earthquake de minimis
at about 9am on saturday morning i suddenly became aware of my bed vibrating. presuming this was some treat laid on for customers, admittedly more generally of the female persuasion who tend to like that kind of thing, i turned on my side and went back to sleep. it was only when watching the bbc a few hours later that it became apparent that what i'd felt wasn't some cheap, if novel, guesthouse trick to make people stay longer, but rather a very faint manifestation of the monster earthquake centred in pakistan. so my do nothing days in delhi had produced my very own earthquake story, and what's more one of the best possible kind (involving nothing remotely like danger to me).delhi had been a good place to spend a couple of days, although friday afternoon at jama masjid was one of the less pleasant experiences of my life, and i was ready for cal during durga puja, a four day festival that i've not been able to go to since 1986. having relocated my sis and lamby, we landed in a city already in full puja swing. the streets are packed with amazing temporary constructions,over elaborate figures of gods and goddesses, and people: everywhere you look a brown, sweaty mass of people, all pushing and shoving to get nowhere in particular. it's actually quite disconcerting... i've been on the road a while now, but only in india is the concept of personal space so forsaken. if one more little chap stabs his hand into the small of my back in the misguided belief this is going to cause some kind of red sea-easque parting of the masses in front of me i'm going to deck him. either way, cal at the moment is certainly a sight to behold, although i can barely see it past the vast belly that i have gained in the two weeks i've been eating with lamby. i'll lose it all in cambodia, that's what i say.
posted by bicrom @ 8:31 am
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