09 June, 2010

Monsoon

ok so it is here...and i took this video...which is really dark so you cant see anything....but you can hear me and the rain!!
video

i count!!

A man came by my place the other night to drop off my official Indian census form…I said but I am not Indian “do I count”…he said “no” but to fill it anyway...

22 April, 2010

reasons not to use goggle translator

So my students have to write a 400 word personnal statement as part of their application. Our classes are all tuaght in English and the personnal statemnt is too be in english as well. this kid just sent one....he typed each line in Hindi into Google translator and this is how it came out in english....

Before I’ll dinner yet while eat communicate from them. What ever they would say. I’ll keep alert all those time because He will be our progenitor. They will tell what ever we our for good tell. Perhaps They said this, Industries is not all of them. So we shouldn’t shock from telling this talk. There’s any body to be come popular. He is talent & own Hard Struggle Cause to become popular. He is every thing to a doubt Renan citation world. As if world think watch 3 hours the movie. There must be all of cushy work. But here’s Just Negative. Is not cushy any work one scene do till ten day’s lossed unit of every person hard work struggler should never think so, I likely to meet work In Industries So I haves becomed king But also required to be challenge hard work. Whatever to day’s stars He don’t make cushy stars but also before make a stars They has been cantoned director’s Producer’s of hard Review. They have been own motivate Resemble. They think always we shouldn’t laxity & in fewer ants should go ever wish to be, They Think always forever stars make to be go in propaganda. Some people say’s while shoot more do tough work actors & directors. No its wrong while shoot every workers hard work in unit. Then we able to cushy watch on the TV & canvas. Today’s every body have more money In the Industry. They wished more many make the movie & they can lucrative money but past are the days. & the days rapidly has becomed change. For make a movie should good story & for good story we should good & pacify mind as one writer & director can do because they go in propaganda dire provided the

he was rejected!

and here is a photo of me i took this weekend that i kinda like....

31 March, 2010

test explain

so i have to admit i am not very technologically apt. funny thing is i used to totally be that guy...but some how life has passed me by. I would like to blame my India exhile status, but that is not true, it has forced me to be more tech savey ie: this blog...

so anyway

i lost the cord that connects my camera to my computer so when i have photos to post i have to go to take a bus to the train station and get them burned on a CD and it's a pain. so last week a friend told me to buy a card reader...i didnt know this exsieted but bascially i stick the card reader into my computer and then my cameras memeory card into that and Vola!! Now as you can view below, i can post videos as well....so get ready!!!

a test

video

29 March, 2010

Easter!

in preparation for our Lord's Re-Birth, i will share my all time favorite Easter song...by one Miss Dolly Parton.
She sings as if she was one of the characters in the story...it just makes me laugh to think of Dolly, the way she looks, in the time of Jesus...

so here it is...ENJOY!!!



The gates and doors were barred, And all the windows fastened down
I spent the night in sleeplessness
And rose at every sound, Half in hope of sorrow
And half in fear the day
Would find the soldiers breakin' through
To drag us all away

And just before the sunrise, I heard something at the wall
The gate began to rattle, And a voice began to call
I hurried to the window, Looked down into the street
Expecting swords and torches, And the sound of soldiers' feet

But there was no one there but Mary, So I went down to let her in
John stood there beside me, As she told me where she'd been
She said they've moved Him in the night
And none of us know where, The stone's been rolled away
And now His body isn't there

We both ran towards the garden, Then John ran on ahead
We found the stone and empty tomb, Just the way that Mary said
But the winding sheet they wrapped Him in
Was just an empty shell, And how or where they'd taken Him
Was more than I could tell

Oh something strange had happened there, Just what I did not know
John believed a miracle, But I just turned to go
Circumstance and speculation, Couldn't lift me very high
'Cause I'd seen them crucify Him, Then I saw Him die

Back inside the house again, The guilt and anguish came
Everything I'd promised Him, Just added to my shame
When at last it came to choices, I denied I knew His name
And even if He was alive, It wouldn't be the same

But suddenly the air was filled, With a strange and sweet perfume
Light that came from everywhere, Drove shadows from the room
And Jesus stood before me, With His arms held open wide
And I fell down on my knees, And I just clung to Him and cried

Then He raised me to my feet, And as I looked into His eyes
The love was shining out from Him, Like sunlight from the skies
Guilt in my confusion, Disappeared in sweet release
And every fear I ever had, Just melted into peace

He's alive yes He's alive, Yes He's alive and I'm forgiven
Heaven's gates are open wide, He's alive yes He's alive
Oh He's alive and I'm forgiven, Heaven's gates are open wide
He's alive He's alive, Hallelujah He's alive
He's alive and I'm forgiven, Heaven's gates are open wide
He's alive He's alive He's alive, I believe it He's alive
Sweet Jesus

12 March, 2010

Republic day: midget's prositutes temples and flamingo's

Republic Day of India commemorates the date on which the Constitution of India came into effect (January 26, 1950)...Blah Blah Blah...it really means we get a day off from work whoot whoot!

I began my Republic day the night before. R.Day is a dry day, which means they don’t serve or sell booze so everyone goes out the night before. The plan was to take out our friend Harvey; he had just been dumped by his girlfriend, so we used this as an excuse to drink (like we needed one).

[sidebar about Harvey and the girl, they met on New Years eve and had already talked about marriage, he got dumped on the 25th of JANUARY!! it's strange like that here...I’ve been on first dates here where I am told at the end "I love you". scary!]

Aili, Harvey and I met up at my favorite Mumbai waterhole the Golden Chariot. (I will forever be in debt to Aili for introducing me to this place!!) The Golden Chariot is in the parking area of the domestic airport, Santa Cruz east just opp. Sahara Star Hotel.

[sidebar 2: A strange thing; in India restaurants that also serve beer/liquor are mostly called “hotels” and then, places where you can sleep are also called hotels. My assistant says that if you were talking to your friends and you wanted to get a room you would say “let’s get a room” but if you wanted a drink you would say “let’s go to hotel”. And if you are in your town there would be no reason to get a hotel so when you say hotel it always means drink! Anyway Golden Chariot is a hotel, but you can’t sleep there, pass out yes, sleep no!]

What Golden Chariot does have is one of the best clientele freak shows of any place I’ve ever been. Let’s start at the door where you are greeted by…

Now that alone should be reason enough to go but it continues. The restaurant is divided into two areas an inside AC upscalish restaurant and an outside area which is covered by a large canopy. This is the place! Outside nightly they have live music, AWESOME live music! It’s basically a guy with a laptop singing karaoke but it’s great. He sings old classis Hindi songs mostly desperate tear jerking love songs and “Hindi drinking songs” which are mostly desperate tear jerking love songs. This is he and me...

Another aspect of heaven on earth, the golden chariot is due to it’s proximity to the airport it is full of prostitutes looking for a quickie. And due to the coloration of my skin they flock to me…she is one of my favorites…

Seems to be no dental plan for whores in Mumbai (yuck!!) she got mad at me cause I took her photo; saw her teeth; and ran away!

We were joined by Bhavin he used to work at WWI with us. We nursed Harvey’s broken heart, danced, sang, drank and celebrated independence!!





The next day Aili had arrange a full day of activities for us…first we (Aili and I) went to campus for a flag raising ceremony and for Aili to get an award for Employee of the year!!

After Aili, myself and the director of the IT department Priyadarshi (P.D. for short) took his car and headed for a temple. Along the way we passed slat flats…

The white stuff is really table salt being made or grown or harvested…I am still not clear...but it was cool.

So we got to the temple and it’s still under construction which turned out to be the neat part seeing how it is being made, stone cut etc. I had to poop there and there was no toilet paper and had to use my hand. No photo’s of that.





At the temple we met up with Natalie, she’s an Australian doing a research project at our school. While waiting for her to arrive; Harvey called and invited us over for lunch, he lives near byish. So P.D., Aili, Natalie and I went and had an amazing Guajarati lunch at Harvey’s house. I pooped at Harvey’s too; he didn’t have toilet paper either.

We left, taking Harvey with us and travelled all the way down the city talking over the whole India vs. Australia controversy!
We drove down to this remote place in Mumbai in search of Flamingo’s; that’s right kids Flamingo’s!! Aili had read in the paper that during their migration south they stop for a layover in Mumbai so in search we went! It was funny trying to find it, lots of missed turns and bad directions lots of “you had to be there” moments! Finally in the shadow of a huge toxic power plant we found them…you’ll have to look close for the pink line but their there…


After, we walked next door to an old abandoned Muslim temple. Suddenly, out of nowhere, tons and tons of young Muslim boys came running in, it got kinda of scary cause they were everywhere and getting really rowdy seeing the two white women so we left, quickly!
To finish the day we drove to Marine drive and walked watching the sun come down.

It may have taken me a month to blog about but it was certainly one of the best 48 hours in my life. Just one of those great days where you just let the wind (or Aili) lead the way and you enjoy every second!!