Two days ago and to much relief I moved out of backpacker alley- Sudder St. and into a neighborhood near the red light district of Kiddipur. DO NOT FEAR: We have a security guard. Every night from 11:00 PM to 5:00 AM this man paroles the neighborhood, bangs a wooden stick against the cracked pavement and blows a whistle- simultaneously. The jest being if the alarms of whistle and banging stick at some point stop- be scared, the criminal has taken out the neighborhood security. Backwards? Not in India.
Wife Kirsti, former British teacher and her husband Rahul, Indian philosopher, started a school for the young children of their community in Santinekatan. The school is primarily made up of the neighboring Santal population. Santals are the largest tribal community in India, found mostly in West Bengal, Bihar, Jharkhand, Assam and Orissa.
*Think Santals treated in India how Native American's are treated in America.
Kirsti and Rahul's middle child. Her favourite color is yellow.
Enjoying a french press and cards made at the school with Tsewong, Bhutanese media extraordinaire and Rebecca, New York NGO consultant.
a peculiar yet familiar smell distracts me from operation of a moto nearly missing a mange dog and plowing into a sweet mango tree Nandun and I lay sideways in the dirt of a cricket field laughing profusely of our near fatal encounter
life is but a joke, a jest of wits, a harmless poke.
I feel so ashamed I think I need so much my back breaks with all my belongings postmodern. materialist. secular. world. i could not leave my room for 1 and a half days. i sat in and ordered room service i tried to gather myself once i ventured to the rooftop terrace to watch pink and purple paint plastered on pretty faces. holi. holi. holi. holi. a gentleman brought me to the train. platform. car. seat. i feel caged and confined but I AM TRYING
mother teresa came to kolkata and she stopped and stayed upon baring witness of the suffering she settled in and soothed the sick, she shed sun light on souls