tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55085130806321076032024-02-20T04:28:16.722-08:00The India ExperimentAuthor: S K LindsaySK Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05805555681766852241noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508513080632107603.post-86372481264336165742010-05-19T05:12:00.000-07:002010-05-19T05:19:27.761-07:00The Experiment$100. US. What will the beggar do with it? Alcohol, food, women, cigarettes? He'd smelt the crisp US notes before I'd taken them from my wallet. Pupils dilated fractionally, small capillaries in his nose filling with blood.SK Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05805555681766852241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508513080632107603.post-60788441519428806692010-05-10T03:54:00.000-07:002010-05-10T04:00:16.873-07:00Chaos TheorySmall changes, big effects. Chasing the Indian Butterfly.<br /><br />The beggar squats and strains. I flapped its wings. Now in motion.SK Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05805555681766852241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508513080632107603.post-90031533376802481242010-04-12T04:00:00.000-07:002010-04-12T04:05:53.641-07:00I sucked back on the warm, dirty bottle of Pepsi and killed another drunk mosquito.SK Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05805555681766852241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508513080632107603.post-62042701330067648092010-03-25T03:04:00.000-07:002010-03-25T03:07:31.810-07:00gotta get the hang of eating with only one handSK Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05805555681766852241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508513080632107603.post-56084209242495131342010-03-24T04:40:00.000-07:002010-03-24T04:41:54.518-07:00Bus ridesWhy are the hindi movies on buses turned up so loud?SK Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05805555681766852241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508513080632107603.post-56785650945139483912010-03-22T03:04:00.000-07:002010-03-22T03:08:22.835-07:00Heading up to the mountains, the coolness of the tea plantations, the sight of greenSK Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05805555681766852241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508513080632107603.post-52928985859630919282010-03-20T04:08:00.000-07:002010-03-20T04:10:02.335-07:00When I die, float me down the Ganges, on fire.SK Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05805555681766852241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508513080632107603.post-10489722340962772010-03-17T04:06:00.000-07:002010-03-17T04:08:12.372-07:00On the train, an Indian guy sitting on the end of my "bed". I give him a few kicks here and there but it doesn't phase himSK Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05805555681766852241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508513080632107603.post-68679895516231188582010-03-17T03:23:00.000-07:002010-03-17T03:28:16.138-07:00It's a distinctive smell, India - an intoxicating mix of frangipani, diesel fumes, sewage, and dank humidity.SK Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05805555681766852241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508513080632107603.post-70693284818197109282010-03-16T03:58:00.000-07:002010-03-16T04:02:05.641-07:00Alone in IndiaBackpack is stuffed full. Sturdy zips, steel, should hold up.SK Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05805555681766852241noreply@blogger.com0