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Mark Twain on India

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“This is indeed India; the land of dreams and romance, of fabulous wealth and fabulous poverty, of splendor and rags, of palaces and hovels, of famine and pestilence, of genii and giants and Aladdin lamps, of tigers and elephants, the cobra and the jungle, the country of a thousand nations and a hundred tongues, of a thousand religions and two million gods, cradle of the human race, birthplace of human speech, mother of history, grandmother of legend, great-grandmother of tradition, whose yesterdays bear date with the mouldering antiquities of the rest of the nations—the one sole country under the sun that is endowed with an imperishable interest for alien prince and alien peasant, for lettered and ignorant, wise and fool, rich and poor, bond and free, the one land that all men desire to see, and having seen once, by even a glimpse, would not give that glimpse for the shows of all the rest of the globe combined.”

—Mark Twain, Following the Equator, 1897

Posted by Fabian1993 09:50 Archived in India Tagged #marktwain #motherindia

India: Farewell Dinner

Last Night in Chennai

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It was a tearful goodbye - Indian songs, dance performances, and exchanged words of affection. We were looking around for our host family and didn't think they'd make it. It was getting late. Suddenly there was Manet and Suresh - and Aparna and Tarun. We all took to the stage and said our goodbyes. It was a good send off.


Posted by Fabian1993 09:41 Archived in India Tagged farewell


Spring Break in Goa

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It's Spring Break - we were on vacation. So I didn't take many photos. But we had an amazing time tanning on the beach, swimming in the waves, drawing henna, going to the night market, smoking hookah, and partying late into the night.

Still my favorite thing was watching the sun set from the stilted beds out on the beach. Just me, jessie, and alexia.


Posted by Fabian1993 04:23 Archived in India Tagged beach goa springbreak

"Hey Mr. Sitar Man Play a Song for Me"

North Indian Jamming

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On the train ride back our Professor, Lee Rosenthal, met a Sitar Musician on the train. She invited him to play during our farewell orientation at Asha Nivas and he kindly agreed. It was a surprise we announced with a drum-roll. When he came out with his sitar and drone we were overjoyed. We fell into a trance for half an hour watching him play. It was brilliant.


Posted by Fabian1993 04:18 Archived in India Tagged sitar

Students like Us

Visiting Colleges around Trichy

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We visited two colleges - a mixed college and an all girls college.

At the mixed college we talked to young english literature students our age who were interested to hear what our country was like. We talked of Shakespeare and Jane Austen, but they had trouble speaking english in broken tongue. One of the guys asked me if I wrote poetry. I laughed - sometimes. He asked if I could write him a love poem - so I scrawled out a few short verses and signed it. He was beaming. We all took photographs together and headed over to the girls math college for lunch.

The all girls college was a much different vibe. We were in a giant gymnasium with rowed chairs and a giant stage. All the girls would crowd around us giggling. As if a 3:33 guy to girl ratio on this trip wasn't enough! There were literally hundreds of girls. Some of them preformed more traditional dances while a few of them preformed a dark mime skit to blaring music. It was quite the experience.

At the end they invited us on stage to preform along with them. I went all in and danced wildly front and center stage. Everyone was cheering for us. In return, we had to preform something. We looked around and decided. We're singing Ain't No Mountain High. It was a struggle, but we had a lot of fun - even if it was off tune!

Posted by Fabian1993 04:06 Archived in India Tagged mime college literature ain'tnomountain

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