Bangalore International

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... built around the central temple, all of which is about the size of a tennis court. <br><br>I like visiting that temple, and others, particularly when I have prints to give out. During Diwali I got a batch of 75 pictures printed and wandered around handing them out to the people in them. Reactions ranged from bemused to delighted, and curios passersby were highly entertained as well. In Shivajinagar shopkeepers and traders were happy with the unexpected ...

... really cool people at the party....very interestingly I met one of my best friend (Mahanth's) Cousin Vikram.....which was completley wild as I have never met him before....and he randomly came to this party....even more crazy, he grew up in bombay and so i told him that I have cousins in Bandra west (a neighborhood there) and he said "Oh yeah you mean the twins Karthik and Krathika". I was completely shocked....he knew them growing up and used to go to ...

NOTE: with only dial-up Internet service available on campus, I have not been able to successfully upload pictures to this blog. With hope and as I travel back to Bangalore next weekend, I will have a chance to post a handful of shots. <br>~~~~~~~<br>My journey to India has definitely been a unique, enjoyable and enlightening experience so far. Life here outside the village, as they call it, despite their being over 1,000,000 people here, of Hosur in the north of Tamil Nadu ...

... the buildings still looking haphazard and mouldy, paint flaking, large puddles and small shops dominating the scene (the multinationals not playing a big part here). There were however bars and nicer, western style hotels and restaurants, a couple with internet, and gaming parlours alongside the dingy cool bars and milk parlours. Maybe it was not the most flattering day to see the city, but the city didn't flatter us particularly either... <br> <br>We got a feeling that most ...

... and street food, traffic fumes, and the odd whiff of a drain. I tend to notice the smells of places I visit; they tend to make their character. My first trip to Ibiza&#8217;s West End as a teenager more than 10 years ago smelt of Redbull, kebab meat and Joop. My trip to Paris smelt of patisseries, expensive perfume and rich food. It stays with me as much as the images and helps me maintain a holistic image of a place in my mind. Weird.

I am now just four days into my visit to India and just two days into directly connecting with the poor being supported through microcredit and I am already reflecting on my experiences and going deeper into my thoughts. A part of my reflection was precipitated by a helpful e-mail from Sarah "As for pix in the Third World: I hope you come home with some photos of the lived reality of India--not just picturesque eye candy of adorable big-eyed ...

... and I am excited. Teaching is hard. Esp when you are teaching kids who, though smart, have no discipline, don't really care to learn, and don't have an overwhelming need to either. Back to the point. This program - out of thE MIT Media Lab (oh MIT, how I love thee....) is called Scratch, and it is super awesome, and I only found out about it today, about 2 minutes before I started downloading it on all (ten) computers in the "Dell Computer Lab ...

... a resounding "No!". I found myself becoming more and more aggressive, suspicious, and self-righteous. I know that "There is nothing wrong" and that "Everything is possible and it's all good" and that "All judgments are rooted in fears" and that "All fears are illusionary ". I know all that and at the same time my experience in India was of constant judging and complaining. "There is definitely something wrong here!!!" I kept telling (yelling?) to myself (and whomever was ...

... have dining room seating inside and patio seating outside. We sat outside... we could see over the city and it was absolutely amazing. The lights and buildings and watching the traffic from that high up... it was unreal. Very peaceful and so pretty; you could hear the horns and traffic from the city below like a soft baand we watched planes take off and land at the ...