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Quotes of the Day!

Recently I read A Fine Balance (a recommendation from the fiance and many a ‘going to India’ reading list). The book is very good! I would definitely recommend it. A few quotes from the book won’t mean as much out of context, but I think a number of them are pretty even by themselves.

A lifetime had to be crafted, just like anything else, she thought, it had to be moulded and beaten and burnished in order to get the most out of it.

Their first day with Dina Dilal was over. Borne along by the homeward-bound flock, exhausted from ten hours of sewing, they shared the sanctity of the hour with the crowd, this time of transition from weariness to hope. Soon it would be night; they would borrow Rajaram’s stove, cook something, eat. They would weave their plans and dream the future into favourable patterns, till it was time to take the train tomorrow morning.

“You see, you cannot draw lines and compartments, and refuse to budge beyond them. Sometimes you have to use your failures as stepping-stones to success. You have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair.” He paused, considering what he had just said. “Yes,” he repeated. “In the end, it’s all a question of balance.”

“In those days,” continued Ishvar, “it seemed to me that that was all one could expect in life. A harsh road strewn with sharp stones and, if you were lucky, a little grain.”

“And later?”

“Later I discovered there were different types of roads. And a different way of walking on each.”

Honeymoon Plans

For our honeymoon my fiance and I will be going to India. If you are like most people that have been informed of this, your reaction is probably “oh!” Not an excited “oh!” but the same kind of “oh!” you would hear if you ordered a cheeseburger, but without the bread, hold the burger, hold the cheese, hold the tomatoes (so basically some pickles and onions).

Yes, it’s a kind of confused, I don’t know what to do with this “oh!”

My mom pointed out that it could be because we are breaking from the standard enjoy the beach kind of trip. Our trip will involve a lot of movement and it’s going to be a real pain to get there. But you know what? We have the opportunity to take a great big trip and see someplace new, so why not make it someplace VERY new and so far away that a future trip there seems unlikely due to an increasing list of responsibilities as we get older?

Yes, we may experience “Delhi belly” (an adorable way of saying diarrhea), and yes, we may run ourselves ragged in our pursuit to see as much as possible (this is more my style trip, we have planned rest times because my fiance knows me and that I will feel the need to constantly move if we have not planned rest times), and yes, we will definitely overspend on items while the locals laugh and make fun of us in any of 22 languages … BUT, we are going to ride elephants! And we are going to stay in a PALACE! And we are going to experience sights, sounds, smells, and cultures that will be brand new to us. And we are going to get diarrhea! Oh, wait.

Do you have any tips for us on our global travels? I have been reading up on India but the more information, the better.

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Say, How’s Your God Doing?

A little while back I wrote about an experience I had as an intern where I learned I was less valued than a paperweight.

This is a happier internship story from the same place.

The same summer I started interning there, two guys were hired. One, Sukru from the previously mentioned story. Two, Prasad. Sukru was from Turkey and had just gotten either a PhD or Masters, Prasad from India (“south central India” – he said this to me and I almost laughed in his face, I wanted to shout, “south central in the HOUSE!” because I’m white). Prasad also had a big fancy-pants degree.

Prasad came to work for a little while, and he got himself somewhat acquainted with everything, but he had a trip planned to go back home to India. After a brief while of having him around he was off. A few weeks (felt like millennia) later he returned.

Huzzah!

He brought back with him sweets from India. He went cube-to-cube saying, “sweets from India?” and holding a box of foodstuffs at people. It was adorable and scary. I grabbed something, said thanks, and then forced myself to eat it because he was going to stand there until I tried it.

“Mmmm,” I said at 8:00 am to this incredibly sweet bread-like thing, “yum.”

The BEST part of his return was a conversation I overheard. Except for the odd influx of Prasad and Sukru, the company was very whitebread. And oldish.

Oldish whitebread guy: Hey Prasad! Welcome back!
Prasad: Oh, thank you.
Oldish whitebread guy: You got a haircut!
Prasad: I cut off my hair as a sacrifice to my god.
Oldish whitebread guy: ……….Oh.

FANTASTIC!

Watch for a future video where I do my impression of Prasad, who was impressively nervous over the smallest things.