Ginger Pondicherry Hotel
- Meeting rooms/conference facilities
- Drycleaning onsite
- Airport Transportation
- Minbar in room
- Breakfast Available
- Room service
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... The counselling office of Mr. Kumaran seems to be an
important room for the students to get some relief and understanding.
The open door policy lets them know they are mostly welcomed.
All in all, I think that school
psychologists make an important contribution to schools in Germany as
well as in India. They provide support for students and teachers, so
that social life at school is more peaceful, they strengthen the
social skills of students and help ...
... course, adding the Aurovillian twist to them. We get used to hearing the same string, wind and percussion sounds that when the sound of a new, pleasing sounding instrument pops up, your ears practically smile with happiness, and ours did. The experience was relaxing, uplifting and dream-like; it made our bodies tingle and our heads explode, it made us float, dream and definitely took us to other places that were far far away from our physical bodes – almost like the ...
... we were running back and forth between various offices and buildings, filling in forms, rushing back to our guesthouse to get a piece of missing ID or paperwork, then back to the town hall to fill in more forms. As no currency exists we need an ‘Aurocard’ to buy things, like food for example (pretty useful at the best of times) to get one of these magical cards is probably as easy as getting one of willy wonka’s golden tickets! When we did finally get one, we were ...
... taking her out of the cloth bag, we realized that she had a big crack along the side . . . which somehow was rather a big shock to us, as we felt that something had happened 'behind the scene'. Broken it had no attraction to the wife anymore and so the shakuhachi came into my hands, wounded, dead . . .
Now that must have been in the mid Nineties and I had not yet even started our workshop/project with instrument-building! (a moment of reflection right now . . . never ...
... French and have been greeted in Arabic)
On Tuesday, I took the (5p!) bus out of town and headed south to the enticingly named Paradise Beach.
The beach is on a long palm tree-lined narrow spit of land on the southern side of an estuary from which the sea flows into the tranquil jungled backwaters of Pondicherry territory. I don't think it's possible to get there by car so everyone takes a 15 minute boat ride from the main road, along the final part of the estuary ...