May 17th, 2006 | by popagandhi | published in dispatch
Schedule
Today: Udaipur
Tomorrow morning: Ahmedabad
Tomorrow night: Mumbai, finally
Next week: Goa
Popagandhi at the Railway Station
Me: “I want a ticket, boarding at ADI up to BCT.“
Officer: “Which train and class?”
Me: “Can you check train 2010, CC class.
Officer: “Sorry, it is WL50/WL29 for the 18th and RAC for the 19th.”
Me: “Can you please check under the FT. And give [...]
May 14th, 2006 | by popagandhi | published in dispatch
The various train classes on Indian trains are a good indicator of several things. Travelling in Tier 3AC - sleeper class with air-conditioning, one can reasonably assume English-speaking Indians, who are businessmen or even doctors, and are likely to spend the train journey debating in English about the elections. It is also noticed that one [...]
May 12th, 2006 | by popagandhi | published in dispatch
Jaisalmer, and the desert
Well, as of today, I can say with some authority: a cameltoe does not look like how it’s purported to look like.
Another thing I can say with some authority: riding on a camel gives you kar chng tia (literally translated from the Hokkien as “butt pain”). Compound that ache on your bottom, [...]
May 10th, 2006 | by popagandhi | published in dispatch
To get a fucking err CF just after 6gb of non-stop shooting.
Losing 811 files is one thing; teaching yourself a crash course in computer forensics for image recovery at internet cafes in India at Rs25/hr and 50.2kbps, is another.
May 8th, 2006 | by popagandhi | published in dispatch
Our rickshaw stopped at a traffic light, and just as Z. was thinking that she needed a new watch (hers just stopped), a man holding a handful of watches for sale came up to our rickshaw.
On another occasion, I was having a miserable time in a train, thinking that I needed chai. At least 3 [...]
