August 7th, 2010
Now I am fully aware that this blog is far from perfect (pause for resounding chorus of cyber-denials. Thank you, thank you) but I am reasonably happy with it for the moment, so today I took the plunge and went back to a long-shelved project.
My photo website.
And that, of course, is a totally different kettle of fish.
Basically all the sterling work Himmat did a few months ago, deciphering the manual for me, figuring out how to edit and upload my images - well, because I dillied and dallied, all this work went for naught. So it [...]
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August 3rd, 2010
I would like to be able to regale you with stories of Himmat’s birthday party on Sunday night, but since I came over all funny with some mystery Delhi-esque ailment, I retired to my bed, while everyone else partied hard and late. I think I had what other friends have had/are having/may well be having, ie a nasty 24 hour bug, but I could have wished for better timing.
Anyway, today sees me as right as rain – not that we’ve had any proper rain to talk about these last couple of days, though.
But since I am vaguely [...]
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July 23rd, 2010
Post holiday reality is beginning to set in.
I think it might have something to do with the damp patches on freshly painted walls after just a couple of days of rain, plus the discovery of termite trails in our bedroom and in the office. Faithful readers may well remember my saga, just before Christmas, when termites chomped their way through vast swathes of my photographic past. We kindly treated them with ayurveda. QED.
I also mused this morning, as I contemplated our always-dusty home, how on earth are the city fathers going to keep the road curbs and [...]
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May 17th, 2010
Personally I can’t abide the stuff.
It all dates back to my very first visit to India, way back in Januray 1983. Himmat (the very same) made me try panipuri from a stall at Haji Ali in Bombay (as it was then). On a scale of How Sick I Have Been In India, that experience probably ranks as #3 (Orissa and Chhachhrauli are indisputably numbers 1 and 2). Suffice it to say, I haven’t touched panipuri since.
I have a daughter who is addicted to panipuri, though, which she buys and eats off the street, always telling me not [...]
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