It’s 8 am and I’m writing on the roof of the office after a great nights sleep.
Yesterday we woke up and after a chai and boiled egg with Sahil we ventured out for a shave and a haircut at his local barber. For $2 I got a straight razor shave and a haircut. I was amazed at how efficiently the blade cleaned my ragged face up. Clumps of reddish hair tumbled to the floor and I was suddenly 14 again.
We snacked on fried bread from a nearby store while Sam and Avi got mini massages in the back room. Back at the office we met about the school financials relatively inefficiently. I think its important going forward that we communicate that the quality of the contribution in a meeting carries more weight than the quantity. Sometimes people get caught up in the resonance of their own voice I think.
After the meeting we cabbed to Basantapur to walk around with Mike and Aryan. We slipped the (allegedly) best lassi in Kathmandu and bought marigold flowers to thank Sahils family for the upcoming dinner that evening. Aryan and Mike explained the significance of the Kuwari, a “living god” selected from the Newari caste. In the selection process, a handful of 4 year old girls from the eligible Newari families are placed in a dark room. The girl that does not cry and remains calm becomes the next Kuwari. The Kuwari lives in a temple in Kathmandu, donning traditional garb for daily public appearances before her reign ends with the start of her period.
Sahils family cooked us a great meal for dinner and we debated the validity of a law in Canada that legally requires you to refer to a person by their chosen pronoun (there are more than 60… he, she, they, z, q, etc). At the heart of the debate was the question: Can you prevent people from being assholes through legislation?
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