Bollywood’s Amitabh Bachchan’s anthem wins my vote

I’ve never been a fan of Bollywood’s Amitabh Bachchan, but this week he blew me away. It wasn’t from any one of the over a thousand movies he’s made, but his heart felt rendition of India’s national anthem. Continue reading Bollywood’s Amitabh Bachchan’s anthem wins my vote

In letters from the past: Indian trains

Photo courtesy: Honzasoupup  Wikimedia Commons

As I read letters I wrote to my sister, there’s another gem I had completely forgotten: the pace of Indian trains. I’m sure they’re faster now, but when I was in India in the seventies, they were as slow as peak hour traffic. Continue reading In letters from the past: Indian trains

In Letters from the past – Held up in a Mumbai Hotel Room

Photo courtesy: Rahul Megharaj — Wikimedia Commons

Some memories you choose to forget. I did this on my last Mumbai visit. In the letters I wrote to my sister decades past, I’m enlightened on my forgetfulness. Continue reading In Letters from the past – Held up in a Mumbai Hotel Room

Once upon a time in India there was a toilet but now it’s gone

Gujarati village children — Photo courtesy: Anirudh Bhati — Wikimedia Commons

While at our Jamnagar relatives’ house, my oldest daughter, three at the time, needed to go to the toilet. When we asked where the washroom was, we were told there wasn’t one and she could go on the cement balcony before us. Continue reading Once upon a time in India there was a toilet but now it’s gone

A Buzzing Gujarati Curry

Goat curry — Photo courtesy: Alpha — Wikimedia Commons

We showed up at our relatives’ compound (ten kilometres from Jamnagar, Gujarat) unannounced, but in India, that’s fine. The property was bordered by a high wall and contained three separate two-story apartments for each of the two brothers and their wives. Continue reading A Buzzing Gujarati Curry

Jamnagar, Gujarat and a Village Tree

Lakota Palace, Jamnagar — Photo courtesy: Camaal Mustafa Sikan — Wikimedia Commons

Strangely, the most undesirable part of India because of the dust and heat hanging over the state, holds the best memories.

We bused from Rajkot to Jamnagar, not far from the Gulf of Kachchh in Gujarat where we intended to visited distant relatives of my father-in-law’s, fifteen kilometres away. Continue reading Jamnagar, Gujarat and a Village Tree

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