Tag Archives: humour

India’s love of acronyms (or ILoA)

Posted on June 9, 2021 by subincontinentia

It was my first visit to India and I was staying in a hotel in New Delhi’s East of Kailash—a neighbourhood that always makes me think of the sunrise face of Tibet’s holiest mountain with which it has nothing in … Continue reading →

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My virtual boyfriend

Posted on February 18, 2020 by subincontinentia

Your profile photo was a severed head inside a washing machine I should have taken note but my head was busy churning inside my own dream. A wineful of heartache, fingers tapping out bravado and nerve like racers at La … Continue reading →

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Tipping Point: Love, booze, and climate change

Posted on November 10, 2013 by subincontinentia

‘Clomance’. Climate Change meets Romance. “The West Wing” meets “Sex in the City” – me writing my own review. “Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.” Albert Einstein “No. But climate change is.” Jude Windsor _______ Climate Change … Continue reading →

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Queen of West Green Rd

Posted on November 8, 2013 by subincontinentia

I feel I should preface this post by confiding that I’ve always had a tendency to attract ‘marginal’ types. By ‘tendency’ I mean that they hone in on me like a terrier I used to know on a discarded piece … Continue reading →

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Wrestling Oysters

Posted on June 12, 2013 by subincontinentia

It began with a hearing glitch. “Are you resting on those stairs?” Siddhartha had come over for lunch that day. Had been winded by the time he’d reached my door. He was referring to the four flights of concrete steps … Continue reading →

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Way of the ninja….yeah, right

Posted on May 17, 2013 by subincontinentia

Recently, people have been introducing me like this. ‘Oh, Shuili, this is Rebecca. She doesn’t have AC’. To which Shuili will reply, ‘Really? How do you manage?’ Then she’ll look at me with slightly narrowed eyes, like I’m some rare … Continue reading →

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An Easter Tale

Posted on March 30, 2013 by subincontinentia

The other night I went to dinner with the neighbours here in the Deux Sevre region of southern France. I walked over there since it’s only about ten minutes away, rather briskly since the temperatures had dropped unexpectedly. As I … Continue reading →

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A touch of the Irish

Posted on March 19, 2013 by subincontinentia

“May the roof above us never fall in, and may we friends beneath it never fall out.” Irish saying I don’t like Guinness and have a healthy fear of leprechauns, but nevertheless I joined the 29th St. Patrick’s Day Parade … Continue reading →

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!ncomprehensible !ndia: yet another piece of the code

Posted on December 29, 2012 by subincontinentia

It first hit me as I threw a Snickers wrapper into a rubbish bin in the city of Mysore. The bin was shaped and painted like a snowman, which in the 40 degree heat made me feel even hotter than … Continue reading →

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At the end of the world we are all Delhites

Posted on December 11, 2012 by subincontinentia

The end of the world is nigh and it’s starting in New Delhi. How do I know this? I have incontrovertible evidence. I paid 250 INR for Christmas lights – a shocking price even by ‘Second Coming’ standards. I rode … Continue reading →

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