I’m not very Indian. My passport has three tigers (or a three headed tiger, i can’t remember) on it, i have a tolerance (if not penchant) for spicy food, my skin is fairly tan, and when i sweat there might be a faint scent of curry; but i’m not very Indian (though to be fair, i’m not very anything) . ……click here for more disassociating ramblings and then a bunch of pictures to help take your mind off it
Lines. Everywhere in India, you find lines. Sit within it and it seems like the chaotic rush of a tidal wave, but should you be able to pull away enough, and look back upon it, there is an unspoken harmony that operates within borders; lines. click here for a few more lines on…..lines i guess. Also pictures of lines!
No time to tell you what to say/do/not do. Read the sign. Sometimes obvious, sometimes oblivious; signs abound.
The heavy heat of mid April Goa only served to make the blend of airs even more of a burden for an alien me. The slow rot of the produce market beside me; the exhaust fumes of the army of poorly maintained bikes and cars flowing all around; and of course the delightful scent wafting over from fish mongering women down the road. Wading through the melange, i could only avoid so many ‘cool bar’ signs before stopping for my 3rd sip before noon.
click here to join me for a drink, and much observing
People say i’m Indian. I don’t deny this; but based on the 24/7 work ethic that pervades ……click here to see what’s being pervaded, and 13 more working class pictures
India : Getting around (7 images and, doctor who-esque trip through timey wimey and a video for good measure)
And now let’s take a wander across India a long long time ago; in the middle of 2011. It was a different , simplertime. …..click here to take a look into the distant distant paaaassstt (smoke effects now)