January 2007
(13th January 2007)
You walk behind a cow for ten minutes without noticing you're walking behind a cow.
You want lentils for breakfast.
You look murderous on any shopping street.
You tell people who say "whatcountrymadam?" that you are from Japan.
You know who Hrithik Roshan is.
Your head wobbles when you say yes.
You battle over a few rupees.
You think fondly of London streets that have no horns.
(13th January 2007)
In a burst of enthusiasm, I got myself commissions for two non-shit-related stories. One is a travel story about those Orissa tribals. The other is a feature on the boom in domestic Indian airlines. Actually, it's a feature on Frankfinn air hostess training academy (and yes it is called the air hostess training academy. One airline refers to its cabin crew as "flying models"). Domestic ...
(11th January 2007)
It has been a long time. I have been a long way away. In fact, in deepest southern Orissa, the poorest state in India and - I think - one of the more beautiful. I have been staying with the wonderful NGO Gram Vikas, which I discovered when its founder and executive director, Joe, started his speech in the uptight, po-faced environment of the World ...
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(3rd January 2007)
Apologies for the interrupted service. As rhodri cunningly observed, I spent much of the last week half-asleep in a bamboo hut or on the beach or in the sea and that's hardly interesting for anyone but me, is it. It was certainly interesting for me, not least because I did no work, and because ...