The Two Indias and Generalizations


The Two Indias and Generalizations
I’ve been accused on more than a few occasions (well, OK, on every blog post I make that mentions India) of over generalizing (yes, weirdly, my English has be Americanized since being in India and I now spell stuff with zee’s insteaded of esses) with my sweeping statements about the country, population and culture. To some extent this is very true, but if I noted the exceptions to my generalizations...
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If You Go Down To The Beach Today


If You Go Down To The Beach Today
Given the utter lack of things to do in Chennai (ie. the pub) on Sunday evenings, Chennai, as a whole, converges en-masse to a place known as Marina beach. I often forget that Chennai is a coastal city but it’s just a short 10 minute train ride to get to the beach. Marina beach is the place to go, it’s like Blackpool but not as bad. Families play with their kids, newly weds and secret couples...
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Who Cares What Your Dreams Are


Who Cares What Your Dreams Are
I asked my friend a question the other day, I don’t think they got why I was asking it though. The question I asked was: At what point is a country sufficiently developed enough that the people are able to pursue a career in a field that actually interests them instead of doing what pays the best. Yes, it was an uncharacteristically deep and loaded question for someone of my shallow nature. But...

It’s Actually Kind of Endearing


It’s Actually Kind of Endearing
The other Saturday a friend came over for a few beers (ok, I had a few beers, she had a fruit juice) and to watch a couple of movies. Since I subscribe to the can’t cook, won’t cook school of thought I informed her before hand that while I can lay on the entertainment, catering will not be provided. Not a problem, she announced, she’d just order a takeaway when she got to my place. Now...
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Weekends in Chennai


Weekends in Chennai
Like the vast majority of the salaried world, I tend to look forward to the weekends and believe that they end far too soon. In the last few months most of my expat network have left, so there have been no more trips outside the city, crazy house parties or even nights out in the clubs. However, that’s not to say I’m not enjoying myself, I seem to have got myself in to a bit of a weekend...
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Do you want any coffee with that sugar?


Do you want any coffee with that sugar?
India is well known for its love of food and variety of dishes, both veg and non-veg (as I now call it). They certainly don’t do anything by halves, “more of everything please, waiter”. India currently has the worlds largest consumption of sugar, not difficult when you have 1/6th of the worlds population, but some what surprising when you keep hearing how obese North Americans and...
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It shouldn’t happen to an expat


It shouldn’t happen to an expat
I seem to be having a streak of bad luck recently. Whether the gods are playing with my fate in a game of dice or not, I don’t know. Or it could be my natural carelessness (I’m sure my dad would agree with that!). However, I have a far more interesting theory, so much so that I’m going to pick it up and run with it. Festival season is in full swing in Chennai. To the open minded foreigner,...
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You Had Me At Hello


You Had Me At Hello
Every phone I’ve ever had has been a Nokia. Sure, just like other guys I may have flirted with other phones but in the end, I’d come back to the trusty old Nokia, it’s a guy thing, it’s safe and you know exactly what you’re going to get. I once got a Sony Ericsson, but that lasted for almost all of 2 hours before I cursed myself for trying something different and got my...
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Chicago Comes To Chennai


Chicago Comes To Chennai
I do like musicals. See. There, I said it. And I don’t care (actually, I do care a little bit, so please don’t judge me!). There was a time when I could recite every word from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (except the boring love song in the middle of course). I think one of the first musicals I was taken to see was Star Light Express down in London. I remember how myself and my younger brother...
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Attack of the Killer Red Worms (really!)


Attack of the Killer Red Worms (really!)
I’ve been scratching my head, trying to think of a suitable title for this blog entry. There’s not much that can accurately describe the revulsion that you might have after reading this, so if you are of a nervous disposition or have a weak heart, probably best to skip to the next post. Continue if you are brave enough. A couple of weeks back I had the worst stomach upset I’ve ever...
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