Here’s to Hoping it Rains

The monsoon is a curious paradox. India needs the monsoons. Without them, crops will fail. Farmers will migrate or starve. The rickety, clattering wheels of society in rural Orissa will stop. And yet when the monsoon rains happen, they do anyway.
Today I witnessed the first good monsoonal rain since I [...]

The Indian Second Line

I passed a funeral procession yesterday on the way to the field. It was small, maybe only 10 people. Several of them carried the dead man on a plank of some sort. There was no coffin, but his face was surrounded with bright flowers. His face was red and bloated. [...]

I Am the Ugly American

I went to the bazaar nearest to where I am staying last night for dinner. I could have savored any of a variety of delicious Indian foods. I had a pizza.
I am the ugly American.

Today we have learned a lesson

Today we have learned a lesson about Internet cafes in small towns in India.
Just a minute ago, I had nearly completed a brilliant (and rather lengthy) post about my experience. OK, maybe not brilliant, but damn insightful. And just as I was putting on the final touches, the power went out and I [...]

Recovery

Getting sick in a foreign country sucks.
I am right now on the mend from a bout of something-or-other that I caught who knows where. That’s the thing about getting sick in a place like India. In the States, you can always be like “it was ___ that I had at ___ restaurant,” or [...]