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Tuesday, December 29, 2009


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Man!! I am now craving for badaam roatsed in sand and a pan : )

Nice post!


badaam roasted in sand? WOW! Have you had those?
I have seen peanuts... and whole badaams, but never shelled badaams... lukcy you!
Where did you have them?


Suvir, you need to do this for a food or travel magazine, so that more people can enjoy it. You are hardly an amateur photographer. These photos make me feel that I am about to taste, smell and hear everything that is happening. Thank you for continually enlightening us about the wonders of India.


Suvir, Thank you for sharing your travels in New Delhi. The pictures are just wonderful. It makes me want to go back and explore more than I did in the 80's. Only short jet lagged layovers for about 48 hours were all we got back then. It was enough of a taste to make one want for more..
I agree with Sally that you could post these travel stories for travel mags too.
Blog on my friend!

suvir saran

Bonnie - Thanks for your words of encouragement. You are too kind. India has changed so much and yet so little.

It all depends on where you are. There are parts of India where people live on the other end of the 21st century. Going into the 22nd that is. Chic beyond measure, wealthy beyond thought and with luxuries dreams may never give most people. They have every excess perfected.

And then there is the India that still feels thriving and celebrating the 19th century. The people smiling in poverty. Could they smile in poverty? Should they smile in poverty? Should they not be protesting such glaring difference? Those are issues that could take several books to contemplate and understand. I leave that to others....

India thrives where other cultures may have seen and smelled doom. Where other cultures may rejoice, India perseveres on. Part of the old Indian mindset if you will. Remnants of the religion and the long history of the culture and the civilization. Over millenia we have been feted, robbed, loved, pillaged, murdered and forgotten... all at once sometimes. And so, people neither cry when times are tough, nor get excited beyond a certain point when good times come rolling. There is an acute understanding that time is NEVER STATIC. What comes around goes around. It might be ours today, anothers tomorrow and so forth. It is this gift of knowing that life has ups and downs, that is the beauty and the bane of India. I can keep going on.. but does anyone care?

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