Sunday, January 29, 2012

One Word

If I had to describe Old Delhi in one word: chaotic.
If I had to describe the photography there in one word: fantastic.

That's my problem with words! They fail to capture so much of what I saw in Old Delhi, that even if I attempted to describe my trip my words would barely even begin to scratch the surface of what I experienced. My pictures are no better.

Lo siento mi publico. 

Here are some of my favorite shots of Old Delhi, though they don't really capture the essence of it. It's more, my interpretation of Old Delhi.


Spice Market: Interesting
Lock at Spice Market: Rustic

View from atop Spice Market: Breathtaking

Alleys: Chaotic

Life: Beautiful

Secret Area Behind Jain Temple: Refreshingly Quiet



Saree on a Motorcycle: Elegant
Goat Wearing a Sweater: India





Saturday, January 28, 2012

The Hype Up Post

The beginning of a new year is always great; however, I seem to give myself a ton of new resolutions (such as blogging once a week) that I start, but fail to continue with. It was nice the first couple weeks, rushing from basketball to play practice to homework, always busy. Now, January 28th just a couple weeks in, I am spent.

I suppose that was my way of saying, I'm sorry I seemed to have forgotten to write in my blog.

There is a silver lining to this all though, seeing that I will be headed to Dubai (I know, Dubai!) in about a week and half for my basketball tournament (and yes, since my blog is all about spreading my experiences in the east to the west I will be blogging about my time in the UAE). Then just a week after that I will head out to Orchha (central India) for about a week for some hiking, rafting, and relaxation.

Even though I don't really have much to write about India now, I'm hoping to hype y'all up because you know my next blog posts will be interesting ones. The only thing really special in India right now, is the weather. That beautiful, cool spring breeze from the Himalayas is coming into Delhi right about now, making it the perfect time to visit India. It's around 70' F in the day and 50' F in the night. 

I'd hate to put in a random photo at the end of this blog, but one of my resolutions was to make sure every single one of my posts this year had a picture. Alas, I have no photos concerning Dubai, Orchha, or the weather so here's a picture of Humayun's tomb, the grandfather of the guy who commissioned the Taj Mahal for his wife (I hope that made sense). Slightly less grand, but still a fantastic place.

For a guy who didn't do much besides get high on opium, this is still a pretty nice place to be buried.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Iowa Caucases in India

Our Tata Sky (cable box) was just installed, and that brought us over 800 channels for roughly $30 a year. Great deal, right? We get movies, reality TV, the occasional American football game, and news. So why should I be anything but excited about this recent installation?

Up until our Tata Sky was installed, I had satisfied my cravings for news through magazines. That works out well in the USA, but anyone whose lived overseas knows that mail tends to arrive about two weeks later than in the USA. I was pretty content my arrangement when it came to current events, it's not like most teenagers sit around discussing the news. Although, now that the cable has been installed I get news at the same time as everyone else around the world, and it was a little confusing at first.

I was so content, I had assumed everything was happening just as I received my magazines. So, when I turned on the cable for the first time, I found out the that Romney and Santorum were tied in the Iowa causes, two weeks before I expected them to even take place. I was utterly confused, "weren't they not supposed to start for a couple more weeks? What is this madness?!", I was screaming to my sister.

My sister chimed in pretty quickly, reminding me that I had received all my news solely from magazines, which tend to arrive late. It was one of those times when I remembered I was living in a developing country, where mail isn't exactly fast or safe. Oh well, I guess it's just part of living in Incredible (wait for it) India.