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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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October 2nd, 2014

Thank you Mr. Prime Minister

There are a couple of things I want to thank Mr. Modi for today. No, seriously.

Firstly, thank you very much for giving me a lifetime visa to stay in India.

My visa status was beginning to worry me slightly – less than 9 years left on my visa – but now, yippee, I can stay for life. Just 3 days ago, in the USA, Mr. Modi announced that all PIO card holders would have their status changed to a lifetime visa (that’s what I am, bizarrely – a Person of Indian Origin).

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October 1st, 2014

It’s official. Age really IS just a number…


So there was I, bright and early this morning, pounding the Delhi streets in my brand new running shoes (& feeling ridiculously happy because I have new shoes…) and wearing my brand new Fitbit (& feeling ridiculously happy etc etc) running along the final stretch of Shahjahan Road – always one of my favourite moments in my run, seeing India Gate – when I had another “Whoa!” moment.

Yesterday’s “whoa” moment was because of fabulously flowery wild animals scattered all over the city’s roundabouts.

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September 30th, 2014

Delhi’s fabulously flowery wild animals

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There are some days when Delhi is just so dotty that it makes me laugh out loud.

Take this morning, for example.

Off I go on my becoming-my-early-morning-fix run through Lutyens Delhi (and oh, how I so look forward to these runs…) Am just about getting into my stride outside the Samrat Hotel when – whoa – what do I see, but the most splendiferous cow made out of flowers. Utterly divine.


There was a bloke just waking from slumber next to this marvel. He shook out his sacking bedding, stood smartly next to

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September 29th, 2014

Not getting Indian politics today. Not at all


There are days when I feel that even after all these years, I still do not understand anything at all about India.

As in totally just don’t get it.

And today is one such day.

Away from all the hoopla in the US, where Mr. Modi seems to be single-handedly wowing them in the aisles (brotherly hugs with the gorgeous Hugh Jackman forsooth) I turn my sights down south. Where the fragrant Chief Minister for Tamil Nadu state – whoops, silly ol’moi – the former Chief Minister is now languishing in jail, following a corruption trial that found her guilty [...]

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