cihts is such a wonderfully weird place. sometimes it drives me crazy, but most of the time i love how bizarre things can be.

i was intending to write a really long post about one of my evenings last week, but i think it's enough to say this: the evening was spent watching a documentary film about muslim tibetans in ladakh who don't like speaking urdu, followed by the director, a tibetan man, singing and dancing to a song about the dalai lama in hindi. and then we had a sing-along.



and this was all perfectly normal.