Week three, have done alot of work with the night school boys this week. Which has been really fulfilling. At first I was frankly scared of them, they are of a group of 19 yr olds who were sent from a village in Uttar Pradesh where they were living, to Delhi - where they work from about 7 until 9 in the markets and live in utter poverty (sleeping in a park) so that they can send home all the money they earn to their families who have huge debts. They also have to pay for their wife's debts, as most of them are married off by 16. When asked none of them can tell me their wife's first name...
But they have turned out to be really friendly and grateful if you spend some time with them. Took five out to lunch on saturday, and had some very slow conversation as most of them can't speak alot of english. We found out that some came to Delhi when they were 8 and have been working there ever since.

There's been alot of torretial rain over the last couple of days, not alot of fun when you have a large crack in your roof which deposites a stream of water onto your pillow throughout the night. But at least it deddens the stench of the city a little.

I found out a while ago that all of the beggars at Connaught Place and the Traffic lights are run like a business. The employer offers them a salary and props (bleeding baby etc.) and gives them a safe pitch, and the beggar gives the Employer all of the money that they collect during the day. So by giving them money you are funding Delhi's criminal underground circuit, or terrorism, or something, which is lucky because I haven't given them any money yet.