November 24th, 2009
The house has been quiet today. Himmat left last night for Mauritius for a board meeting. Gill and Alan flew back to London at the ungodly hour of 3 a.m., but were real stars, opting to spend hours in the airport rather than keeping me up “till the wee hours” – one of my cherished Indian-isms.
I went to watch the first game of the 10 goal polo tournament, but didn’t bring Abhimanyu luck, as his team lost. Carine was playing in a 2 goal tournament, but I am not responsible for her score as I arrived late. Yoda [...]
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November 20th, 2009
What a glorious, winter’s day it has been today - a perfect deep blue sky and warm sunshine. Jean, a friend from Paris is visiting. Gill and Alan returned from a few days in Rajasthan, so the house is full again.
It was a treat to go out in the lovely weather, since yesterday we didn’t venture out into central Delhi. That was because of a huge farmers’ rally that had threatened to block traffic everywhere – it did all that and much more, apparently. Over my morning coffee, I learned that 12,000 farmers “ran riot in heart of [...]
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November 16th, 2009
It’s a pale sunny Monday morning. Morning assembly from my local school is blaring out over the loudspeakers. “Left, right. Left, right. Left, left, right.” Gill and Alan have just left for 4 days in Rajasthan, so it’s time to settle down with my 2nd coffee of the day - Yoda sent the first one flying – and catch up on the last hectic weekend.
I think I left you at the Marine Corps Ball, so as to speak. It was a first time for me, and huge fun. A nice dose of pageantry as we celebrated the 234th [...]
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November 14th, 2009
Now this blogging business is all fine and dandy, and I love it. Seriously.
But…when a girl gets back from the Marine Corps Ball at 11.30 pm and then has to be up at 5.30am the next morning to receive house guests (Gill and Alan arrive from London) and take them straight off for a heritage walk in Old Delhi at 7.30 am – well, then a girl thinks she might just short-change her readers for once.
The Ball was huge fun - lashings of pomp and pageantry, and more pretty frocks than I have seen in a long [...]
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