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The Strange Motel Mosque – Paharaganj, Delhi
The Strange Motel Mosque
Paharaganj, Delhi
After sweeping through the packed streets of Paharaganj, Delhi, past Bangladeshi beggars and pushy shopkeepers, I craved the relief of my hotel room, with its peeling paint and dirty black and white floors. I was working on erasing some dark circles u
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Bombay & Mumbai; A Tale of Two Cities
Bombay & Mumbai; A Tale of Two Cities
Bombay and Mumbai, India
Bombay begins with a pre-dawn road-trip through streets carpeted with sleeping people. Our yellow and black taxi barrels along in the fast lane, horn blaring as we progress in a succession of rapid braking and momentum-gatherin
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India on Three Wheels – India
India on Three Wheels
India
It had just topped 45�C, the sun was blazing high above us in a clear blue sky and a hot wind was blowing across the cracked dry plain, drying out my eyeballs so I could barely see the potholes in the road as I drove. My kidneys felt bruised from the constant pound
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Prayas – India
Prayas
India
After four rottenly humid, dirty, exhausting days in Delhi, I tossed my towel of compassion in the toilet – or side of the road, as is commonly used there.
The barefoot, half-clothed children who wandered up to me with one hand on my arm and the other curled toward their mou
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What to Wear in Northern India
What to Wear in Northern India
India
I was traveling with the aid of a Lonely Planet guidebook on a recent trip to northern India (Spring 2004) and began to notice that the text was lacking some important information that would be useful to everyone. As I traveled through the many diverse cultu
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Forever Chennai! – Chennai, India
Forever Chennai!
Chennai, India
Home is where the heart is? Well, yes: there will always be a part of Liverpool inside me, yet the heart is a wholesome thing; it can hold so much within. My roots are firmly planted in English soil, but are obviously no longer exclusive to England.
My affair wit
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Spaced Out! – Chennai, India
Spaced Out!
Chennai, India
“So, like a bull, my feet are sunk in the soil, laden under a yoke?” Freedom laughed at my self-assessment. She was a twenty seven year old from Sweden who was extolling the virtues of astrology. Freedom had suspected that I was an earth sign by my inabili
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Poison Kiss – Chennai, India
Poison Kiss
Chennai, India
“I would like you to be the main actor in a film I am making, sir”. Everyone in the room turned to see who said this. A few seconds later they began looking in my direction and I almost choked on my coffee. This booming voice from half way across the room
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The Point of No Return: Love and Death in India – Delhi, India
The Point of No Return: Love and Death in India
Delhi, India
I suppose that men cannot really describe other men as being “sweet”. Someone I once knew in India, a woman, liked to call certain men sweet, but I never felt that I could. But Sach was sweet. He had a gentle nature, a par
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Journey With a Difference – Kolkata, West Bengal, India
Journey With a Differencee
Kolkata, West Bengal, India
Once upon a time, there used to be a Party with a difference. There also existed a Team with a difference. Both felt themselves to be invincible. Both were like balloons blown out of proportions waiting for catastrophe to strike. Alas, tod
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Chasing Rainbows in Chennai – Chennai, India
Chasing Rainbows in Chennai
Chennai, India
I had been watching satellite TV in my hotel room for far too long. The more I watched, the wearier I became. The advertisements were almost carbon copies of the ones in the West, in terms of the products and the shiny coca-cola lifestyles they promote
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From Copenhagen to Byron Bay: An Energy Crisis and a Tale of Two Women – Chennai, India
From Copenhagen to Byron Bay: An Energy Crisis and a Tale of Two Women
Chennai, India
“They possess mystical energies and can help to focus your karma”, April was convinced that the crystals and gemstones I had bought here in India had qualities that went way above and beyond the la
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Chai! Chai! Chai! – India
Chai! Chai! Chai!
India
“Chai! Chai! Chai!” came the strangled wail that jolted me from my early morning slumber. It sounded like the painful cry of a scalded cat, but it wasn’t. It could be only one thing – swarms of Indian Railways chai-sellers, laden with pots and urn
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Dysentery in Delhi, Chills in Chennai: don’t ask how I am! – Chennai, India
Dysentery in Delhi, Chills in Chennai: don’t ask how I am!
Chennai, India
Metal beaters from the street below were pounding away with huge hammers, tailors were busy at their sewing machines with sharpened needles, and barbers were scraping faces with cut-throat razors. I couldn’t g
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Thank God for Sanjay Dutt! – Tamil Nadu, India
Thank God for Sanjay Dutt!
Tamil Nadu, India
This is a story about television and fame and begins in the unlikely setting of a humble eatery in South India. I was famished and stopped at the first street-side cafe or dhaba that I came across. It looked cheap and grotty, and it was cheap and gro
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Flying High in India – India
Flying High in India
India
Unfortunately, for most people, air travel has become a necessary part of the travel experience these days. I say “unfortunately” because flying fills me with dread; or, to be more precise, the fear of crashing. Flying in itself is a fabulous experience. W
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Sweeties of India – India
Sweeties of India
India
In spite of consumerism having a field day, in spite of DINK philosophy ruling the roost and in spite of Yuppie culture having spread its tentacles far and wide, it is a sorry state of affairs that sweetmeat vendors are left stranded high and dry. They are facing a real
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Cardboard Cows and Sugarpuffs: A Taxi Ride to Fame – Chennai, India
Cardboard Cows and Sugarpuffs: A Taxi Ride to Fame
Chennai, India
Travelling through town in a rusting metal box of a taxi in hot pursuit of another gym. No suspension, tattered and torn interior and head wedged against the roof. Every bump and twist magnified from the neck down. Side to side,
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Out of Chennai and Into Madness on the Back of an Enfield – Chennai, India
Out of Chennai and Into Madness on the Back of an Enfield
Chennai, India
Steven had two passions in life – motorbikes and rum. Fortunately, he did not really mix the two. He always carried a metal hip flask, which was topped up with Old Monk Indian rum from the bottle shop on Triplicane H
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The Art of Evasion on an Indian Train – India
The Art of Evasion on an Indian Train
India
It was yet another long-haul train journey. I was heading south from Calcutta and can remember passing the time (and there was a lot of it) by talking to Ramesh. He was a neatly dressed, thirty-something government employee. Like a lot of private conv
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