Category: travels
motivation and cameras
| January 18, 2008 | Posted by caroline under arts and literature, in the news, lifestyle, personal, technology, theories, travels, Uncategorized |
i am treading through ‘the secret’..my godfather’s wife has raved about it, and she’s one of the most optimistic people i know…not to mention some businesspeople i know who seem to love it.. it was one of the leading books in india…every bookstore i went into (and i went into A LOT) (hence the 14kg…
middle east
| January 16, 2008 | Posted by caroline under lifestyle, storytelling, travels, Uncategorized |
left bombay, i’m in sharjah now.. spent 3hrs in a cab this morning going home..the streets are flooded..roads to sharjah are closed off, it’s been pouring here..yeah it rains in the desert:P our van was up to its neck in water!!! i went to sleep, though..poor driver..i felt sorta bad making him drive me through,…
the seaface
| January 12, 2008 | Posted by caroline under humour, on identity, on indian roots, storytelling, travels, Uncategorized |
so it’s saturday…story time.. some of the things i’ve been doing here? well..i’ve gone to town a few times on my own, by train.. i’ve gone to a few of the clubs here in bandra, with my cousin and some random friends through the fam.. done a lot of eating..hit up the best restaurants, apparently?…
bangalore
| January 9, 2008 | Posted by caroline under arts and literature, on identity, on indian roots, travels, Uncategorized |
i went to bangalore for a meeting and well, drove around for the whole day, chatted with the driver, who didn’t speak english..so we conversed in his broken english, my broken hindi and attempts at tamil, and…music..we chatted in music, it’s true..he played my beatles, he played his kannata music (which i thoroughly enjoyed!! i…
found it..
| January 4, 2008 | Posted by caroline under humour, on indian roots, personal, travels, Uncategorized |
arrived in goa dec 29th..we left at 5am this morning to return to mumbai…i thoroughly enjoyed the 10hr ride there and back…the morning air was as crisp as the skin of the vada baji we ate at 6am, with tea..the bathroom reeked so badly that i couldn’t use it, and i later found a lovely…
hmph
| December 18, 2007 | Posted by caroline under humour, on identity, travels, Uncategorized |
remember i told you about my indian consulate issues.. well, the dogs lied to me. they said it would be very easy to get my visa renewed here..it definitely wasn’t. i was sure for a few days that i would get deported, and envisioned the police showing up at the wedding and asking for a…
mumbai senses
| December 13, 2007 | Posted by caroline under lifestyle, on identity, on indian roots, storytelling, travels, Uncategorized |
ok ok i’ve been meaning to tell you about this.. from my cousins’ house, in the centre of bandra “the queen of the suburbs”, i hear a ZiLlIoN sounds..i smell a zillion more other things, but maaaan.. so i’m going to come back here everytime i smell or hear something new.. just now, i heard…
Indian Eating Etiquette
| November 30, 2007 | Posted by caroline under humour, lifestyle, myself, on identity, on indian roots, storytelling, travels, Uncategorized |
alright, so i’m in sharjah, u.a.e… just got back from 2.5hrs at the salon..tiring..can you believe i walked barefoot on the street because i forgot to wear sandals for my pedicure? mind you, it was only a few steps and then i hopped into a car, but..i would never dare tell my mom, and definitely…
Search for a Travel Buddy
| November 7, 2007 | Posted by caroline under myself, personal, travels, Uncategorized |
I’ve just been informed by a dear friend that she will *not* be accompanying me to India for the holidays. Therefore, I am left to fend for myself from Dec.7th until Dec.19..at which point I will be attending family events for a week..from the 26th to Jan 17th, I am once again on the road…
Freeform: Migrant Workers
| October 16, 2007 | Posted by caroline under freeform, on identity, on indian roots, storytelling, travels, Uncategorized |
it’s been some time since i’ve felt the urge to rip out a pen and paper in public. —- I remember the streets Throngs of men Who hadn’t seen their wives in years I remember the wooden stairs Women with the same stained and crooked teeth Scraping away at my heels Roughened by poolside tiles…
