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Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Vacationing and vacating

well i was away...

i was on vacation...

after a year of being a good boy and working my way through corpoland... the old soul was becoming corpulent and needed i moaned on the phone to the big boss..who first thought i was going to desperate did my pleas sound....then he negotiated me down from 4 weeks to two..and i was handed my ticket to 2 weeks of living like a man on this feel the breeze on my face..the sun in my eyes...the sand in my toes and the chance to live away from my box of concrete, my box of metal and rubber which runs on petrol..and my my box in a box with a box on a desk which is where i see what i type appear.

landed in chennai on friday night....drove all night along the east cost road and reached pondycherry just as dawn was breaking. Found a lovely machan house..or hut on the beach and settled in...and the next few days passed by like three years... detoxing...dry cleaning...emptying out.... Moved on and travelled overnight and reached bangalore in the morning.... stayed a few days with my sister and played with my lil niece who at the age of 10 months can scroll down to her favourite ringtone on most cellphones. Then onwards to guwahati in the eastern corner of india... it had been a dream of mine to do this once....10 days in the land of the brahmaputra, where tribes with names like Khasi, Garo, Bodo, Naga live...and where the mountains are carpeted in green and shrouded in wispy white veils, where humans live with respect for nature and life flourishes beautifully.

walked along the mountain trails...bathed in streams, rivulets, lakes, waterfalls and hotel shower cubicles, ate all sorts of things, smoked peace pipes with strangers sitting alone tending to their little meadows on their mountains and it was fun.. saw the bangladesh border ..saw the army camps...saw the tribal dances...saw a society where women dominate, property is inherited from mother to daughter and after marriage the groom goes to live with in his wifes house, where women are not looked at like commodities, where there are no strangers and people help each other and where all of these tribes are engaged in a dance to the death, fighting among each other, trying to jostle into positions of power and influence and theres a new movement everyday....all in all one incredible vibrant mad and merry part of india....but sadly messed up because of guns per capita ratio.

took a few photographs...will post soon.

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