Monday, 4 March 2013

57th - photos

We are still plodding along with the Dancescapes exhibition which means that I haven t started on the work for the Kama Sutra yet. Which means I might not get in done soon. Which means I might not be able to go to Goa. I have to keep reminding myself of this so that I keep bringing it up to Alka. The book is nearly at the printing stage (my first published bit of writing and editing - not attributed to me of course.)

Mostly, I'm looking forward to it being over so that I can read more stuff like this:

'Her workers swear
       The old sugar press
Though it creaks a lot
       Doesn't ooze much juice.'

and be working..


The contact sheet for the final selection of photos


Evaluating test prints


Evaluating sunburn

56th - photos

Sunday in photos


We met up with Michel at Nehru Place metro at walked to the Lotus temple. This is the first glimpse we had of it from the ground. I go past it everyday on the metro.


And out second glimpse of it. At this point I thought it was going to be a very peaceful experience.


We thought we were near the entrance here. We were way off. We walked around to the other side and an epic queue greeted us. It was quite disheartening, despite the fact that it appeared to be on the wrong side of the road. Luckily it was, and we finally joined the right queue and it entry was free.


Once inside I left Izzy and Michel in the queue to hand in the bag with our shoes in and read the pamphlet about the Baha'i faith. Though not convinced enough to sign up I agreed with most of their principles.


Once they'd joined me we queued up again to go inside. We were told that we should be silent and that the temple is a place for people of any religion to pray and meditate. It was very calm inside, like a church, but there was a lot more light and I couldn't stop admiring the internal architecture. All of the petals continued inside, it wasn't just a domed roof.


After we'd done our silent reverence we came out at the back of the temple. It was a lot less official here and we got to put our feet in the water and became celebrities just because we were white. It still feels odd.



A guy getting really into taking a picture of the flowers. This was in the fourth queue which was to get our shoes back on the way out.


When we left the Lotus temple we wanted to see what the massive queue was for. We walked past the biggest queue I have ever seen and got to (what seemed like) the smallest Hindu temple in Delhi. I filmed walking past just the part of the queue which was undercover and it lasted 5 minutes. The queue outside and behind that was at least twice as long.


Shoe wallah


My nightly grammar-correction session with Sidak.


The Punjabis that were visiting Raju. This is the only time he will accept that Izzy and I drink alcohol as all of his friends drink whiskey. I had a whiskey and soda with them and it wasn't half as bad as I suspected. So I had another.


Sidak had been bugging us all day about going to the park with him. When we got there it was the smallest, least green, urban park and I was very disappointed. We played cricket for what seemed like 10 minutes and then left. This photo was taken by Sidak after I'd made him, very carefully, put the strap round his neck. I hadn't changed it back to auto mode. He didn't seem to care.

55th - photos

This day in photos


We got up early and had a walk. This is their other dog who sleeps outside the flat at the top of the stairs. I feel so sorry for him as he has a big tumour on the top of one of his back legs and always looks so sad.


This 'monkey man' god (that I've forgotten the name of) stands opposite the turning onto our road and I see him every day.


Izzy takes her morning chai in the sunshine.


An essential street light


The view from the vikram auto rickshaw - a public microbus service that runs to the metro station and back and costs 5 rs each way.


I worked all day at Mandy's house and Alka herself cooked chole bhature (I didn't have the heart to tell her I'd had it the day before). On the walk back to Moolchand metro station I took this photo of what I imagine to be a silent war between sewage construction site workers and the people who live in the makeshift houses.


At Moolchand I got on the same metro as Izzy and we went to Khan market for a drink. We bought some rum and sat at the only place I knew nearby. The place that me and Mandy had drunk at. In the light of day this wasn't quite as nice a spot as I'd remembered. It was just a roundabout in the middle of a busy road. This Christian graveyard was on the other side of the road and - this probably reveals that I was on the verge of tipsy when I took this because - at first sight I thought this fire was a funeral pyre.


We left the roundabout and walked up Janpath until we got to where it intersects with Rajpath. We finished our drinks and had a long look at India gate and got offered loads of tourist crapola by these guys.


Further up Janpath we saw a pretty savage post-accident scene. I couldn't work out which people had been involved because everyone seemed to have so much to say.


We then sang songs until we got to Rajiv Chowk at Connaught Place. Here we caught the train to Paharganj and had some more drinks at My Bar. We met a lovely Frenchman called Michel there and arranged to meet him the following day and see the Lotus Temple.

Friday, 1 March 2013

54th - photos

It really is hot here.

All of the exhibitions have changed today and I haven't seen any of them because I'm finishing the exhibition work. Gonna take a FAT ol' lunch break though. A stretched Indian hour.
Yesterday I finally changed some more money up and am planning how to live like a king for the rest of my time here. Plans involving Goa have not been finalised yet but I am pestering Alka to help me more with the Kama Sutra workload than she originally had planned (15,000 word on my own -> 12,000 words or so written together in daily sessions.) Hopefully this will mean that I can go and sunbathe for at least a week before I fly back home.
Last night we had a road beer and watched the Ai Weiwei 'Never Sorry' documentary . It was at CMYK book store which is owned by Roli books (the same Roli books as the meeting I was in two days ago) and is a really chilled place with a great atmosphere. Will be going back there.


The last three days (including today) in photos.



Bharti and Mandy on Bharti's birthday


Indian practice of feeding others...




Battered bus



Wednesday Market


Cow feast laid on by the marketeers


The wares of the man I was (basically) robbed by


Bra shopping


Monkey man


Govindpuri Extension 10:45 yesterday morning


Pups and mother on Lodi Road



Lodi gardens


An urgent plea


Lost whitey in Govindpuri this morning



A hosepipe manoeuvre to get some water from upstairs 


Breakfasting on the balcony


Govindpuri Extension 9:30 am - blazing heat


Raju bhai


The world from Simar's perspective

EDIT: Photos from this afternoon


Izzy's comprehensive accounting. Pre- chole at Ganesha.


Birdwatching while lying on the grass at the IHC. Kites, parrots and pigeons.