Category: India

Travels from India

August 11, 2007

Take a deep breath. Slowly. In and out. In and out. What is it like? Refreshing? Hydrating? Relieving? As if life is flowing in and out of your lungs? Not for us. At least, not yet. By tomorrow India will be confined to our memories; part of a seamless web of distant eclectic moments, events and experiences that never quite appear real. Now however we are still in the country where pollution manifests itself into a corporeal substance of viscous, asphyxiating smoke and where vehicles garner their pride and prestige not through the size of their engines or the sleekness…

Read on...36 Hours to Go (ah!)

July 28, 2007

If you out into the streets today you are sure of a big surprise. These streets, of course, are not conventional contraptions which provide safe and efficient transport to the masses whilst also generating a necessary gateway to their respective towns and cities. No, these are the streets of India. Here humans behave like animals and animals like humans. Once, we saw a public urinal with three urinating against its outer wall. But in India, that is normal. What else is normal? Camels, cows, pigs, dogs, cats, goats, monkeys, rats…and one elephant. No, not in a zoo, but in the…

Read on...Noah’s Ark

July 11, 2007

The Delhi dilemma was swiftly resolved as we finally fled from the depraved city the following day after our previous diary entry. It was not that however. At 20:00 on the night we posted our last entry, an employee for the company who we booked our tickets with, entered the apartment we were residing in and demanded us to pack our bags immediately. We were being transferred to another abode. Averse to this prospect, but complicit due to diffidence, we scurried around packing our belongings, bemused and confused, ready to leave within five minutes. Unfortunately that atmosphere in the new…

Read on...Up, Up and Away…

June 29, 2007

So it begins…again. Delhi, Delhi, Delhi. Why have we written this capacious city’s name three times? Because we have remained here for three days longer than initially intended. Is that due to its salubrious skyline? The senuous aroma of a distant, exotic, foreign city with an array of enticing smells and spices? A sense of kinship with the people who reside here? Oh, no. Of course not. Delhi is swathed with a thick, viscous cloud of pollution. Everything on the road – cars, buses, rikshaws, bicycles and cows – is perpetually rummaging around without any direction or care for the…

Read on...And we’re back!