Very Un-Luke

If India is an exercise in patience, I am grossly out of shape. I like to think of myself as a naturally relaxed, uncomplicated sort of person who doesn't rouse to anger without due cause. India, it turns out, is providing ample cause. Not an hour goes by that I'm not presented with a situation (or person) that irritates unecessarily. Drivers deliberately take detours and then try to charge more than the agreed price, people shove their way to the front of whatever line happens to exist, and the food (though delicious) often takes twice as long to get to me as it does to the two Indians sitting right next to me, and so much more. And of course, EVERYONE tries their damndest to get me to part with extra rupees.
Now, I don't mind putting up with all of these vexing scenarios, provided there is a reason for it. So far, I've yet to see anything worth writing home about (hence the lack of journals). The south is simply uninteresting from my perspective as a first time visitor. I've finally had it up to here (right up around the bridge of my nose), and I'm flying from here in Bangalore up to Mumbai tonight. I'm optimistic that the northwestern desert state of Rajastan will provide some sites worth visiting. If not, I think I'm going to punch someone soon. Anyone'll do.
The kid sitting next to me (who, incidentally, runs this internet shop) is looking at porn with nothing resembling discretion. Earlier this morning, a man took a break from cleaning the bathroom to watch me pee. What the hell is going on here?!