A Haiku from Overnight in the waiting room at Heathrowe Airport:
My connecting flight
Was missed-- Not my fault, really!
Buddha says: "Relax."
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Ah!
Ah! Ah! Ah!
I get up in four hours to get to JFK.
My plane has a stop in Heathrow then on to Delhi.
I took a taxi to Penn Station because I'm leaving from home (NJ), and the traffic was so bad around times square I decided to get out walk with all my bags and a pie.
It was so crowded and overwhelming, and all I could think about was how Delhi is 10x more intense.
INDJA
Part deux
Off for now.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Home
I feel like I just woke up from a dream where nothing makes sense but everything makes sense
Into something that makes sense but doesn't actually make sense.
Or something.
Friday, February 20, 2009
coming home
by evening, 4 Am
Darjeeling is cold. Calcutta is warm.
I will miss India but Karma Willing I'll be back next year.
Darjeeling is cold. Calcutta is warm.
I will miss India but Karma Willing I'll be back next year.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Kolkata or Calcutta, this is a great city.
Not what I expected. What I have seen has been very built up-- stores with glass fronts selling expensive goods, fancy call centers with very modern architecture. A mall! I guess this is the "New India" we keep hearing about. We're staying in a suburb (!) recommended by my dad's friends.
The city itself is large with a lot of aging victorian-style buildings holding brand-new shops and restaurants downstairs.
Bengali is a lovely language. It's warm and the people are warm. Tasty food. Elements of the India I have seen are still here, but there also seems to be a lot more money and a sizable middle class. Of course the slums are still here, but they seem to be more out of sight.
Tonight we're taking a train to Darjeeling. Back to the mountains one last time before I come home.
Not what I expected. What I have seen has been very built up-- stores with glass fronts selling expensive goods, fancy call centers with very modern architecture. A mall! I guess this is the "New India" we keep hearing about. We're staying in a suburb (!) recommended by my dad's friends.
The city itself is large with a lot of aging victorian-style buildings holding brand-new shops and restaurants downstairs.
Bengali is a lovely language. It's warm and the people are warm. Tasty food. Elements of the India I have seen are still here, but there also seems to be a lot more money and a sizable middle class. Of course the slums are still here, but they seem to be more out of sight.
Tonight we're taking a train to Darjeeling. Back to the mountains one last time before I come home.
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