Depending on the types of interactions I’ve had all day, I either feel that everyone here is out to rob/screw me, or is trying to just make an honest living.
For example, I’m sometimes overcharged 30 rupees for an autorickshaw ride of under 4 kilometers. I never know when and how much to haggle, and when I should let the 50 cents go (50 cents, Sapna, that’s it!).
On the one hand, the overcharging frequently occurs, and I remind myself I can buy two oilee wadas (deep fried onion balls in batter) or a bus ride the same distance for under 5 rupees.
On the other hand, $ and an American passport make me a privileged visitor.
I wish someone had told me the following before I got here:
The best thing is to have in mind how much the distance you’re going might cost, to up your bargaining power. Also, it helps to be Malayalee (and a good Malayalam speaker, so no help for me!).
There’s a great and funny passage about caste and being a driver in India in a book I’m currently reading called the White Tiger (by Aravind Adiga). It does a much better and funnier job of summarizing everything I want to convey in this post. I’d quote it, but I’m listening to the book on tape, and I admit I’m avoiding dictation since that is an activity I frequently have to to in my Malayalam class….