biking with the wind blowing me...

yeah, hoping that my mind makes some sense in writing. my sense of black and white in matters relating to life and thoughts are becoming blurred - i hope not by the influence of new age but rather by the influence and my human understanding of the grace of God. i want these recordings to become a reminder of God's faithfulness in my golden days.
So, welcome my friend, let's learn together. I beckon you.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

The Land of Spice and Colours

India is known as the land of spice, and how true that is. They have got thousands upon thousands of spice, of which only a few I am familiar with. In this spice (spy) land, there are many images that stick in your mind:

1. Dirt and rubbish
2. Colours on their cloths
3. Chaotic roads
4. The unending noise the moment daylight breaks
5. The celebrations/festivals on the streets
6. The love of life and celebration through dancing
7. The women who carry things on their heads
8. The people who have lost their smiles to poverty and sheer difficulties of life
9. Poverty, hunger, hopelessness - all staring at my face
10. Heaps and heaps of rice and dhal

and my humanity.

Hyderabad is THE place to come if you like biryani (this is not a typo error), haleem (pressure cooked meat with bones intact and different spices) and really good dhal meals. I am enjoying the meals but I realise how much I miss meat - fish, pork, chicken, beef for every meal at home....I am such an omnivorous creature. LOL. Bad English.

11 more days to go. Welcome to the world of cross-cultural living and adaptation. It stretches you very much.

2 comments:

Jolene said...

Have you been eating the "pillow rice"? Kevin loved loved loved it - but apparently only the poor eat it.

gRaCeY said...

I don't know. Has it got peanuts and some leaves in it? I have eaten something like that for breakfast but I don't know if that's it. :)