Sunday, December 21, 2008

Helping Hands Orphanage, Bangalore, India

Helping Hands Orphanage

I went to this orphanage with a friend and my daughter this Saturday.

It was stunning. 52 beautiful, happy healthy children living in a house about the same size as ours. 20 children to a bedroom. 17 girls, and the rest boys. No real beds, just floor covers that the spread out. It must be a scene at bedtime...

The vibe was energetic, and the kids were really well-behaved. The owners were really putting themselves out for these kids.

My daughter raised some money with her birthday last year, and we gave 1/2 the money to this orphanage. We'll probably give more in Feb when we're back and can spend more time there.

If you're looking for a place to send some cash, these folks will make sure it goes to good use.

Bengaluru International Airport Sucks

Bengaluru International Airport

I'm sitting on the floor at the ONLY working power plug in this whole damn place.

There is one pole in the middle with 6 power plugs, all of which are broken. When I asked why, the guy tells me "they were turned off because people were using them."

But I found an ATM in the corner (out of order of course) that had working power. It's probably out of order because everyone unplugs it to use it.

There is a guy manning the Airtel booth next to me whose feet smell so foul I thought the bathroom had overflowed.

The "security" here is pathetic. They have this ridiculous outpost as you drive in, complete with men in black bandannas holding antique rifles behind a sandbag bunker. I swear it looks like a scene from a cheap kung-fu movie. A really cheap one.

Once inside, you are offered the privilege of paying 150 rupees for a breakfast that would cost you 30 outside the airport.

September 09. It can't come fast enough.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

t r u t h o u t | India's War on False Antiterrorism

t r u t h o u t | India's War on False Antiterrorism

Why is it that writing in India is so poor?

I mean, just read the first few paragraphs of this rant and tell me what the guy is trying to say.

The entire Times of India is full of this writing. I had to cancel my subscription because it was just making me angry to have to read it every day.

Chicken Gift

 


Riding through the village, my daughter saw some chicks cross the road and pointed and screamed.

Stopping to look at the baby chickens and their parents, the owner of the house came out and offered us this juvenile chicken to take home. Pet? Dinner? I wasn't sure, but I was sure our neighbors wouldn't approve of the squawking.
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