An introduction to the people of Deoghar

I don’t think people, as a rule, do this enough - praise other people. I have heard on many occasions people saying how unfriendly people can be when they are on their travels. This also seems to be mainly, but not solely, connected to capital cities. You ask for directions and someone ignores you. Well having thought about this I think it’s pretty obvious really, you, with your giant rucksack who are lucky enough to have days and days off work are asking someone, who is probably busy going somewhere in a language they don’t understand where to go. Put yourself in their shoes…you’re busy, just want to grab a coffee and a wee before you brave the ever burgeoning travel system in said city and yet another person is there, giant rucksack full of rubbish they don’t need, getting in your way, can’t find the building directly in front of them shouting at you in a language you don’t know. I’d be pretty grumpy too.

Sorry I digress. The reason I wrote this blog is thankfully I have the complete opposite problem. The people here in the little town of Deoghar are, more often than not, delightful. Where else could you be walking down the street and someone pulls up on their motorbike to give you a snippet of information about the thing you’re trying to arrange/purchase and then they’re off. I don’t know their name nor have I ever seen them again but they’re jolly helpful. Spotting me isn’t that difficult before you get concerned that I’m being stalked.  I think their deduction prowess would be questioned when trying to find Wally.

I was also stood at the shop trying to buy groceries when a gentleman spotted me from the top of the street and came down to help me in translations, he didn’t want to buy anything he just wanted to help me. This also happens when I’m buying vegetables from the side of the road. I have got the hang of asking for things and the weights but numbers still defy me. So paying for things I’ll more often than not be referring to my little notebook of numbers (how sad) when I’ll hear someone shout – that’s 42!

Sometime it can go a little wrong; numbers of people for example can hinder rather than help. Rickshaw drivers attract a lot of attention so it can get to the point that you don’t know where on earth you’re going or how much it’s going to cost but you’re shoved into a rickshaw and off you pop, it usually works out and I get to the right destination, hey 9 times out of 10 isn’t bad!

So thank you people of the little town of Deoghar, I appreciate your help very much.