Impromptu Hindu

Our fam threw us a curveball this weekend and sprung an all day God-fest on us this past Sunday. Normally these Hindu holidays, or Hindlidays, are fine and dandy. This time we had one day's notice and absolutely zero explanation of what was expected of us and what we were doing. The past two religious affairs we've been able to enjoy from the comforts of home, leaving little room for embarrassment. This time it was very public. It's pretty obvious that we're outsiders, and Jenna and I have grown to stomach the stares somewhat, but this time it was really bothering us. We were really irked by our family's negligence of instruction. Neither of us knew why we were there or what to do while there. It turns out that, we also had to prepare food for upwards of 400 people (we think, we dipped out very early) after the pomp and circumstance of the prayers and tika procession (which is when a mark is put on the forehead).
Long story short, people laughed at us constantly, I burned my fingertips on 700 pieces of fried dough, there was no drinkable water, and, well...whatever. It was crappy. Even the people who we know are nothing but nice seemed to get under our skin.
Jenna thinks it's a language thing, and she's probably right. We both took it a little too personally, but all in all it was a crappy day. It's too bad too, because all of our students were there and we didn't even get to say "hey". Later in the day we found out it was all for world peace, which is a cause worthy of a few charred fingertips.