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Tir(ing) stories

For those who follow, I have been driving since June.

I have become expert in overtaking these bloody cycle-rickshaws but I still get a shock when the car in front of me suddenly pulls out and I find myself face to face with a cow, or a zebu, quite numerous in my industrial area.

My car is my freedom. I love it. I love driving. But more than that, it was quite necessary in such a big and spread city as Delhi. Here you get space (compared to Mumbai) but the price for it is that there are not too many things at leg’s reach.

But my car has also brought its share of hassles. Firstly you need to wash it every day otherwise you don’t recognize it. For instance, I have not been washing the roof of it for some time and it looks like it is wearing a white wig. Classy… Obviously, no one washes their car themselves – for 8 euros (500 rupees), anyone can do it for you. But I haven’t taken the time to look for someone and beside I like this intimate moment with my car. Except that it usually happens that I am in a rush and well-dressed when I have to wash it…

Small other hassles are there, like when an asshole flattens your tires regularly… The first time it happened, I didn’t realize I had a flat tire. A colleague of mine had to tell me. Alright, I had realized that there was something wrong, could just not figure out what exactly. So what do you do with a punctured tire in India huh?? Since I am a girl and quite tired, I would have liked to sit and cry like if the world had collapsed.

But a colleague of mine and our watchman took care of it and changed the tire. Then I went to the petrol pump but they didn’t deal in tires. They told me about a place that seemed very far – no change I would ever find it. So I listened to my conscience and went to the petrol pump next door. And here he was, the tire walla!

I was a bit ashamed to see a twelve year old change my tire in the dark night but he did it very well! It’s okay if I am not good at everything… He could not find a puncture and put back the tire. All this for 30 rupees (less than half a euro).

The next morning, the other tire was flat. I just went back to the tire shop and he took care of it. I go back regularly since I haven’t found out who does this…

And the best part of the story is that I take things with philosophy. I think six years ago, I would have blown a fuse and made a big scandal in the neighborhood.  Now I just go to the tire walla…



Six years in India

One fine day you wake up and you realize that you have just crossed a new milestone. And spent six years in India. It makes you laugh. Six years, it is about the life span of an Irish Hound – sorry about that, it happens when you deal with pets all the time! 

Six years… But how is it even possible? 

Pinch me, I’m dreaming…

An Indian friend asked me recently why I was staying in India. A valid question, if not a good one… So here is what came to my mind: “Have you ever spent six years in a foreign country? No? Well then it becomes home…” Quite accurate I think. 

No question of “being in love” with India, or addicted to the lifestyle, meaning you have someone to do everything for you (but I haven’t adopted this lifestyle). After sometime it is all about finding your balance I guess. 

I think about this answer every time I click on “Take me home” on my GPS…

As far as the next question is concerned, “How long are you planning to stay?” I have no answer and I’m not even looking for one! Carpe diem…

A few days later I met a Finn who had arrived a few weeks before. He was happy, he felt he “belonged”. I reacted a bit, because I don’t think foreigners can really “belong” to India. You may have your home here without really belonging I think. We are never invisible here… 

Probably he meant that he was feeling quite comfortable, and not as lost as tourist….

So here I am, six years in India… Two in Pune, three in Mumbai, one in Delhi. But this is not the time yet to look back on this crazy year… Soon… I am just happy I am still alive, mentally sane, and nervously almost stable! 


I am baaaaack!

I haven’t written in a while.

Many reasons…

Work has taken too big a part in my life (in terms of time and complexity) and even if there are a lot of situations that could keep me busy writing about for years, I prefer not to discuss this online. Besides it didn’t leave me much time to write at all.

My private life is a mess. But I'm holding on! Going with the flow...

So my life this year, it’s been a bit like this:

Or even more like this:


Well, simply IndianSamourai!




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