December 2006
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(21st December 2006)
I have seen some sights, but this was the oddest and saddest. A beautiful woman sitting opposite me in the Ladies Carriage, doing her make-up. Fair enough. But then she got out talcum powder and rubbed loads into her face. She had dark skin and she wanted it to look lighter. It is daft. I used to argue with someone about the obsession with light ...
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(21st December 2006)
I have been tired and uninspired and filled with toilet thoughts. I have also been in Pune, where Osho ashram is based. Osho being the Beatles one with the guy with the beard who had lots of Rolls Royces and lots of sex. They still require an HIV test, which I think means that HIV positive aren't allowed, so I didn't go to the ashram ...
(17th December 2006)
Bombay is a wonderful city. It is wonderful because of its crumbling glorious buildings , its sea and breeze, its elegance amongst chaos. I like to wake up from a nap and walk two blocks to the Gateway of India and buy chai from the chaiwallah and watch the saris at sunset. I like Bombay. I like India. But I am sick of Indian ...
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(15th December 2006)
For those of you who accused me - rightly - of a lack of adventurousness because of my refusal to entertain a short career as a Bollywood extra, I have a response:
Indian Train At Rush Hour.
Though I cheated a bit. Proper Indian rush hour would be to go from north to south Bombay in the morning - 9-11am, this being a late-waking country - and ...