geneva convention

My grandma does not know how to read (or write) English. When I was a kid I always used to wonder how she felt not able to read anything, everywhere you go in India things are written in English, be it the label on a jam bottle or the cooking instructions on a Maggi pack (I wonder how she knew how to make Maggi ) or be it the currency value on a note (she can differentiate between the currency notes though!)
I used to wonder how she felt; now I don’t anymore, thanks to Geneva (read it as Genève try the best French accent you can). Everything here is in French, the people the labels the currency the public announcements everything, sometimes I feel even the wind is so French it does not talk to me. I feel so strange, I can’t even pick up on random discussions happening on around me anymore. Do you know what is the worst part, the worst part is the keyboard! It types in English all right, but it is a French keyboard, which means what was supposed to be a ‘Z’ is a ‘Y’ and which means my mails now read ‘Hi, how are zou?’ and it also means I have to spend a good 30 seconds searching for a single quote on the keyboard!
All said and done, things aren’t so bleak here. There are farms filled with sunflowers next to office, infact these days its flowers everywhere, on the roads, on the roundabouts (reminds me of Chandigarh) on the window sills, everywhere! And what’s more, these guys know their perfumes (even outside FIRMENICH), their chocolates and their desserts. And what’s more I know the French for chocolate too  (‘Chocolat‘; in case u were wondering! ). Here’s to French, the French and the Lindt Orange dark bar lying on my table, room temperature the way I like it!