Of Gems, Nietzsche and Bellinis
March 26, 2009
Most of my friends in Europe think I lead a very glamorous life.
They think a random day of my life in Jaipur involves wearing chiffon saris and diamonds bestowed on me by maharajas. Ordering servants around. Playing with piles of semi-precious gems and drinking bellinis in the cool marble shade of summer palaces.
I wish I were…
...wearing chiffon saris…
I would love wearing chiffon saris every day but the reality is different. At the moment, it’s more cotton salwar kameez, perfect for the hot dry and dusty Jaipur summer but indeed not very sexy. Made of cotton, it’s super light. The very very wide trousers make it possible to sit cross-legged for hours. And thanks to the dupatta (stole), you can move and bend forward to examine stones without revealing anything of your anatomy.
…and diamonds bestowed on me by maharajas.
Of course, I wish I was dripping in diamonds. Sadly I had to give everything back when I took the shocking liberty to dump the so-called maharaja who had given them to me between two fits of drunken rage. Since it was rather a case of running for my life, I was more than happy to send the rocks back. As good old Nietzsche says, “there is no price too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.”
...Ordering servants around.
As I mentioned in a previous post, I am going through a helpless phase. The tattoed witch left me and I have not had the time to search for a replacement. As a result, and as utterly extravagant as it sounds, I make my bed every morning, mop the floor and cook my meals. Yes, I fucking hate it.
Playing with piles of semi-precious gems…
Playing with piles of semi-precious stones is certainly part of my reality. I do sit for hours in spartan white rooms drinking chai while straining my eyes over piles of gems. There is no fan, otherwise the paper bags go flying. And there is no air con because for some reason these guys, even though they own six factories and twelve villages, love to pretend they’re slumming it. Accessing these rooms often involves climbing up very windy stairs and treading over collapsing roofs. But yes, I guess if I’m wearing white, there is an element of glamour to my matching the color scheme.
…and drinking bellinis in the cool marble shade of summer palaces.
If you overlook the fact that they make it with syrup instead of peach juice, yes, I’ll give that one to you, I am a sucker for bellinis.