Search Requests [en]

When I look at my referrer logs, I’m often surprised at the number of people who land on my logbook by making Google searches.
Some people search for glass bangles. Others for madam tulsi. Others type sari wearing, ywca new+delhi india, or khoobsurat lyrics.

Nothing very funny up till now, you’ll say.

I kept the best for last.
Just minutes ago, somebody had landed on this page by searching wet sari sex.
Here is the exerpt from my page:

TaraStar – Logbook : Adventures in India (Danielle)
… had many occasions to interact with the opposite sex). … that I had made a terrible mistake. The wet sari and petticoat were catching on my legs, and the …

You’ll have to admit it is a trifle misleading.
I hope that I haven’t been rated as “adult content” – though that might get me a few extra hits… hehee…

India Web [en]

This post started out small, but it is turning out to be a rather lengthy collection of India travel related links… : )

I did some research with Google and bumped into a number of sites containing travel logs (travelogues) of India.
I spent some time skimming through them. I read things I can relate to, others I disagree on. Some I know to be right, some I know to be wrong. But never mind. They all tell of a human experience similar to mine.
Almost all of them have pictures – but they load slowly, I must say.
Have a look for yourself!

India travelogues

Of course, it could go on for ever. Some meta-links:

This is not a “quality” listing. I haven’t explored each site in-depth. It is more of a starting point – but in any case, all the links presented here seemed to be promising in some way.

Awaiting your comments!

So, How Was the Trip? Tell Me About it! [en]

I must admit I’m sick of hearing this question. And as university has just started, I’m again meeting a whole bunch of people I haven’t seen in over a year and who are impatient for news.

The trip was overall a very positive experience. I would encourage anybody who has an occasion to have a similar life-experience to simply go for it.

I grew up a lot (but of course, one always grows up during a year) and feel that I belong to adult-land now.

The first three months were really hard, looking back. My solitary arrival, sickness the second day, a landlady I didn’t get on with and who gently kicked me out, illness and money problems in Delhi – all that was no fun.

The worst at that time was solitude. I was suffering from culture shock, slightly depressed, didn’t know whom to trust, and I had the feeling that try as they might, the people I confided in couldn’t truly relate to what I was going through. That was normal, of course – just as we have trouble imagining what it is for an Indian to land in our culture.

I wrote a lot during that time: my logbook, and “culture shock” notes – which I can’t really find courage to go through and sort out, as they send me back to deeply into those “hard times”.

Meeting Nicola in Delhi and the subsequent weeks in Rishikesh did me a lot of good. I had people to talk to, and got a chance to see how much I had already adapted to this strange culture. Going back to Pune was not too hard, as Mithun‘s family had kindly accepted to put up with me until I found a flat.

The third and last “part” of my journey is the longest – after having met Aleika and settling down in her big and protected home.

When I am asked what I did “over there”, I often answer (amongst others) “babysitting”. People often laugh a little.

It was much more than that, of course. Not everybody gets the chance of living with a baby before having their own. And I must say Somak and Aleika really let me take an important place in Akirno‘s life – I’m very grateful to them about that. It really contributed to making my Indian adventure such a great life experience.

Disconnected [en]

Two days ago I lost my cellphone: life is possible without one – I have come back from hell to let you know.

Bagha discovered his new garden yesterday evening. The first thing he did was chase a neighbouring cat up a tall tree in a concert of noises I never imagined he could produce.

Apart from that, everything is well. Maybe I’m going to be able to go to judo regularly, unpack all my boxes, go through my 700+ slides of India, buy a computer and some furniture, and stop bumping into people because I try to avoid them by sticking to the “wrong” (understand: Indian) side of the corridor.

Reverse Culture Shock [en]

Things I could not have seen in India:

  • A few weeks back, a man at the bus stop was spending his waiting time chasing cigarette butts into the gutter, systematically, undisturbed by curious onlookers. Now you understand why Switzerland is a clean country.
  • Two days ago, a woman in the (clean) toilets at my workplace dropped her purse on the floor near the sink. She actually took a piece of paper to pick up the purse with.
    She was doing something with her ham sandwich before that – I now suspect she was washing and drying the ham.