Tag: india
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Budgies, Beans and Buddha…… and a Thank You From My Liver!
Leaving Varanasi was bitter-sweet. Far to hectic for now. We traveled to Sarnath, 7 kilometers out of the city looking for space, and space we found. Parks, temples and a wonderful Jain family to play host. Buddha came to Sarnath to preach his message of the middle way to nirvana after achieving enlightenment in Bodhgaya.…
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Surviving the Sikkim Earthquake
I have not brushed my teeth for three days, but why would i when i am in the middle of an earthquake? The journey from Darjeeling took an un-expected turn. Not so un-expected if you have read previous posts. The jeep started shaking but on reflection it was not the jeep but the earth, the…
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Work It, Goats!
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You Want Boat or Goat? – A Ride Down The Ganges
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Mumbai to Varanasi – Over and Out!
Today i would have been inducting my new groups of students, but instead i am traveling north from Mumbai to Varanasi. Boarding the Mahanagari express at Mumbai CST was dare i say a pleasure. Traveling in 2AC is very much the way forward. Yes its more expensive than the cheapest option but the contrast in…
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Monsoon Mumbai
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My Nostrils Are Alive, With The Smell of Mumbai
It’s totaly lashing down like nothing else i have ever experienced in Mumbai. The arrival came at 4:00 AM on Thursday morning. We were picked up by a turban clad Sikh who drove us to our pre-booked, over priced shit hole overlooking the Arabian Sea. The taxi ride through a wet dark city was rather…
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The Last Time I Was There – Images of South India
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Face Bleach Anyone?
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Exclusive!The Death of Pinky Binks
Why do i have this overwhelming feeling that i am going to die soon. A rational fear? A feeling that is all-encompassing. Like looking forward to something which shouldnt be thought about but is. The only real true fact from ones life. Why do i have this feeling, this knowledge, this belief. Why am i waiting to die? Last night…
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Disposable Past
It’s Monday morning and the last one to be spent in my beautiful attic flat. Its pretty much packed up, box’s being strooned where belongings once sat. It feels more positive than negative. We leave this coming Sunday after five years. No more rent to pay, no more bills and a break from feeding the British Government…
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Breathe
Crept up as the breath streams in. Shallow breath to keep up appearances. Quick shift. A face that shows a tight inhalation. A face that looks like a medium-sized chipmunk? Is morbid the new medium? Breath out. Breath in; Red, green or beige. The pack will have merits. Rich living will evaporate and skin will be back…
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