Don't ask how we're a registered NGO when actually, I can tell you right now, we're working to become a functioning NGO. Also what we work in is debatable because we really need a vision statement that is a vision statement and not rambling words that resemble something coherent in the English language.
This is important knowledge for the story that follows. Because, apparently, I am a person of importance. In a position of importance. Despite the fact that everything is just beginning and we're sitting in a sparse room on broken chairs using a chalk board to come up with our purpose.
P calls me the other day. Am I coming to the opening? No, WHAT opening? The opening, on Sunday, I delivered the invitation yesterday.
Bear in mind that I get this phone call on Saturday late afternoon. But because I live in a house with people from multiple countries and we live in India and no one can communicate anything ever, obviously this information was not relayed to me.
We go through the whole shabang of why I cannot come and what time am I free and no I am not free to attend the opening and why not and could I please come and no I could not please come. Well can the head man call me? He would like to extend the invitation to you.
This makes no sense whatsoever to me because I have already said no and no one can come but everything here is who you know, contacts make the world spin 'round in rural Punjab, and the last thing I want to do is offend a very important person. So yes, of course, by all means, give this man I don't know my phone number. Please, have him call me.
Now in the span between this phone call and the very important person calling me I am able to find two other interns to attend. Fabulous. I call P. back. He's not so excited. "But YOU cannot come mame?" Fml. Apparently M was right about P wanting a white wife. Or rather, me in particular.
Anyway, VIP calls me. From the manner in which he's talking to me, I am inclined to think P has misled him about who I actually am. I should be wearing high heels and a tight black work suit to be on this side of the conversation. No, I cannot attend, I am very sorry, I am otherwise engaged. Can I send someone on my half? Yes, of COURSE I can send someone on my behalf. Yes, yes, my representatives are very much looking forward to meeting you. Yes, of course, I would be happen to visit your institution at a time convenient for me.
Are. You. Kidding. Me. I have representatives. I'm 22 years old and sitting on my bed in leggings and a stretched out cardigan. Who thought it was a good idea to give me a job? And authority? And a project? That matters. And who decided that I was someone that sends another human being on her behalf. This is absolutely and utterly absurd.
I suppose the wise reflective thing to do would to be to use the end of this blog post to comment on how we are all simply playing roles, acting as we think we best ought to in any given situation, reacting as a real "grown up" would in our place might when in actuality no one ever has an real idea what the heck is going on and we're all just trying our best to look like we do.
But honestly being constantly reflective is tiring and I think we should just enjoy the fact that I have representatives and my life is just fantastically ridiculous.
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