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Joy on the Orient Express

By popagandhi | Published: 4 May, 2010
[The following post was commissioned by BMW for the JOY3D campaign]. I’ve been a solo traveller around the world for most of the last six years. My passport reads less like a book, and more like a game of Risk; it’s the game of me taking over the world one continent at a time, turn [...]
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India Redux

By popagandhi | Published: 3 August, 2009
I know my writing archives here are in an udder mess. I’m trying to work on it. Since there’s been an influx of new readers over from Desicritics, I’ve decided to put together a loosely compiled list of Popagandhi posts about India, love and loss, often at the same time. Pick any at random, there’s [...]
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She Moves So Fast, Her Body’s Only Keeping Up

By popagandhi | Published: 22 August, 2008
My brother and I were gossiping about my mum, as we usually do, and we were talking about her insane plans for everything: for holidays, for where she wants to eat, what she wants to do. She sits at the iMac planning holidays for next year, and does so quite earnestly, down to the hotels [...]
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Excavation

By popagandhi | Published: 11 April, 2005
1. Wherever I go, I am not allowed to forget – how perfectly crisp and displaced my unaccented English is. If there is an accent it is not one you can pin down. To my countrymen it betrays my independent school upbringing, a way of life, perhaps even my inclination towards the ways of the [...]
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Redemption

By popagandhi | Published: 16 March, 2005
I saw it in her eyes the day I left her. I was cold, I was brutal – but about as cold and brutal as the one before had been to me. It’s been described to me as akin to removing a plaster from a wound: you know it’s going to hurt like hell, so [...]
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