, the chaos in India offers a great challenge and humbling experience to my great intelligent mind. And I am not the only one who has gone thru this very same experience. The front stores are totally chaotic and the inside of the store are even more chaotic. Not speaking or understanding the Indian accent, I don't dare asking and well, it took me two days to locate a shampoo bottle in a store I had already visited that is as big as a large closet. Thank goodness the same did not happen when I needed to desperately buy toilet paper. I was in that situation the first time I was in Kullu, just few days ago. The day I arrived, I got sick with the usual stomach ache and diarea. I had just settled in my little Indian style flat, and all of a sudden, there it is, I find myself squatting on the toilet when I realized there was no paper. I had just assumed there would be some since these apartments get rented to westerner. But no, and no where in India do you find toilet paper in the bathroom. The only thing you have is a cold water hose and a bucket of water in front of you. Yeah right, good luck with that...and so with no paper, well, yes I dare to say (since I just learned this expression not too long ago), you are literally shit out of luck. Luckily for me, I was not alone and instead of reaching out with my hands, I yelled at Brian who came to my rescue after running down to the store and buying me a roll of toilet paper. Needless to say now I carry it every where I go and I have found the store that sells toilet paper very quickly. I got to say, I also find a store with window and a nice organized selection of imported goods like Nutella, cans peaches and pinapple, pesto sauce and pasta. So I am cooking my first meal tonight!! Yeah, Celebrate!!
Anyway, if you find yourself wanted to get a little piece of India, (even though I am afraid it is total luxury in Indian standards), go to the Army Navy Store. And I will humbly say, I am grateful to the Army Navy Store for this precursor experience to shopping in India.