tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35844598357339146992024-03-05T00:50:15.205-08:00nomadic, no wonder whyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-43797967185048042872009-06-07T05:56:00.001-07:002009-06-07T06:45:41.728-07:00Yumthang Valley, North Sikkim.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344575404620508098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ZqKNXw8DJZxz5SfFE6twcoXfBXmF0V6mh_ep6j8j_daVToQ78DhurKio1BjsTwvCQchTu-UaBqApJyb0aA2w45Bg7FD3Ogix0RlbmGJ7PwPz0i8wrcK1EhCLJIkVWtDkHft9Bk0XX_kq/s400/20090601-IMG_3584.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344570189677237314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkdijxzTVFlWVb8xw1G6TSfv1fDkTF1CH3rHIHV2yvOd2ZG1W3CksJ1QgBhklKP8-Ac3e2eFSchGvoflqcYT34ZfhLDe_NT86BRTjWEEWJWLdj4DyxAH9LhuBEMxf1C41AqQJGzKo9ReRT/s400/20090601-IMG_3606.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigC73_WgAI3rIhcIzQ1WBrNvCGuH-OJhqnX5-2b11TR3WDAvlyH0_mimdFVo3Ctu8au6nX3waJHYUOF4Tls4FqbYMbbYWRlnsKSiT0rjD7Gbi9aiMGJuCLQUOGAhuFU2gzwPc10S9VEGH5/s1600-h/20090601-IMG_3628.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344573529196240354" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnqpietdgDgT4Ecs3MCId5MHaiL0O9lr5h8GWMQCKSZPDubdeb1OZngbo7GO73sV221fgGdzmSIIjymkk8lL3_ajphsmddwKJzBgdkyNumw8-rkE7Bp93Enm_zmL_HlfwS756ZMtxkNDi8/s400/20090601-IMG_3636.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div>Once independent from India, Sikkim is nestled in between the Bhutan and Nepal.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-21219557940019127782009-06-01T05:26:00.000-07:002009-06-07T05:59:31.442-07:00Operation Smile- GuwaHAAAWWWTI.Screening. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344561721468076242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizfyPut9d-9B5jUnUEimO25O45DxDuwfcnWQouWI1wPFOmU1ewe0vQVuiJqJcrEmFbZ62MeU5om_trsLtYso6-pDI9qfp0LESpc8x0OPZoycFyWKH6ft3aQiCcg1AznigAmcCkVM06LB2T/s400/20090521-IMG_3062.jpg" border="0" /> Pre-Op pretty baby boy. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344561727704406274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeYjjFXtK2fHJ7umAVkO7uzCdVLfr7E-ByJ67dg_BrKxHYiQnhgSFlQB_fGNhMaezsi5K9XZ7xbKWx1SbSskxzu8FDvY3D37I6sWM2YuAjPWS6StC5ElT580T29uuakZb8Phc_EYqQ1JAJ/s400/20090527-IMG_3154.jpg" border="0" />A solid example of when you are fortunate not to be able to read English: <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344567286843601522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh69t8zqC_zR7qYNxiyGPqWyaincXz5gCbKGNpfFiZe9jyi2n05U1ilhx6xVjrJP60TmjeGkmkNPxmeofWxhYwH07SgXpOlkZqpNCWx4-UBmMzTOX18u7pXLduH-cIWQe2_BepKWnoxmeCA/s400/20090528-IMG_3380.jpg" border="0" /><br />Fact: wisdom comes with age.<br />Beth and Mel.<br /><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344563581607540002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKITKNLq5YAu2iFp5EiPhTxXVjX1002DNm1zgrOd66h51634WrBxPSXBs6n0Pvt2EFDLx1nGgApl8wGF6-HgUk3ufJQoYb0lvGJ-eihUSJwv1miRZa-xIzIz3rmzedPda1Oq9eFjxZsXy9/s400/20090528-IMG_3350.jpg" border="0" /> Burn patient. Skin graph taken from patients stomach to give movement to her arm. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp4PnTnGFyWWT6EpJFDoybOAusIxrBICgy_xjAy2-uqRH3mcpna-u8aa7p8UOqDYAjH_knw5ddYoI-ewYZqL0fooaplDtaQI5Vo6H9sm0TGYmL62gJYEeTrS8osgNGGgMjpiBQ11aCbd82/s1600-h/20090528-IMG_3376.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344563586311203042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp4PnTnGFyWWT6EpJFDoybOAusIxrBICgy_xjAy2-uqRH3mcpna-u8aa7p8UOqDYAjH_knw5ddYoI-ewYZqL0fooaplDtaQI5Vo6H9sm0TGYmL62gJYEeTrS8osgNGGgMjpiBQ11aCbd82/s400/20090528-IMG_3376.jpg" border="0" /></a>Spirit.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWABhb3wZHyLy4-r9ETMsnCrj-X1TQ1N8ed1O8yhTCip-eW6Z_Huy_oEDOxHZp6q_pQQkqNZEAnliwrZtOuW5cyxRZLMRM-zxX-bFKBOZb7Xpxeo8LDUJ-oBIht15YORWJIpyUwXEKnCQZ/s1600-h/20090528-IMG_3358.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344563586525120658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWABhb3wZHyLy4-r9ETMsnCrj-X1TQ1N8ed1O8yhTCip-eW6Z_Huy_oEDOxHZp6q_pQQkqNZEAnliwrZtOuW5cyxRZLMRM-zxX-bFKBOZb7Xpxeo8LDUJ-oBIht15YORWJIpyUwXEKnCQZ/s400/20090528-IMG_3358.jpg" border="0" /></a> Yasi and Asil.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmOLJl_PwkcBobhiglcX7ZW8EfWknlHm_IghOgyCvF35Tuv7fOFRde937idZeuuWtiNpVjLVUz4UXjEjBcXXmhmWvdYgd3vkcKjV92O9CkdMb8hGGUkZ2aHsMWLmWKtqXRG7-rfPAWtp2/s1600-h/20090527-IMG_3247.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344561731681757842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmOLJl_PwkcBobhiglcX7ZW8EfWknlHm_IghOgyCvF35Tuv7fOFRde937idZeuuWtiNpVjLVUz4UXjEjBcXXmhmWvdYgd3vkcKjV92O9CkdMb8hGGUkZ2aHsMWLmWKtqXRG7-rfPAWtp2/s400/20090527-IMG_3247.jpg" border="0" /></a> Contemplative waiting for her sister...<br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsV3PovFhbjG63FlKfaKvEn3g_SbJQ2LHrVo3wbYGzoSns2fLpoFXI6wIapcY2cZ1osH8MsCIFv0Uxhjmj-AQvSrVU-kyQwJQS22SUD1jClCoupL4LyVoscs5ti9HXfmriHlmX0mMdiWp7/s1600-h/20090527-IMG_3216.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344561735096077554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsV3PovFhbjG63FlKfaKvEn3g_SbJQ2LHrVo3wbYGzoSns2fLpoFXI6wIapcY2cZ1osH8MsCIFv0Uxhjmj-AQvSrVU-kyQwJQS22SUD1jClCoupL4LyVoscs5ti9HXfmriHlmX0mMdiWp7/s400/20090527-IMG_3216.jpg" border="0" /></a> Fisherman at sunset on the Bramaputra</div><div>with stunning colors and better company.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344563589493185122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK_GwgWQq8i-joUxI8umXbM2ATZIC8JZL7lYUZNb0p8Skd59-dA9poyz8kzPlQLVXgHfStCoGYC3xLz0yygQ0M7gcK4T_0eDwV-4ATequMPWR7Ri67ENbFJTflUDtx6R8HCdczAr0VtF-o/s400/20090528-IMG_3443.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>Two hundred and twenty six safe surgeries...</div><div></div><div>not that numbers should matter. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-30009244684114321332009-05-20T04:15:00.000-07:002009-06-07T05:36:59.588-07:00The Royal Enfield Adventures.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344557801879718722" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Danced through palaces at night. Got really dirty. Watched wild elephants mate and made friends in low places. Walked through villages and slept in rose gardens. Prayed in mosques, temples and churches. Felt so sad I was sick. Ran out of gas- twice. Camped under the stars, due to a lack of gas- twice. Closed my eyes and pretended to fly. Nearly crashed. Developed a whiskey habit. Threw poop with kids. Hiked through Bandipur National Park. Searched for tigers, ran from tigers. Spashed in waterfalls and fell in </div><br /><div>love </div><br /><div>every single day. </div><div></div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-77155695314668287352009-05-10T04:09:00.000-07:002009-06-07T04:15:08.962-07:00GOA<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344541465459825314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAu4Wj-Y_HC68tVlQTX13mPhOmWSMcHxyitl6m9vMwU8Rw2Jp_cOmMzdfqpg5_NeiTFqV6VEr0mkBZnr-PAdt5FgLrFMeLgr33Oa3amr41MxJ2Tcraq2vSUCHFOjhkBkjGCsrEVqVfPRpb/s400/20090504-IMG_2640.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344541465584380322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZhWx0t1UN-fPaPlDm_3j1g0h9bcGcPvqG5GuNdBQWMdXQVMKkKm4F5d4FR8T1T-_0J7lIUMO-n6yv7-yz6bwqphgY-e5FT0Yn1U_tnxqhOXKfsAgr4JUakBs8EICCyge-TKOyo5d1SBE/s400/20090504-IMG_2612.jpg" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344541468310171554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg6TP0PQ2KsHowekJ-Wfpm2gx5vMMoxM098JHDnykF9OpY-9unEx8GKQVjtOIexb6eCFzyZYtk9tlm34Kae4grWL0EQF1gP9hYVu9K4RYFnaf34CKMxuDTvgBBOm_SnORYUBOAFXqbq2Rj/s400/20090506-IMG_2684.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-15367689907119483322009-05-07T04:03:00.000-07:002009-06-07T04:08:37.660-07:0042 hours across the country.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmsWmLE7ROmmt95u14YS9nXiIRogEEWyIWOuRmNV2YztebdJP6TdJ4O6yDCm9TmwPk_611HQv7DguCI3oOxPZ42x8X3zTc577ht6SC5L3vOZ4PDhAWk9aUYG8Pa-ovQOy8l-YukMLDcZOQ/s1600-h/20080501-IMG_1385.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344540834753968690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmsWmLE7ROmmt95u14YS9nXiIRogEEWyIWOuRmNV2YztebdJP6TdJ4O6yDCm9TmwPk_611HQv7DguCI3oOxPZ42x8X3zTc577ht6SC5L3vOZ4PDhAWk9aUYG8Pa-ovQOy8l-YukMLDcZOQ/s400/20080501-IMG_1385.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-91153319791112704162009-05-04T06:24:00.000-07:002009-06-04T07:40:29.542-07:00Varanasi<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1RrfHez6FNV3GkJsSQib20VcI2-RDhEnfIjDAgYJ8Q1jWtP99hPH_Abs4pHLnzL33mGZXRFU0XzOOoaqqDvPbCuSzUBxT1HApkFwGk9_2m7rgk5W3AATJf0gOmTS42q9UICyS-8HxoDEg/s1600-h/20090427-IMG_2592.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343467121336719106" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2aTkqYHeXkJMn21rtiodRcNB9NX5moP77fnoSitRLdbXe4Ocz04W-XrCc7hpcfdfI8Qbapr1A2WEXOxwqlfzXB-SHORqP08ucBleN2kyvb-qFQSNXBgmqGD11zTFLrsB8-7-XzTL3AJdE/s400/20090426-IMG_2342.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343467127420095522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmsiGLS3XTi5MIX5rA_qo41_nnBibPddkV-_w527CwbHC7zpWn3pjLVSrkoDKW_8UGzN4OkaAYJtP0Dy52sDROYrPJGgk16YH2KZpYYX-Xd8GwDG2ewIF25SXZ9XYzmJSvLCRiLXnWbiUf/s400/20090427-IMG_2523.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Whether it be sitting atop of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Shanti</span></span></span> Guest House watching water bison <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">swim</span> through the Holy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ganga</span></span></span>, drinking <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">chai</span></span></span> on the burning ghats gazing at ashes fly into nirvana, purchasing '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">charas</span></span>' or hash from the government shops located inside temples, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">memorized</span> by nightly <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">pujas</span></span></span> and candles floating into this spiritual river... This entire place also known as "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Benares</span></span>" is high. I was struck by an energy whether it be opiate or auspicious I am still unsure. Few places are as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">charismatic</span>, colorful and spiritual. It is here that Hindu's reach '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">moksha</span></span>' or liberation from the cycle of birth and death. It is here I watched this circle unfolding beneath my eyes revolving around the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Ganga</span>- the people bathe, drink, wash, defecate, birth and die in this river. </div><div></div><div>From ashes we come to ashes we will return. </div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-15562953180990843922009-04-30T05:41:00.000-07:002009-04-30T05:50:34.318-07:00Bodhgaya<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330465036652837330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPBziWIYtWrMRipMTiizJE59kvDURr6wEzkcK2ZyLQub86c7jnKNSiyy8vNtuOisCTX7MA6pBZzH5fvdNCq3KpHvCPyiqqrdCU6fQL4z5MgF6_XWBohRWj_dQwN8YPXER6k_oacHiRPDYy/s400/20090424-IMG_2204.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330464522345677410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQg4wNlaLNznYT9JLThyphenhyphenAI_Ee_ZG4dCY_9Le4L6oysikgPLXrjJ5EAwNzBrBT-DrwkmNhCPMIWQMSmbFLK0SKkniGgCL0Ppb7aegJ97Rk-zugECtK0Lm1c07GOdpNi97UdluB6q6GPtJGB/s400/20090424-IMG_2143.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGBLIUP-LGcgYWQHcMonDD1JldFNWLkOPXmtsQhcfGS9XeQdA2AJ3-9dXQ3PQCrtetVxShkWjehXJvGYE8SnsGZrUQ1Zqx1MPYV7DgTndttrei1ey_tps1eBy1i01SJBoRjDlDnExSdix/s1600-h/20090424-IMG_2263.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330465204761903298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGBLIUP-LGcgYWQHcMonDD1JldFNWLkOPXmtsQhcfGS9XeQdA2AJ3-9dXQ3PQCrtetVxShkWjehXJvGYE8SnsGZrUQ1Zqx1MPYV7DgTndttrei1ey_tps1eBy1i01SJBoRjDlDnExSdix/s400/20090424-IMG_2263.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><div>It was here, 26 centuries ago, Siddhartha Guautama attained enlightenment beneath the Bodhi tree and so became Buddha. </div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-29967354871835666112009-04-29T23:32:00.000-07:002009-04-29T23:39:22.198-07:00helping hands<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXbzFNtGRTIO0-ncdNTWeQN6BAO6d4G1sBh8yLlp90B4NtUJXdZOq-LAgfWsai9pFnGIU-ZlzDcxc4a8R4CqD_0wU_8qnwlcJoDRF13YRjECdMywAYS5iD46vOpZ9AMWHKYYoFTY3CWEbm/s1600-h/100_0253.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330370248208127698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXbzFNtGRTIO0-ncdNTWeQN6BAO6d4G1sBh8yLlp90B4NtUJXdZOq-LAgfWsai9pFnGIU-ZlzDcxc4a8R4CqD_0wU_8qnwlcJoDRF13YRjECdMywAYS5iD46vOpZ9AMWHKYYoFTY3CWEbm/s400/100_0253.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-29165936579937962132009-04-27T02:03:00.000-07:002009-04-30T05:27:18.234-07:00salud.<div>against the burning red wet sky<br />my song spills over turqouise and silver stitched silk<br />sounding olive branches, certain peace,<br />rebirth and loss<br /><br />he has young birds to cage<br />and I've already flown away.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330459936479781938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu_d9fVEdXA7qZkBfigqrCYh-jaTXhwQ7Vm_j1yi0MPWu_5P92Uvgb1L5fCnesQK3di8gZZco1f1QN60UVdLj6cgradUEeEHKc_5glWNu1wkqF5R2PEKvcI71OU-_beIYm3wdi97RVDRCX/s400/20090424-IMG_2249.jpg" border="0" /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-30771386396937751372009-04-22T01:51:00.001-07:002009-04-22T04:11:26.955-07:00DighaWhere sand kisses the lips of the Bay of Bengal. <br /> <br /> <br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7oYj7qdQc0wz7tTJfmutl2BWAxnG7e1cSxa6RNyNqe4t1nwrxHnNeQ19SF-LrONZMe673fryd7y7DUdJ2UtsRU1evJpw7kEXlBk5BAXI94JdnUhPV4fC-boqb_ftgXBS2_BcknpJX7TX3/s400/20090417-IMG_1921.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327436941606161378" /> <img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-SpJbnqB6TcB-YkkrHb1L0b6uMV97NYFCpueb-Uln5DxZsl8i-nFrU2JnDvYjSAU-QpZq1uhZheggI-yX6yajtk6o290iazW_Jch6bLz8RT2Rea4tUr9w6lfGZn1S8L97jO9C6uAZ1h_H/s400/20090417-IMG_1943.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327447681490373362" /><br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimD0QgyCcz9-yb8Tbg9h2af7VVDQwpQ1Q_RbWOaXdQlBp5dBFl3mYnH-HnAsLy2dIcmihtbMW42PRBMM7eD9AfenTcQnUVuzMxBbsXcV2WvjfBxPJr6qiKi1MpxgE4sHciAG9Yez-I3b_8/s400/20090417-IMG_1930.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327437336610761506" /><br /> <img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw5mN_77L4s0fjB7O6AjVAumjyuh8NsG7TXSya1dEBp6pYFimf_hM8SovicPpdNAF9VK0Q9p2-PujeDOWJHTnUGoz1NfIhUfkh61Q1d665sb9j4trJxGYucYBDS_fsL-wLQUG0enaS2PIq/s400/20090417-IMG_1926.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327437332092312002" /> <img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjVL2ClOTSbXBkcJ1jOIZD6mWaRhCaqCBmVGjz9-7BO7TyfEieeZD_CdtOiKt7_vDbxvtABVze4rOWDfBgOdSY2BlWMlX-RoJpkCh8Mp0g4goIWlNwmxBXv22S9HvO20sHRs5dTP5Nqdjc/s400/20090417-IMG_1955.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327450549630785554" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-33624778187107485502009-04-15T10:57:00.000-07:002009-04-20T06:47:55.403-07:00uncensored scribbles<span style="color:#ffffff;">on how her heart behaves</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">crowded trains of raging thoughts rush like rivers. feelings flood my furiously tempered heart as monsoons do the streets. i anxiously await the onset of the rainy season. emotional storms that take an entire city captive. fluctuating tides that on every sun rise and moon set carry my heart out to sea, never to return finding her laying listlessly as a battered woman by pearly green bubbles. left for me to recover daydreaming of the depths she has discovered. i know what her soul has uncovered. i do not choose to control the canvas. her path <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">stormy</span> and surreal, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sleeping at</span> wish of free will. awake, alive, vibrant, beating with a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ferocious</span> energy. i do not seek to tame or know her ways. i will follow her intuitions into the deepest mosquito ridden steamy estuaries. i follow through the darkest oblivion and when my mind has convinced my body that escape is an unthinkable position... the unencumbered whole of my being is surrendered to the point of dissolution and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">dissolvement.</span> I accept the loss of every soul I have every loved or grieved or conceived. I find her guidance has given me greater gifts than God gave Sodom and Gomorrah, Gabriel or Genesis; a clean and fiery slate, a message of his coming, a new beginning of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">worldly</span> creation.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-44556390066721498862009-04-13T01:11:00.000-07:002009-04-20T06:35:34.409-07:00the banyan tree<span style="font-size:85%;">O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond,</span> <div><span style="font-size:85%;">have you forgotten the little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">chili</span>, like the birds that have</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">nested in your branches and left you?</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Do you not remember how he sat at the window and wondered at</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">the tangle of your roots and plunged underground?</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">The woman would come to fill their <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">jars</span> in the pond,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">and your huge black <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">shadow</span> would wiggle on the water like sleep</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">struggling to wake up.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Sunlight danced on the like restless tiny shuttles weaving golden tapestry.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Two ducks swam by the weedy margin above their shadows,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">and the child would sit still and think.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">He longed to be the wind and blow through your resting branches, </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">to be your <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">shadow</span> and lengthen with the day on the water, </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">to be a bird and perch on your topmost twig, </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">and to float like those ducks among weeds and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">shadows</span>.</span> </div><div>r.<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">tagore</span>. </div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">i find comfort under the shade of his dreadlocks. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">swinging like a child, holding onto his nappy roots</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">loosely landing in the leaves below. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">i smile at</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">simplest</span> things</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">banyan trees</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">and small scrapped </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">knees.<br /></span><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324087900238095538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOOR2zIQ3O9a-XaP2HeKjuIbRDuqDhL_6outwHYGjHhZiHrmIRcZo42vBfDGzkXahUAC-Ag8KKYfcw02MTPN_xc2IXxFFwL6ZsMRYF_jh9urc-evy6LUMMRs9_Ff0oXIK9lMfEBK4UE162/s400/hidden+in+a+banyon+tree.jpg" border="0" /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-64108757825164916472009-04-09T07:09:00.000-07:002009-04-09T07:12:42.401-07:00confessional,i wink<br />at men who burn<br />through my clothes<br />with their burdened brown eyes<br />to illicit<br />more interesting faces<br />in<br />photographs.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-21684130435138908732009-04-07T09:45:00.000-07:002009-04-08T03:06:57.964-07:00oysters near the babughat<p align="right"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">navigating the intricacies of this city</span></span></p><p align="right"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">having never seen a street sign</span></span></p><p align="right"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">North to South</span></span></p><p align="right"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hooghly to Howrah</span></span></p><p align="right"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">thirty-two distractions in eighteen different peripheal views,</span></span></p><p align="right"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">it's nine thirty pm and i'm whispering to roving correspondents</span></span></p><p align="right"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sunday's news.</span></span></p><p align="right"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">on the metro between Tollygunge to Esplanade </span></span></p><p align="right"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i fumble into a friend with wife and two giggling girls</span></span></p><p align="right"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">deep within the City of Joy,</span></span></p><p align="right"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm found</span></p><p align="right"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">diving for her pearls.</span></p><p align="right"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-68028221862486611362009-04-07T02:02:00.001-07:002009-04-08T03:04:27.525-07:00Mother Teresa- Bridges over Band-Aids<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVDIQ9mL4brjIV6CF43Sqo39IOOhbcc3k2OSehtaDUe433nPRzw-bB7zDtLdRyZ4LQhPu6B1_eh5zEjaHfepPa8rDITBJ7idyyOJrgPpE10tt3WvT9IfLDLmsYmr48NfDCiZyKx7wGaHjY/s1600-h/teresaDM2408_468x377.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVDIQ9mL4brjIV6CF43Sqo39IOOhbcc3k2OSehtaDUe433nPRzw-bB7zDtLdRyZ4LQhPu6B1_eh5zEjaHfepPa8rDITBJ7idyyOJrgPpE10tt3WvT9IfLDLmsYmr48NfDCiZyKx7wGaHjY/s400/teresaDM2408_468x377.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321874733740904082" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />Last Tuesday I volunteered with Mother Teresa's Missionaries of Charity. They have had a huge impact in Kolkata since established in 1950. On Tuesdays they happen to give electric shock therapy to the women who are supposedly suffering from mental disorders.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Think: One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My job was to console the women as they screamed after electric shock had been administered. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I have never heard such cries, I have never felt so helpless. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I no longer volunteer with Mother Teresa Missionaries of Charities. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I believe in giving the people necessarily skills to be able to lift themselves from poverty not becoming reliant on charitable deeds. I feel Mother Teresa's keeps the charitable needing charity. On many discussions near disputes with devout Catholics and others who volunteer at Mother's religiously (no pun intended) I find myself entangled in the same conversation. Our Western ideas of sustainability and development can not be applied here. Impoverished Indians need a refuge to refresh the soiled yellow beaten bandages, they deserve a dignified place to die, the children need their bellies full and a hair washing. And this all needs to be done by floods of volunteers coming to Mother's every single day. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I pass no judgement. I applaud others overarching humanitarian efforts, I respect others definition of service. With all the growing pains naturally accompanied by living-We begin to realize where We Fit and after all imaginable efforts where We Will Never, Ever Fit. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Of interest I recommend: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Missionary Position: Mother Teresa in Theory and in Practice </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">by Christopher Hitchens </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">on contrast read:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In My Own Words</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> by Mother Teresa</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-29492917085013901242009-04-03T05:03:00.003-07:002009-04-08T03:07:53.921-07:00bhosmo korawhat i have found stonger than prejudice and injustice is a will to fight for the ideals that our very souls stand upon. after falling nine times i rise again on the tenth. i am stronger and more confident and the only thing i can guarentee is that i will fall again.<br /><br />thank you for telling me i was lacking in<br />confidence, decision making, and discretion.<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />because of you,<br />i burnt to ashes<br />and finally<br />flew away.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-41947447329135118662009-04-03T05:03:00.001-07:002009-04-07T05:14:38.534-07:00Bolpur, Operation Smile March 2009<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2Izqd8UPubzbso81GVPYVImxMP9ZcH_Im1KPFAVXQcGMSnyywTpd48ToeTMUoeEs_0-8epJVUUaMYwcabmjiwrqHirzg2Iza0c5YUVtwvXKqjNdrOnZFVxzdspRXHbpPhpLfJqDODux-/s400/20090314-IMG_0823.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321917439415059282" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi434VoY09jNe5hwT_ivGq3VH7fjCnXJM32VC-fjRk-g9cVCl6N0dAgMns8JMgfG_erI23b0hQvRAB94p5MfT3Swo04Pzl_yR1P7cVKZ9O34BRn8Ua2k0X1ceTzCEMHwIEw8vO-IEW6ArIj/s400/20090314-IMG_0791.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321916907602721234" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCziM9QdKm3j79wBmEGd76kROVJ6kKG7cZSwdjYB-DIbgvB-m6tULZs3nfrvs0TUG6gQpbcjgdsOE032hELzOoftE_SOti8NbLk3i0YeD_gGSCJ-Xk-P6xyN9YnddW1BjsD6vu9tz-Vr4i/s400/20090314-IMG_0753.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321916662839516754" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxck1xmnfvazujgZId-o5mB7jXWMYGD40FikmUZc6jTNuNnGOsXw0mqyNctw979WtPz2-6J2icrb6OWSSPpL2BTjjIDZK1V5pa0fBmvefCWwXPUWH1HvHPw71G8-MWdfBbD5zMljM9DMAC/s1600-h/20090317-IMG_1059.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Anjali is a doll. She was not able to receive surgery because she has a respiratory infection. Fortunately she was referred to the Operation Smile Center in Kolkata. It was painful watching her mother leave crying, Anjali however did not stop smiling. </span></span></a><br /></div><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxck1xmnfvazujgZId-o5mB7jXWMYGD40FikmUZc6jTNuNnGOsXw0mqyNctw979WtPz2-6J2icrb6OWSSPpL2BTjjIDZK1V5pa0fBmvefCWwXPUWH1HvHPw71G8-MWdfBbD5zMljM9DMAC/s400/20090317-IMG_1059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321887699132780018" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvFfkqZOpcPRjK6nm7_HgEXnMFGLxpNiRjonimXY4lOzsvdEHOoLi8To-3Gjk4PK1YH8fTumdEkuKQ0p_jMMeZkZnPwpLEuNqzP5ap_tBUiPxVbxQ1ZGri2vlri1YPxaflqVfiOM07N8Dn/s400/20090316-IMG_0990.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321887693228978754" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Three Generations</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2rsKQ60TrtEDRDO7FeC5Z-HJB8G_hIo3HqVfOmDNHg2yZfbSpLojpWSYBa4MPKlCzEHXYa0T1_GR424eO58jVTGOgOmytNkulMeeBNdGEIicdUXQB_QJNzNyvwGrxqwA_oMntXzdkUwWg/s400/20090316-IMG_1028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321887689729731682" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Biswagit had a tongue-tie and is blind. He took my heart as well as Fanny's backrubs.</span> <br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYKaKUWSr_brLHyXM67m4xBOH5vF_wR3n8Zd0as-26bkHX9Fl54TTTmnvZsGlecIpyZprmJJLiM6b-z3HkldtMPGkUCy7TiTxvcXNC85Y4pNDyZ4ABw3qN4oVToINQhjb_2riWGI-nz1jB/s400/20090318-IMG_1134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321887684850863426" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">As precious as the children's new smiles are those of the mothers.</span><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi69LuAtsTcshdVPCdsAx5L4mUJLt4Dl217-51GVQ0w9XhUKvgL_PCpHgoGPAaF1wEPFqyJQ0SmNcgkkioBnp-Fz7DdcNTepRJawODZL1h7Xa9R_TemnHP6JqTxD0ivUPIsBTGPjKEhyphenhyphenM8f/s400/20090317-IMG_1055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321918297121238050" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-58109323821918701082009-04-01T10:16:00.001-07:002009-04-07T08:10:19.341-07:00Sanlaap- Speaking of the Unspoken<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);" >I had the privilege of visiting Sanlaap with Becky, founder of the Destiny Center where I am currently volunteering. Sanlaap is an Indian feminist NGO, established in 1987. It's focus is to make the world a safe place for girl children and women by protecting their rights. Sanlaap is a developmental organization that works towards correction of social imbalances which present themselves as gender injustice and violence against women and children. The primary work is focused against trafficking of women and children for commerical sexual exploitation, sexual abuse and forced prostitution.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sanlaap is nestled on the outskirts of a small village outside Kolkata. It is to be a save haven for the young girls recently rescued. Inside the gates topped with broken glass there is a small lake where a black lab swims and wags. When we went we brought Rangita who is Nepali. There were recently 9 girls rescued from a brothel in Kolkata, the youngest being 7. Having no communication abilities Rangita is a blessing and an verbal outlet to the girls. They express their feelings of solitude and depression near suicide and inabilities to adapt. <br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);" >On a lighter note, many of the women and girls working at the Destiny Center come from the two main shelter homes in Kolkata- Sanlaap and Apne Ape. Today a young woman working at the Destiny Center had Becky sign a referral to move into a hostel- out of the brothel she is living, on her own free will. <br /></span></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></span></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);" >Block printing is a way for the girls to create beautiful sari's and bedcovers while generating income.</span></span></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321896460573694338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1n8IUic6tErcu84n2ymPziCUUNwLDAhpkevN5YO9JLpx5VCz3hvushheb5OuqOgZLHr-nSi-PMY4I__chMc0fp1zjhNZfwNIHF8EZC91po5xDxu-qrDqF7xWv58SR05dFt_Sh6llXh7RV/s400/20090330-IMG_1443.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321900244543250018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgULuao3xDktOb3q14v6QKHB_GvMsQ4HIawNVVj-9Q7XamIOUT2_s0JPK57LTjqGjHKOnAJpzKic_GHdi9RPPmhlg6ycguOQEiuVjcHHqauq-3cUaENFrbsb1UIRCMl5fOVaAH7s6mh9NED/s400/20090330-IMG_1452.JPG" border="0" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">T-shirt dying for orders from Fair Trade organizations like </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"><a href="http://www.emancipationnetwork.org/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Emancipation Network</span></span></a></span><br /></div></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321898574540617954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdmZ3NWdD1_j2WRGevIifE9mF-yLTxHonZuAklU_mgZDSCVXInaO_6m_a82OOTRjg247XoDjpJynVbn-QMfe5zS9mZBAVnCSSjKQX3l7MX8bOLhIbfBMOnaoMukPib6yGQgUQuzKLxNMOh/s400/20090330-IMG_1467.JPG" border="0" /> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-51739808854145846702009-03-30T10:42:00.000-07:002009-04-09T08:17:52.633-07:00Santinekatan and Rabindranath TagoreI don't expect you to pronouce either properly.<br /><p> </p><p>*more to come, this weekend I return. </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-14762747977774930272009-03-30T10:18:00.001-07:002009-04-07T08:33:07.923-07:00West Bengal Neighborhood SecurityTwo days ago and to much relief I moved out of backpacker alley- <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sudder</span> St. and into a neighborhood near the red light district of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kiddipur</span>. 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- <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">simultaneously</span>. 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.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-8151660295813583672009-03-29T10:15:00.000-07:002009-04-07T07:54:50.782-07:00my belgium beauties.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR4zeFQRLjfOal6GKZlf38UOwdrpfxmmzD2Oo1s7nOwfun-Cn8Jj5ZDpLykyhh6NymL8MvAgSzE0UAIt-b8w9Nwfvwi-7AZh4xrvYFtRrJoTCSpQYKSfz3BA3VRd0SgqqqWBSsukYMOkk_/s1600-h/20080322-IMG_1330.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321963006962143122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR4zeFQRLjfOal6GKZlf38UOwdrpfxmmzD2Oo1s7nOwfun-Cn8Jj5ZDpLykyhh6NymL8MvAgSzE0UAIt-b8w9Nwfvwi-7AZh4xrvYFtRrJoTCSpQYKSfz3BA3VRd0SgqqqWBSsukYMOkk_/s400/20080322-IMG_1330.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-87840603461129854932009-03-27T01:21:00.000-07:002009-04-07T09:18:17.594-07:00A School for Santals.<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">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. </span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">*Think Santals treated in India how Native American's are treated in America. </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The teachers</span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321924098564864610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuBAbWIAE0uiGV9yC2FWyT8s-be8bmRK37KAA5VIK1kvgs84AUBuhs3EJbZxRtGOjIB24gV253zY3T4Ec-qf4JI62k7vy1u3A9ew4EJ1KvXGT9FvoC3FkbwwkNdAPEhFJomrRwUB7pkf8d/s400/20090317-IMG_1099.jpg" border="0" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Kirsti and Rahul's middle child. Her favourite color is yellow. </span><br /></div></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321924096225119314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgswzL27aI6u5PxHyuwYPg-X711balgli6jLitjyEwBOpHmgjxAQNgv64BJ7wx8XtoCKMZgZ0c8Fh5Z5AE7t4_5h7vMkIRODvwQ_dupLkjcOnW9ZyaP0O22dT2YMlxS3_9ux4isMAJvX5PD/s400/20090317-IMG_1092.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321923747946809298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBHvxNy59DcSj7EZjfMPU1PTJjd5iTDgLfJRDR2s5ybdaNiMTBuNCwO9QavKdo5RMJ9qqLdGuUxy_ba3qniKFlzMlaorCCEg5kJadmmWt4Vy9MtrhGfSPcyADAUh5m_nKSsVW6TF_v8SfI/s400/20090317-IMG_1080.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321923612256871714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfnh0lFzyS6nSoZXC51IfUQniLCZ8ztHYZZzl9jCtKpPe32UOaMQEsrfyFq2aLklvYcHafyAckFpc0K2h-oH2BBhh2FDyN5C8GDlWki8FF6L6QUmJYvl-k1hpN0Xa8WhEIbTltDy4tlvNR/s400/20090317-IMG_1078.jpg" border="0" /> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Enjoying a french press and cards made at the school with Tsewong, Bhutanese media extraordinaire and Rebecca, New York NGO consultant.</span><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321926455162982146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKkXxawqjiWVJMd9hnWQTlO5FmNFTlC62NeCza8_EVtTqUO1GOu7v9KwiyBhqN9qemTTKx-FUF5mFipxta_VcMKLb0LUEFwjAXuwOkpr0kDR6hWWCJt5nRF4LU94ExJstz3D4abEg4Qsq5/s400/20090317-IMG_1114.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321927549041614194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-AVe59JSPNWPjEUOAc0qk-Qy6ReGvPnPD35yyatrWPH5A5QrXNTC_-orD8Eag7o0BPZP6wuIUUMKiUezOmRoEHLN5hTsSHT9IQWd0XK10c68zAdS4JQkoeXzAOlS6_ynhwqpJJ5rkJBxq/s400/20090317-IMG_1104.jpg" border="0" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-28349008640438576662009-03-22T06:08:00.000-07:002009-04-07T05:47:35.308-07:00on meeting a mango tree.a peculiar yet familiar smell<br />distracts me from operation<br />of a moto nearly missing a mange dog<br />and plowing into a sweet mango tree<br />Nandun and I lay sideways in the<br />dirt of a cricket field<br />laughing profusely<br />of our near fatal encounter<div><br />life is but a joke, a jest of wits,<br />a harmless poke.<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUNWBz_vgme-2tsW1j_jxkFJl0al54hkNCVy4rElX2gPTQmu0sv0zqmpe6l0Ef-KS1RIzVRnTXU8e8vY_5BoRGoQrYPDYZ8tugM_AHhS_qEYpTrqMC14660_kcNFgKFOnXgnOHFJmrWd1r/s400/20090314-IMG_0805.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321929564772334530" /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-47595830972034426632009-03-13T01:07:00.000-07:002009-04-09T08:31:24.864-07:00upon arrivalI feel so ashamed<br />I think I need so much<br />my back breaks<br />with all my belongings<br />postmodern. materialist.<br />secular. world.<br />i could not leave my room<br />for 1 and a half days.<br />i sat in and ordered<br />room service<br />i tried to gather<br />myself<br />once i ventured<br />to the rooftop terrace<br />to watch pink and purple paint<br />plastered on pretty faces.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">holi</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">holi</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">holi</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">holi</span>.<br />a gentleman brought me to the<br />train. platform. car. seat.<br />i feel caged<br />and confined<br />but I AM TRYING<br /><br /><br />mother <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">teresa</span> came to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">kolkata</span><br />and she stopped and stayed upon <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">baring</span> witness of the suffering<br />she settled in and soothed<br />the sick, she shed sun light on souls<br /><br /><br /><em>this is not for the faint of heart</em><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(nor digestive system)</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584459835733914699.post-43228715748532493032009-03-04T10:14:00.000-08:002009-04-09T08:29:09.142-07:00love is written on her sleeves.Journalist write to be objective and accurately depict a situation or circumstance.<br /><br />I am not a journalist.<br /><br />I am a nomad.<br /><br />I am a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">jingling</span> gypsy<br />with bangles far up each<br />arm.<br /><br />I am a poet.<br /><br />I am a humanitarian and I am handing you<br />my heart.<br /><br />Here she is,<br />she's yours.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0