The Bangalora

Laura Neuhaus. The Bangalore Chronicles of www.LauraGalore.com infamy... Act Two.

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"I entirely abandoned the study of letter. Resolving to seek no knowledge other than that which could be found in myself or else in the great book of the world, I spent the rest of my youth traveling, visiting courts and armies, mixing with people of diverse temperaments and ranks, gathering various experiences, testing myself in the situations which fortune offered me, and at all times reflecting upon whatever came my way so as to derive some profit from it." (Descartes, Discourse on the Method of Rightly Conducting One's Reason and Seeking the Truth in the Sciences)

Friday, February 24, 2006

The Past 7 months...

Buying bananas in Dehli by the kilo and by candlelight.
Our guide in Rajasthan, who after a sweaty day shuffling us from palace turret to gilded royal greeting room, saved his best lesson for us. After a passionate sermon pleading for us to use all of our "seven eyes" (2 in the heart/chest, 2 in the forehead, 2 in as the real ones, and one in the stomach) so we could perceive the world "in its true splendor"... he began to pound on his chest in order to drive his point home.

My Camel in Rajasthan! Sure, he spit profusely, had thousands of flies as his close companions, almost threw me off while kneeling down... he was a magnificent desert beast. Didn't even try to steal my water.
The event which I've been working on. The Stage at the Alumni Forum in Mumbai, with the Chairman of the Company following my script...
And the pre-event Press Conference at the glitzy Taj Mahal Hotel in Mumbai. Left to Right- the Marketing Department Head, Professor, Company Chairman, B-School Dean, Industry Expert, S.Korean Winner (Jury Recognition- Enterprise), S.Korean Winner (Enterprise), Indian Winner(Individual).
Sports Day at Lovedale, the orphanage with the most energetic kids in the entire world. Basketball came right after the disasterous three-legged race, and right before the wheel barrow race and spoon race (A spoon is tied to really, really long string. Spoon goes from the botton of one pant leg up to waist. Spoon continues into shirt, coming out opposite Arm Hole. Spoon continues into the next child's pant leg. The process of tying a dozen rambunctious children has begun, racing against the other competing SpoonString team of wildly jumping/cheering children...)
And the day comes to a close, with every kid getting a special prize ranging from pink Dove soap to a sparkly bangles to a stuffed lime green bear. (The little boy who was awarded the pink soap graciously accepted his prize and sat back down, eyeing the race car pencil holder of his neighbor. We secretly exchanged his perfume scented prize with a more desirable Cricket pencil set. It was the highlight of the day)