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August 21st, 2010
There really is only one story in Delhi these days and it’s the incessant rain.
Oh, well actually, there is also the Commonwealth Games fiasco, so make that 2 stories.
No, hang on, there’s dengue fever, too, so make that 3 stories.
And yet in a way, they are all related.
Let me talk you through it.
The whole of the city is a mess, because everything is being dug up for the Games in October.
Because of all the construction (or so we are told), there has been lots of stagnant water left lying around, where mosquitoes have [...]
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August 3rd, 2010
The last couple of days, I have noticed men in orange marching purposefully across Moti Bagh, carrying wooden structures festooned with bright tinsel-y paper. Of course, it is the season for “kanwarias”or pilgrims, who carry holy water from Rishikesh back to their villages – usually in Haryana and Rajasthan.
Mauritius - where we used to live – had a similar festival, though there they were called “cavadees” and their structures - for want of a better word - were much bigger and more elaborate. But as their distance from holy water source to village was much shorter, too, perhaps [...]
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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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August 1st, 2010
At last it is raining. As I write, it is bucketing down.
Yesterday we had a huge downpour in the morning, and we all got caught up in the ensuing (and seemingly inevitable) chaos, traffic jams, and water-logging. It rains every single year here, at the same time, and yet every year it’s the same scenario - mess, traffic jams, blocked drains.
I went off bright and early yesterday morning, to meet a sports doctor and phsyio about my still-aching knees. I hope first impressions don’t count, because I arrived horribly late, due to the rains. Within 20 minutes, [...]
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