Posts tagged #concerts
I wish life was not so short.

I've picked up a few words since coming to Mumbai, and not just in Hindi. In Australia, "Mozzies" are mosquitos, a "brickie" lays bricks, and a "rick" is a rickshaw. In Hindi ,"Hauh" means yes. "Naihe" means no.  An "Indian head bob" means everything.  And most things are game for adding in an Indian head bob, to which I have dutifully submitted. I have discovered that if I speak in English with an "Indian accent," cab drivers will better understand what I am asking them, which feels ridiculous at times, but really works well. 

Read More
Don't avoid extremes...

India is an intense juxtapositions of extremes. The most expensive house in the world is located in Mumbai, and I've driven past it a few times. You have to slump down and crank your head up to see it while in a cab from about a block away. Three people live there. This is in the same city as one of the earth's biggest slums - Dharavi slum, where almost 1 million people live. The dirt and dust and exhaust and pollution is everywhere, but then you see people of all classes and backgrounds wearing the most vibrant, beautiful colors and fabrics, next to massive fruit and goods stands. Crumbling buildings and hole-in-the-wall shops are wedged next to massive, ornate architectural monoliths.

Read More
We can't plan life.

I want soup. I had been tossing this thought around in my mind all night on Sunday. I am not talking about the soup from dinner here - which was an oddly thick broth of salt. I am talking about some good old American Progresso canned chicken noodle soup. With all the junk in it, and with well over ten times of your daily sodium allowance. And some ritz crackers - buttery and also probably too salty and filled with a delicious carby fatness. I was homesick, but it's mostly because I was sick Sunday morning. It wasn't terrible, but it did take my day away, which is unfortunate.

Read More