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November 21st, 2014

“Honour”? What “honour”?

If I was angry yesterday in my blog post about the cold blooded murder of a young 21 year old girl by her parents, trust me, today is every bit as bad, with the unsurprising news that the murderous parents are unrepentant.

When I read the report (below), my blood boiled. And my theory yesterday was partially correct. It was largely about power and parental control.


Such wickedness.

And the extraordinary request from a relative of the murdered girl that the case be dropped, in the name of the family’s prestige and honour.


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November 20th, 2014

STOP using the word honour. It’s murder, plain & simple

It’s been a while since I talked about the murder of an Indian youngster because their family disapproved of their love life.

This was, sadly, not because these murders have stopped but I suppose I was being lax and lazy. And even a tad self-indulgent blogging away about the joys of running. And also trying to follow my family’s exhortations not to be so doom-y and gloom-y in this blog. Stop ranting, I keep being told. Be cheerful and upbeat and positive. You will only alienate your readers with all the bad news.

Sorry, people. The truth must prevail today.


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November 15th, 2014

Of buses and bibs and other such things

I know, I know, ANOTHER post about the joys of running in Delhi.

But hey, just bear with me for one more week, and then the half marathon will be over, and normal service will be resumed…whatever that may be.

Yesterday I went to collect my bib for next Sunday’s race, and got a taste for what lies in store. Although I got there just before the running expo shut up shop for the day (thank you awful Delhi traffic) there were still hundreds of youngsters milling around, dashing frantically from one stand to another, mainly in search of goody […]

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November 13th, 2014

Probably my most favourite thing in the world…

…is the utterly fabulous, ultimately pointless skill of hanky picking.

As practised by the utterly fabulous sowars of the 61 Cavalry.

As they come thundering down the polo field at full gallop, scooping up coloured hankies whilst leaning dangerously out of the saddle, I am always in awe at their skill and at the sheer gloriousness of it all.

Totally fabulous.

Yup. Definitely a major fave thing.

November 12th, 2014

India. No place for girls in their university library

It’s been a while since I lost my temper properly in cyberspace. Ranting about horrid Delhi driving (like I did yesterday) is just that. A rant. A venting session to all you dear, long-suffering readers.

But it has been some time since I got really worked up about something, but the news from Aligarh has hit the spot.

If you believe the Vice Chancellor of Aligarh Muslim University (but of course he has been misquoted/quoted out of context/wilfully misunderstood) girls cannot be allowed into the library because if they do, “four times more boys” will troop in.

Here you go, […]

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November 11th, 2014

Of wannabe VIPs, “swamis” & swamis


So there I was at 6.25 this morning, trying – and ultimately failing – to find a parking space in the Lodhi Gardens car park, so I could go for a nice long run.

A big expensive car, bristling with staff, was standing at an angle, blocking the entrance to the parking.

Flunk gets out of car and servile-y opens back door while portly middle aged man takes his time about getting into car. His power walk was clearly over.

Servile flunk respectfully closes the door and goes to sit in the front passenger seat.

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November 9th, 2014

Going that extra mile – and being oh so brilliantly rewarded for it

5 of us met up in the dark this morning to run. As one does on a slightly chilly Sunday. With the Airtel Delhi Half Marathon exactly 2 weeks away, the plan is to do a long run this Sunday and next, and then, after that the rest is up to us….

Anyway, we met at 6am and it was still dark. As in dark. As in no street lights working.

So we warmed up in the Lodhi Gardens for a while, a safer bet that running on those dark streets.

I TOLD you

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November 8th, 2014

‘When you go home, tell them of us and say…”

…for your tomorrow we gave our today.”

This is the very moving inscription on the memorial in the Kohima War Cemetery, in Nagaland.

The cemetery is on the site of what used to be the DC’s bungalow, and the tennis court is still marked out…because the final battlefield became the tennis court. It is heartbreaking to think of Allied soldiers and Japanese soldiers killing each other across a sports pitch.

It is an extraordinary story, and one that is little known in most of India. And in the UK, too, I daresay.

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November 7th, 2014

Is the clean up India campaign nothing but rubbish?

PR rubbish, that is.

Those of you who (a) live in India or (b) have visited, will know that this amazing country is blighted, absolutely ruined, by the mountains of garbage everywhere, and the totally cavalier attitude of so many of its citizens.

Whilst homes remain oh-so-clean, so clean, in fact, that you could eat your dinner off the floor, once beyond your personal threshold, anything goes. You step out from a spotless home or a spotless gurudwara for example, and step straight into mounds of rubbish. There is, seemingly, precious little concept of civic cleanliness.

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November 7th, 2014

Lest we forget…

Remembrance Day is nearly upon us, and though (sadly) there are no poppies on sale here in Delhi, I do have a poppy photo for you.

This was taken in faraway Kohima, the capital of Nagaland, up in India’s extreme NE corner. Nearly 3 years ago I went with one of my oldest and dearest friends, Jane Binstead, to visit the Hornbill Festival, an annual celebration of Naga tribal culture. We had the most amazing time, and the whole experience was brilliant.

One of the highlights of our time there was a visit to the Kohima War Cemetery, a dignified, […]

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November 6th, 2014

Video clip of the day : And what a very jolly procession that was

So there I was early this morning, running through Lutyens Delhi, as one does on a crisp November morning. I was trying out a new seat of headphones (slowly slowly getting myself organised for the half marathon on 23 November, one gadget at a time) and so was happily blasting myself with my loudest, drummiest music.

But, hey, what was that sound penetrating my headphones, even through “Jai Ho” at full volume?

Ah, that would be a Very Small But Very Loud Religious Procession.

Police car leading it.

Handful of devotees (don’t miss the bloke on his mobile phone al […]

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November 5th, 2014

Of marigolds and elephants


Despite my newfound passion for running, I realise that not every one is as enamoured of pounding the pavements as I am. I fear that too many blog posts detailing training for the upcoming Delhi half marathon may well bore some of you non-runners out there.

But the fact of the matter is that no day in India is ever dull or boring, and so as I run through Delhi every morning, I see many amazing things. There really is no such thing as a dull, boring, routine run.

Yesterday morning, for example, out training with our coach Dr. Rajat […]

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