Thursday, January 28, 2010

Vel! Vel!

Bless me

Thaipusam officially begins tonight ;) Will be off to catch the Chariot procession and do read my photographers survival guide to Thaipusam, should come in handy.

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Thursday, January 21, 2010

Ayirathil Oruvan

Ayirathil Oruvan

I've always been fascinated with the Chola and Pandian dynasty who have always been at loggerheads with each other. If you have read the classic tamil literature Sivagamiyin Sabatham you will know that its based on these 2 dynasties. OPS Mixed up the dynasties - see Krupa's comments for info

The cholas left us stunning architecture - the more famous Thanjai Periya kovil and on this trip I managed two visit another 2 which to mee were more grand then Thanjore itself yet least visited.

Yesterday I watched Ayirathil Oruvan and was blown away. Finally someone took a movie about our amazing legends and history. Brilliant setting and execution. My only gripe were the unnecessary songs in between the important parts like that ghost song and the one in the desert. I loved the background music and (spoiler alert) the amazing nadaraja based on bits of pieces of history (the stone formation better known as stonehedge is actually from europe), the war scene with the tribes, the usage of ancient tamil (transalation would help even ppl like my mom who sing thevaram couldn't understand - i was the only one laughing at the jokes ;p).

Without those 2 songs it would have been brilliant with minor logigal idiocracies. Like if they could fly over the island why were they using boats n land to get there? I wish he would omit those 2 songs and submit the movie to international awards.

I hope more such movies will be done. If the chinese can't create such epics based on their legends why can't we when we have such colourful stories. Kudos to Selvaraghavan for doing and amazing work. Brilliant acting by all too.

ps : apparently lots of ppl don't get the movie so - if u need a synopsis let me know

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Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Fire of the south


Years ago we had been to Thiruvannamalai on a Paurnami day and had witnessed an amazing pooja ritual in the light of the moon. So when we were planning our trip to India last year we made sure we would arrive there on the evening of the full moon day. Now Thiruvannamalai is actually the birth place of my paternal grandfather and amazingly the first ever temple we’ve set foot at in India. Hence we always make it a point of heading there after visiting Kanchipuram.

Thiruvannamalai is home to the Arunachaleshwarar temple which is one of the Pancha bootha temples representing fire. Every Kartigai Deepam devotees hike up the hill (which looks the same from all directions), to deposit ghee which is then lit for 7 days and 7 nights. the interesting thing is the fire is not fed with ghee or protected from rain. And everytime the light is lit it rains.

Plaything Deep in sorrow

We have this whole ritual we follow everytime we’re there that hasn’t changed much from the first time. We’d head for lunch and the first ever lodge in the city that’s nothing but a backpackers place but perhaps the cleanest I’ve seen and with the nicest people, so we’ve stayed there a few times. We usually head there for the lovely lunch spread of the spiciest banana leaf food that is thankfully different from the rest of Tamilnadu.

Light Contemplative

The only problem while I still don’t know the street name, I can direct you to the place without fail if you follow the main town entrance. That’s what I told our lovely driver. We hadn’t started of on a good note but it was nice to see he hadn’t held a grudge. You see I had insisted on hiring an ambassador since we have a huge luggage bag. However our over zealous hotel manager with an ego bigger than his head screwed up our travels. Despite asking him numerous times if everything was ready, the nut never set up the travel details. Thankfully the lovely assistant manager managed to get everything set when he realised the folly of the idiot.

That’s when the driver turns up in a Tata Indica and I flew in a rage at 5 in the morning. Later I find out the poor guy had been woken up just that morning and told to head there to pick us up. Despite the rocky start we got along well since he only spoke when needed. Eventhough we took slightly longer to arrive in Thiruvannamalai then we usually would since he kinda lost his way – he was a pretty nice guy who talked only when needed.

Arriving around 3 pm, there was an unusual number of cops around the town but since we were super hungry we set out to look for our lunch place. We reach the place to find it looking different. I had a bad feeling it had changed hands and true to that, the restaurant was now owned by the owners of the newer more posh hotel in town and sadly the food wasn’t as good. Sigh my favourite food place no longer existed.

Anyway we decide to go find a place to stay near the temple so we won’t need to wake up the driver for our wee hour prayer moments. That’s when the problem began. While circling the town looking for a hotel the waiter had told us, we got wrong directions from a cop which led us out of the main town area. The moment we were out we realised in horror that the city was suddenly swarming with people and all access into town had been closed.

Now I have been there for their famous Kartigai Deepam celebrations numerous times and this was slowly looking like a mini festival for Malaysians just imagine a crowd the size of ¾ of our yearly Thaipusam. Desperate to get a hotel or head to the temple we try the girivalam road backwards and came upon hordes and hordes of people. At one point we couldn’t drive further as the crowd was just too thick. That’s when we spotted a public bus making a turn into a road away from the crowd and decided to follow it.

We drove through instant parking lots, villages i’ve never seen before and such, getting stuck here and there as people desperately tied to get around the blocked roads. It was absolutely crazy. Our driver finally cracks up and we both start cracking jokes on our weird luck. We were cut out of the town in mere 2 minutes! The villagers were standing in their balconies watching the massive jam us outsiders were causing. It was such a scene. We drove into dead ends, reversed our way out, got bicycle riders and auto drivers to guide us here and there and finally 4 hours later we found our hotel.


I rushed in hoping to get a room, though I was pretty sure we wouldn’t with all the crowd in town. As luck would have it, there was one non ac room available for us and I was so relieved I told the receptionist.

4 hour kalichi room kadechade periya vishyam – neengeh booking pohdungeh!
Geting a room after circling for 4 hours itself is a big deal – please just book the room ;p

Now I sometimes test the hoteliers and give a local address and claim to be Indian. My uncles address in Trichy was super easy to memorise so I got away with reciting at such speed most people just gave me a quizzed look and didn’t say much. But I was dealing with a very smart and funny lady.

Her: engehrindu vahringeh
her: where are you coming from
me: Chennai but trichyleh iruhkohm
me: From Chennai but we’re from trichy

Her: Ongeh orulenduh mayilsamy vandhurukareh
her: Mayilsamy has arrived from your town

At the point all I could think was – was she talking about trichy, Chennai or Malaysia and who the hell was mayilsamy???

me: um teriyeleh
me: umm not sure
Her: Malaysia irundhu vandhu ipdhi Trichynu sohlringehle ;p
her: You’re from Malaysia but claiming to be from trichy eh? ;p
me: hehe so how did you know?

Apparently a lot of Malaysians stay there but she was confused for a second coz I was in a saree and she had never seen a Malaysian in a saree. The hotel people from the manager to the wait staff are just lovely people. I had one too many humorous moments with them.

Turns out Mayilsamy was actually a tamil movie comedian (who I couldn’t remember when she asked me) and he was waiting in our room for a bit as they were cleaning up his room. They asked us if we wouldn’t mind waiting for our room first, of course we had no problem. What she didn’t tell us was he was there with actor Lawrence. We found out when we made our way to our room to find them sitting in our room still. They both apologised, smiled shyly (we did the same) and proceeded to the room in front of us. My mom and I had a good laugh as I filled her on who we had seen. Lawrance is an incredible dancer you see. The smiley nonsense continued a few times that evening coz somehow everytime I opened our door to get something from the staff they seemed to be walking outside or opening the door as well. Each time I was tempted to ask him why was he dressed as a cowboy?? ;p

Anyway we cleaned up and told our driver to take the rest of the day and morning off since the temple was just a walking distance away and proceeded to the temple. Only upon nearing the temple did we realise how crazy it was. It was crazy. Now the temple is usually inaccessible on festival days without a politicians letter. If we had known we would have gotten it arranged since we kinda know the local MLA (politician) but since we usually don’t visit family friends and relatives we hadn’t told anyone we were heading to India. You see I have a strict 1 relative/ family friend rule for each trip and that had gone to family in Trichy.

pockets of light Thoughtful

Anyway we decide to leave our slippers at this lady when I met this little kid selling camphor. Now i usually ignore most as they can be very irritating but this gal was interesting. She asked me and when I politely said no, she smiled and walked away. I just couldn’t get her face out of my head but we were in a rush. We decide to get flowers for the temple and I spotted this lovely thick strand of tightly tied jasmine in a style I hadn’t seen anywhere else and decided to get it for myself.

The sweetest thing happened. Mom hadn’t placed the flowers properly and it kept sliding down. 2 doors away another flower seller who had been watching me, asked me to come over and she expertly coiled the flower around my pony tail and gave me this weird smiley satisfied look. I was pretty touched and left after thanking her. I get this in KL a lot, our usual flower vendors will actually send me strands of jasmine if they know i’m at the temple for free. When I asked them why they’d say they like seeing me with flowers. ;p Perhaps it was the same feeling?

As we neared the door I realised there was no way we could get in, I walked to the side to find a long queue snaking around the temple walls and we’re talking about a massive temple courtyard. After walking up and down i figured there was no way we would be able to go in. At that point we regretted not taking the Kanchipuram Kanchi Kamatchi’s main priests invite to stay for the full moon prayers.

How we were to know the tables had turned and Thiruvannamalai was now home to monthly festivals instead of its once a year festival mood. We quietly turned back and decided to head back early the next day. We headed back to the slipper lady and found the little gal there again. I decided to chat her up and bought some camphor from her because she goes to school in the day and only helps out in the day. She beamed in happiness when I bought the camphor. I was just happy to see that innocence was not lost in the child, which was perhaps why I was attracted to her in the first place.

The next morning we were out by 4 am only to be met by an already long line of people waiting to go in but considerably smaller than the day before. So we got in line and waited for the doors of the temple to open. Now the normal lines and special lines were only separated once you were inside the temple so it was a mad rush when the doors were finally opened when people began pushing themselves into the line from everywhere. I pretty much left the camera in the bag till right after we got out of the temple as I didn’t want to create any extra attention.

We finally made it into the inner sanctum to find that prayers weren’t being conducted. This is way I try not to head to a temple during one of their major celebrations. The priests only do the brahma mohortham pooja for the select few and abandon the temple for the rest of the day to the bored sidekick with a tray and a look of intense power to herd people around.

So it wasn’t my favourite visit to the temple but we got out to this amazing display of blue skies and brilliant pockets of sunlight around the temple. Having stood and struggled to get in, I refused to leave and walked around watching and taking photos. This is a really beautiful temple with the sacred hills of Annamalai as its backdrop and what a beautiful day to be out. If you look to the left of this photo you will see the lines of people trying to get into the temple. I know not the best picture but our movements around the temple were restricted because of the crowd. There’s one spot near the tree where you can see all the temple’s gopurams. As I was making my way there and old man stopped me to point it out, i decided to be polite and not say that I knew.

The temple and the hills have a lot of legends associated with it. Mainly being the story of the ego clash between Brahma, Vishnu and Siva which marks Kartigai Deepam. For those familiar with Saint Arunagirinathar the composer of thirupugals, many of his stories take place here as well as his transformation into a parrot.

Most of all what I love about this temple is the sense of peace it projects. Despite the craziness of the festivals, there’s always such a beautiful serene feel to the place.

Hot Idlis In the shadows Steaming hot
Outside the temple it was a festive mood with makeshift shops popping up for the devotees. Instant thosais and pipping hot idlis seem to be on the menu. We walked back to our hotel to find our complimentary breakfast ready to be served.

We left after another circle around the hills for a proper girivalam and headed back to Chennai.

UPDATE : on Lawrance - anantha filled me in on the movie he was acting in at that time - just saw the photos it was definetly the same costume ;p

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Saturday, January 16, 2010

Ponggalo Ponggal

Inniya Ponggal Nalvalthukal

One of the things I love about ponggal is the creative ways people transport the sugar cane around. Now the folks in KL get pretty short ones that fit into cars. Around here, our sugar canes nearly twice the height of a person. So the bikers usually sling it on their shoulders and drive one or bring along a passenger who holds it for them. Now where are those pictures you ask?

Ponggal Devi  IMG_3987kl1

Well we were busy trying to transport our sugar cane. Mom was planning to drag it back home when I figured lets just stuff it into the car and it kinda worked with most of it hanging out of the car. Well the whole neighbourhood was pretty amused with it ;p

If you’ve followed this blog long enough you’ll know i have an obsession with ponggal just like the rest of the folks here. The day before was the last day of Margzhali or better known as Bhogi by most people. Over here everyone turned up in sarees as early as 4.30 am for the last crazy mid morning prayers.

This was the kolam I put at home for Ponggal and the reason why my fingers were red for the day.

On ponggal day the usual suspects turned up to cook the sweet rice. Now ponggal signifies a lot of things. Mostly its the harvest festival in thanksgiving to sun and earth for a bountiful crop. It is also known as Makara Sankranti where the month of thai begins in the Makara rasi and signifies the beginning of day time for the devas and hence why the term – Thai porandhal valli pohrakkum (the start of Thai shall bring new beginnings).

Now we have a new priest in the temple. A pain in the ass more like it, he has got such a huge ego, its pretty sad given he isn’t stupid. Nutcase took 2 hours to cook ponggal!

I guess he figured people in Malaysia didn’t know how to cook on an open fire. I have very choice words to use on him but refrained from doing so. The reason it took so long? There’s a reason the stones for the fire area are placed in three points, its not for beauty purpose only. First it gives you different points to put in the firewood and most importantly allows the access of wind and a outlet for smoke to escape. Our brilliant dude decided one exit point was enough and made sure every other point was sealed!

We had a good laugh for a while on his expense and finally when we couldn’t take it one of the uncles and I moved it to his protest. Seconds later the fire stocked up, the milk started boiling, he retreated and within minutes we were singing pongaalo ponggal.

And then he claims he hasn’t done ponggal for sometime. Err if you haven’t let someone else do it right? He promptly burned the bottom of the rice since he refused to stir or let anyone else stir the rice. Anyway as usual I got the first ponggal for the day. I’m still upset it wasn’t sweet enough.

Where do we find such nutcases? Beats me but the good news is he’s leaving soon – yeehaw ;p

Anyway I hope everyone had a good ponggal ;)

ps: the links go to previous posts i've done on Ponggal

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Saturday, January 09, 2010

We are to be blamed

When I was in standard one there was a malay kid in class who had this habit of lifting gals skirts and looking underneath, he was the naughtiest boy in school. One day the kid tries it on me, and instead of crying I caught his hand in time and cried wolf to the teacher promptly getting him sent to the principle. Now the normal Hollywood story would tell you we both continued to live with a grudge against each other.

Instead my mom came into school the next day and we had a chat with the little rascal on his interesting ways, at the end of the conversations we shock hands and became friends and also managed to convince him peeking under gals skirts is a bad thing. While he stopped doing that he still continued to be the naughtiest boy in school with most people but we remained friends up to high school even though we weren’t classmates anymore. We’d bump into each other in school and go hey.

One Monday when I was 17 one of the school teachers got up in front of the assembly and announced that naughty friend of mine had died of denggi during the weekend. I wasn’t even over the shock when the malay teacher went on to say good riddance. This educated teacher of ours who is supposed to instil good values on us just hailed the death of a teenager. He was a misunderstood cheeky kid who was seeking attention, instead of reading an al-fatihah for him this educated lady celebrated his death.

As you know a very tragic thing happened yesterday, 3 churches were attacked by religious bigots in the guise of mat rempits (rowdy bikers) and everyone is criticising the hell out of their actions while feeling super self righteous about themselves.

I’m not racist, I would never do such a thing – it isn’t part of who I am – seems to be the words out of everyone’s mouth.

Now the core event that spurred the regretful actions formed from the issue of the usage of a word. It finally went to the court of law and just as 2010 arrived, a verdict allowing the usage of Allah by the herald was passed. Immediately thereafter a stay on the order was obtained and that sparked what I would say was a chain reaction that lead to the incident.

People can be classified into three groups Intellectuals, educated and the non-educated. While the third is pretty easy to define, let’s see what differentiates the intellectual to the educated. The educated comprises those with degrees, phds and such book educated certificates while the intellectuals are people who think before they talk, educate themselves before taking any action and know how to word their views so that the other 2 sectors can comprehend.

Now the educated are mostly made of middle class people who always complain and issue statements in their circles but never try to make a change. Finished with their mumbling they move on still holding a grudge to continue their everyday lives.

2 educated individuals started of two groups one supporting the usage of Allah and another criticising the usage on Facebook which sparked such varied actions by the rest of the educated lot. Ah the brilliance of Facebook, a social network in the guise of a psychological map of society. From a society that once watched their actions and words and kept their dark racists thoughts to themselves, Facebook has unleashed these bored souls on their truest thoughts.

Now we would no longer need to quote Mahatma’s words – Show me your friends and I will tell you who you are – the new age proverb would be - Show me your Facebook Profile and I will tell you who you are! Since I coined this I should get due recognition!

While on the surface these people preach equality of religion and race, the next thing you know they’re joining caste based groups, groups that make peachy statements condoning and teasing other races and religion and so on. What once used to be information shared with a select few are becoming facts known by all. We the educated ones are running a rampage on our 1 sided views oblivious to its implication. The only difference, we won’t be bothered with taking any action as we have lives to get back to. Just as my teacher had celebrated the death of a person while telling herself I didn’t do/ say anything wrong, we are as guilty.

Now the non educated fellow has nothing to lose, he listens to the news, to bits and pieces of conversation by the educated bunch, powered by the passion and his utter ignorance to the basis of his religion he coins a plan and executes it. He has nothing to lose and dying or being punished for an issue he is most passionate about is more important to him than anything else.

If we had intellectuals heading our religious sectors and the government, they would have laughed of this issue of a word and hailed the usage as a proclamation of Allah, that another religion has decided to use it. If that had happened everyone would have quietly stopped using the word so as not to seem praying to another religion.

Heck if it was left to me and another religion proclaimed shiva which in context means the supreme one as their religious word for god I’d be aesthetic for they haven’t figured out the full meaning of the word in Hinduism. Put together with Namah it forms the most sacred manthra in Hinduism which means

namaH - not mine; shivAya - belongs to shiva. It is negating the ahankAra (ego) and realizing everything to belong to Lord shiva.

Now while I would say this, the rest of the educated and non educated lot from my religion/ race would jump the guns on my absolute rudeness to their religion and race. Trust me I have been unindianised so many times its quite funny.

But if you take the lessons of history into account, other religions decided to stay of the word because it would mean they wouldn’t be able to reach the remaining groups who specifically worship one of our 100 000 gods. So they stuck to the word bagawan (hindi) or andavar/ iraiva (tamil) to specify god in their religious translations.

So who is to be blamed for this whole fiasco – WE. We instigated religious and race sentiments, we thought we were doing the world a favour and taking a stand when all we did was fuel the actions of the non educated who look up to us for guidance. If the educated thought it was right why should we think otherwise?

The country isn’t getting more racists/ intolerant, we’re just becoming more verbal and open about it. The incident of my school teacher happened 13 years ago. The only difference is the speed of the reaction. Our actions today are escalating the process of what would have taken months to happen to a matter of days.

“Eh bro kau tau tak ada satu group kat fb to yang menindas pengunaan allah dan ada beribu orang join”

“Hey bro there’s an fb group that is against the usage of allah with thousands of ppl joining”

Those COULD have been the simple words coined at a mamak (hawker) stall somewhere that sparked the whole fiasco. I’m sure you would have overheard a similar conversation once and I’m pretty sure the group on the other side of the issue is also having similar conversations. I actually saw comments suggesting people retaliate and burn down a mosque (like I said the educated can be a stupid lot). How long do you think it will take for one of their uneducated ones to do something as stupid?

FB may not be behind this fiasco but it has definetly played its part in escalating the issue.

If you asked me to join a group condemning the burning of the church I would (but depending on how it was worded), that was wrong – but taking sides on an issue that is stupidly being made huge by both sides – I have better things to do. Take responsibility of your actions, sit down and reflect on these groups you're joining at a click of a button.

You have a choice to be an intellectual or remain an educated person. So which one are you?

NOTE : like I said I am not on anyone's side but if you feel hurt coz you did join one of these groups or similar ones - then its time you reflected on your actions.
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Tuesday, January 05, 2010

Chennai emotes

Birthday gal

Returning to Chennai to me has always felt like going back to my hometown. I will never be prepared to move there permanently but to never visit would probably break my heart. So this time we were there for 5 days. We took a night train from Trichy and there was a slight glitch for our return tickets. Lets just say I spent some time figuring out whether our train berths were confirmed.


Since we had once lived there we usually spend a day visiting Mylapore, Thiruvanmuyir and adyar. Then it’s off to clear all our work, shopping, heading to my most favourite tailor in the world. I have been stitching clothes there since 2002 and remarkably he has never messed up my clothes. I send a bulk of stuff, give him details come back in a day or so pick them up and head home or elsewhere. One time i found him closed and resorted to another tailor only to have that idiot spoil all my stuff. Anyway lovely tailor of mine nearly declined to sew my things coz he was overbooked but finally relented.

Prayer seeking
I had wanted to shoot so much things in Chennai but ended up not doing any of it. Of course I managed to have my bhaji and watch a movie at Sathyam. Kamalahassans Unnai Pol Oruvan had just been released and we managed to get a late night show. I wasn’t that sure about watching a late night movie in Madras coz the last time I watched even a night movie, the crowd was pretty different. This time there were quite a number of families watching the show, I guess Chennai’s finally embracing the late night culture? Though I did get a weird look from my hotel reception when I told them I’d be late.

The main attraction in Mylapore is of course the Kabalishwarar temple. There are more temples there but this one is on the tourist circuit yet still retains its charm. If you head there you’ll notice a peculiar thing, people sitting in front of the Ganesha sannidhi (part of temple) instead of the hall area near the side. The reason is come during any day of the year and regardless of how hot the rest of the temple is, that one area will always be breezy. I spent the morning sitting there and watching people walk by.

That’s when I met this little girl all decked up for her birthday, shyly looking at me. I thought I’d have time to come back and shoot the streets of Mylapore where the real activity happens but I never did find time during the day. The streets of Mylapore are filled with various textile and jewellery shops. Everytime I head there the buildings seem to be getting flashier and less rustic then it used to be, sadly. We visited another 2 temples around there though my mom wanted to do more. Yes there’s more!

The look
I have never stopped being astonished by the way the auto drivers manoeuvre through the roads. It was even more intense this time as it was the Diwali season. Still I’m always fond of those little maniac machines, heck I even managed to shoot while they were whizzing in traffic. That’s when I saw this guy carrying a vel through traffic. Pretty funny ;p

playing the waiting game lost
I tell you India is nuts during Diwali, not festive just frantically crazy. Shopping was super crazy. I couldn’t spot my usual guy at Chennai Pothys and got stuck with this sully dude who kept showing me silk sarees I would never wear and refused to understand a single word we were saying. After a frustrating 30 minutes or so he left us thinking we weren’t gonna make any purchase when we spotted another man and within minutes of explaining my taste he was handing me exactly what I wanted.

End of the afternoon, the very happy dude treated us like gold and kept jibbing in the other guys face on how to be courteous. Heh he deserved it alright, I never buy from people who think they know what I should get! So while they were sorting out our blouse materials and we had had our drinks, we headed downstairs to the crazyness. In India saree shops are like departmental stores one floor for men, another for kids, and the rest for women which are modern clothes, silk sarees, textile and fancy/ cotton sarees. It was like entering a mini Thaipusam downstairs at the cotton section. You just couldn’t walk, someone was hitting you every now and then or bulldozing past you as if they were being chased by the devil. Surprisingly the staff was super unfriendly downstairs, perhaps it was the season and the competitiveness comes out with all the frustration from fidgety buyers in the festive season. It got really tiring to shop, something that’s surprising for me but people were just that unruly. Like I said that’s probably the last time I’m heading to India during Diwali! Phew!

Remember how we complain about banking services in Malaysia. Try doing it in India. We have an account in Chennai that has been dormant for sometime and decided it was about time we had a look at it. So we head to the bank at about 10.00 am and start inquiring about our account. It’s this little tiny bank with 4 tellers, 1 manager 2 officers and about 20 – 30 ppl heading in the span of 2 hours. Guess how long it took them to restart our account? 4 hours! 2 hours to walk back and forth between tellers, managers and whoever such, write 2 3 letters, talk to each donkey who were super rude. And finally just as we thought it will soon be over, the lady tells us oh its our lunch time and come back in an hour. I was gobsmacked for a second but had no choice but to do that and when we finally got back in an hour it took them just another 10 mins to get it done! Argggggggggg yeah customer service at its best.

Ah but you haven’t met the gods of India. No they don’t reside in temples, churches or mosques. They my dear are the gods who run the train network. You might meet a jolly god or usually the do-as-i-say sulky ETR (train ticket officer) god but trust me none will ever give you an answer. If you’re lucky they’ll laugh and tell you I’m sure your ticket will be confirmed 1 hour before we leave! I have yet to meet a train god with a soul. They run the system as they wish, leaving most people to the whims of their mood. Weirdo’s.

Yes it was a crazy trip where we met a lot of male chauvinist pigs. Like the hotel manager who insisted he had booked our travel service as we had requested only to find at 5 am in the morning, nothing had been done. Thankfully we ended up with a lovely driver who apparently woke up took a quick shower and headed to our hotel at the very last minute!

Anyway perhaps I’ll tell you that story later.
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Friday, January 01, 2010

Goodbye 2009, Hello 2010

Goodbye 2009

Remember the past, think of the future but live for the present ;)

Happy New Year everyone

Hello 2010

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