Nagaraj, my driver, is a pretty good guy--good stories, good jokes, likes Jackie Chan and Jet Li movies. I need to send him a copy of Ong Bak ( Read more... )

Spent most of today in bed. *Not* a smart move, as tomorrow is back to work ( Read more... )

I know all about the gorgeous Indian women. Even saw a few.

Did you know that there are some damned fine Indian boys, too?

Not dead yet--

Or the Ma'am will work too. I feel like the Queen of England.

Seriously, where do I start? Maybe with the Indian version of a wellness program--meditation and breathing exercises led by a couple of reps--except I'd have to call them disciples--of Sri Sri Ravi Shankar, who is not the sitar player. Wikipedia, anyone?Unfortunately that was followed ( Read more... )

Long flight, sweet people, great food (except sweet people keep thinking I'll spontaneously combust if I eat it, so first lunch was a Subway Sandwich). I'm the only one in the house the company rents for such occasions, and as a result I get hovered over. It makes me feel very weird. The house is in a gated community and Thaembi (sort of house ( Read more... )

I'm headed to Bangalore tomorrow via Dubai.

Wish me luck.

And that I find a plug adapter for India tomorrow before I leave. Any pointers?

Forklifts are the Swiss Army knives of the construction business ( Read more... )