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October 23rd, 2014

Diwali Mubarak!

We are having a very quiet Diwali this year, since Himmat is feverish and so we reluctantly we had to cancel our annual rooftop party. We shall sit up on our roof terrace though, and watch the night sky light up over Delhi, which is always an amazing spectacle.

Totally noisy, totally polluting, and totally unbelievably completely OTT-ly fabulous.

(Remind me of this tomorrow, when I crib about going out running in what will be mega-pollution tomorrow morning…)

But for tonight at least, Diwali is, without doubt, the most spectacular night of the year, and I absolutely love it.

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October 22nd, 2014

Meet the mattress-fluffer-up-wala

I read an article in the Huffington Post recently about runners obsessively sharing all the joys and the highs and the lows and the statistics of their running, so enthused and happy-hormone-d out are they. So I shall cunningly try and disguise all the running-y news in this post with some genuine non-running snippets.

Thik hai?

So here’s the thing…having inveighled my way into a fab run this coming Sunday morning, I now need to run a lot this week.

As in a lot.

As in Sunday’s run is actually a half marathon.

As in I have never run that [...]

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October 21st, 2014

Photo of the day. It’s Diwali. Well, almost.

Our (possibly-rather-vulgar) fairy lights are up as of tonight, and I feel a new person as a result.

So much bling, so little time.

But the house does look distinctly festive.

The more restrained, traditional “diyas” or lamps, will be lit on Thursday.

So pretty.

October 21st, 2014

Move over walking the talk. Enter eating the walk.

And eating the book, too.

I am in book club (x2) with a super accomplished young woman called Pamela Timms, who has just published a lovely book called “Korma Kheer and Kismet” and last night she escorted us around Old Delhi, in and out of her eating joints, meeting some of the characters from the book, and guiding us through the culinary byways of Old Delhi.

Never mind the ladies compartment in the metro, which was packed like the provebial sardine can, Old Delhi was beyond crowded and hectic last night, in the lead up to Dhanteras today, the official [...]

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October 17th, 2014

Meet the kind of Indian who gets attacked…

Here he is, dear reader. A man from the North East. The kind of man that some mindless thugs feel they must attack, on the grounds that men like this proud father – a Naga from Kigwema village – are, for example, unable to speak Kannada.


He really looks like a threat, doesn’t he?

If you have read my earlier blog post today – the link is above – you will realise that, yes, I am indeed angry at the ugly xenophobia against some of the loveliest people in this country.

This gentle man, who was

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October 17th, 2014

The ugly racism of Indians towards their fellow Indians


Yet again, the evil of Indian racism has raised its ugly head.


2 days, 2 racists attacks…but actually, are they strictly racist?

I ask, because don’t forget that these are attacks by Indians upon fellow Indians. Oh don’t worry, the attacks on other races continue – such as the despicable attack on 3 Africans a couple of weeks ago in the Delhi metro – but the incidents of the last two days are (if it’s possible) even more shocking, because these are Indians beating up fellow citizens

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October 16th, 2014

I blame the Indian Army…


…for my consistently lousy running times.

Seriously, it’s all their fault.

Every day I try and run to India Gate, simply because it is the most fantastic place to run to (ooh, ugly sentence construction there, Christine) but ne’er a day goes past when I don’t stop and dawdle at the sheer spectacle of it all.

Some days there is simply the honour guard – and usually someone polishing the memorial to the Unknown Soldier – but at least once a week, there is some splendiferous ceremony or rehearsal taking place.

Like this morning.

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October 16th, 2014

“What the world needs now is…”


…more vintage and classic cars.

Yes, OK, it also needs “love, sweet love”, but let me tell you my car theory first, and see if you agree.

Think about it : have you ever in your life seen anyone glare/scowl/look angry at a vintage/classic car?


Yesterday we drove from Chhachhrauli to Delhi, after our lovely trip to Himachal. Himmat wanted to bring his dear little MG back to Delhi, after her holiday on the farm, and so we set out – Himmat and Nar Bahadur in the Midget, and me following in my car with Suraj, who manfully handled [...]

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October 13th, 2014

You can have any colour, as long as it is orange

Am sitting all alone on the deck of the fishing lodge. Everyone else is out fishing, which is entirely logical. As the only non-fisher-person-guest I spend my days walking whilst they fish.

They all spread themselves up and down the length of the river, hoping to land the trout that are, I am told, clearly visible in the clear water. But not biting.

Anyway, ater a long walk this morning, I am playing hookey with a great book, a fabulous view, and am enjoying pretending that this is my usual view – a dramatic mountain bang opposite, with the sound [...]

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October 12th, 2014

I will lift mine eyes unto the hills…

I am back in one of my favourite places in India, the beautiful Tirthan Valley in Himachal, where the sky is so piercingly blue and the air so fabulously clean after Delhi, and my walks take me up and down the narrow road that runs along the river valley.

We have come here on a fishing jaunt with friends from Delhi, our cars loaded to the gunwales with enough tackle to sink a ship, but so far I can happily report that, by and large, it is Fish 1 Fishermen 0.

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October 3rd, 2014

Ho Ho Shame Shame!


That’s our new slogan here in Delhi, all part of a name and shame campaign aimed at putting images of spitters and pee-ers and litter-ers on Facebook for all the world to see.

Don’t believe me?

Here you go :


At this stage, I’ll go with anything, anything at all that will stop the out-of-control littering and muck that is engulfing this city. (And the country, too, of course.)

Yesterday, if you remember, the PM flagged off a huge clean up campaign. He launched it from

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October 2nd, 2014

So THAT’S what the noise is outside my house…



Now isn’t this a fabulous way to usher in the festive season?

Nothing like drumming to get me rushing down, mobile in hand, and walking with whoever it is down the street. (That sounds a trifle odd, but I am sure you know what I mean).

Usually it’s wedding processions that drum their way through the streets – though the season hasn’t really started yet – but this was a religious procession. Complete with those wonderful chandelier-y confections that are my passion. They are all wired up to to each other and to the generator that drives [...]

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