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07/10/2011

Yoga stories… 1

Yoga... Well, it might take me some time…

We are very few students in the class and there is quite a big turnover.

The other day, my neighbor with yoga was, well, really weird… First I thought she was upset with her razor: she had hairs everywhere, under the armpits legs even a moustache. But then no, the right part of her head was shaved. After all, she must be upset with  symmetry: the nails of the left hand were painted but not those of the right hand.

 

Whatever it is, she stink and I almost died asphyxiated : the basic principles of my yoga is very deep inhalations before every movement, imagine!!

07/08/2011

Mumbai rains...

From my rickshaw, on my way to work...

 

 And view from my desk... 

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07/01/2011

How to make my life more interesting…

In June I went in Jaipur and slept in the Best Western. I discovered the most incredible pillows…

And if there are expenses that I don’t mind there are these ones, expenses linked to my bed. I loooooooooooooove sleeping, and well if possible.

I discovered, O miracle, that these pillows could be purchased on line!! Obviously not in India. Transport cost from the United States (more than half of the cost of the pillows)?? That won’t stop me…

 

I thus placed my order on May 3. Searching on line, I found out that you can follow the USPS parcels here: http://ipsweb.ptcmysore.gov.in/ipswebtracking/  

According to the site, my parcel arrived on May 11 in Delhi (not badly huh, 8 days). On May 25, it arrived in Mumbai, more exactly at the customs.

And on June 2nd, bam, the killer message: “Retention reason: High-been worth goods - Official Customs declaration required.” Bouhhhhhhh!!! I want my pillows!!!!!!!!

 

I won’t give-up so easily; I put our admin on it. She gives a few calls, makes me sign a bunch of papers…

After that, I go on leave and two weeks later, I return to the office. What awaits me?? Nothing!! I reactivate the admin then decide to call myself. I thus call the Mumbai Foreign Post Office. Wow, the chick speaks English!! She tells me that my parcel is indeed stuck with the customs and she gives me the phone number. I call. Wow the guy speaks English!! He asks me for the details of my parcel and asks me to call again. 10 calls later, I get to talk to his colleague and this is the end of my luck… Firstly she doesn’t speak English and she somehow makes me understand that they have no entry for my parcel. Ah. The story of the snake biting its tail…

 

I end up asking assistance from my assistant who finds 5 different numbers, each one telling her to talk to someone else, until it is 5:00 PM and everything closes. There I start becoming a pain. I want my pillows.

 

And there we are. A gloomy Monsoon morning. A guy arrives in the office with a large parcel!! And an invoice (bah yes custom fees (25% of the price, transport included, they have no shame). 50 days, not so bad huh??

Morality of the story: good things come to those who wait. I wonder now why I did not simply wait…