Tag Archives: travel

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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The touching

Posted on January 7, 2013 by subincontinentia

Sunil and I wander down to his boat and sit on the undulating water, watching the day unfurl. A man descends the ghat steps, a small monkey grins at us from his shoulder. Sunil notices where my interest is going. … Continue reading →

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Tales from the time mandala

Posted on January 6, 2013 by subincontinentia

The ghats of Varanasi are the arms of the Ganges, supporting the devout as they wash away their sins or burn the bodies of those past sinning. Of all these sets of stone steps that lead to the water’s edge, … Continue reading →

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Apocalypse life

Posted on December 31, 2012 by subincontinentia

What to do with this love that moves like immaculate conception? I will gaze into the sun without blinking Forge broadswords from abandonment Battle plans from moonlight I am without seed, or home, Without God or country, spouse or paycheck … 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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Rakesh and the seventh stone

Posted on December 29, 2012 by subincontinentia

‘In the arms of Mother Ganga, To sleep the sleep of the stainless once more.’  Rakesh grew weary of fishing for customers, his line coming up empty each time. It was getting dark now, and the lights along the ghats … Continue reading →

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Fire on the water, Christmas on the Ganga

Posted on December 28, 2012 by subincontinentia

Rakesh found some tape from somewhere, and we set about decorating the boat. We hung coloured streamers and strings of marigolds from wire stretched across bamboo poles, finished off with a pink and silver paper star. Huddled in our coats … 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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The quick and easy way to learn Hindi

Posted on November 27, 2012 by subincontinentia

The following is an excerpt from the Quick and Easy Way to Learn Hindi by PT. Aditya Nand. Do let me know if you find it useful. Man:         Where is Daisy? Woman:    I don’t know Man:        You’re her mum and … Continue reading →

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This explains everything…

Posted on November 26, 2012 by subincontinentia

Why some people love India… Because when you’re on your way to a meeting, the taxi driver stops at a temple half way up a hill, parks two inches from a thousand foot drop, disappears for ten minutes, and upon … Continue reading →

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