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Saturdays in Delhi, patterns arising

It took about 9 months (one and a half of which I was back in the states) to find a routine. I have dreams about being a regular like the the guys on Cheers (most of you are probably laughing hysterically or wondering in bewilderment over that), but I don't tend to lead that sort of life. Cheers dreams aside, it's really nice to have a life outside of work here.

Today I went for my 4th class with Rashid, a contemporary choreographer in Delhi. His classes are strict in that you should respect the space, the dancers, punctuality, and him, but free in that we spend about 1.5 hours doing improv in partners. Today we worked on lifts, which was fun for me since I don't have much experience with them. The guy I worked with was really strong and could heave me about - at one point Rashid chided him for doing so like he had a sack of potatoes. I felt really heavy after that. ;-)

Next was breakfast at Pam's, which serves omlettes, waffles (not today because the lights were out - I assume lack of power and not that lights are required to see), and paranthas. Seven of us from class went. Was nice to sit with a bunch of locals on a Saturday morning.


Next, Rea drove us to GK II for the next class. We got her tire fixed on the way, while I tried to figure out how to take a bus from Gurgaon to Neemrana fort. Might go meet Durand there tomorrow, if I manage to 'catch up with my life' tonight.

We stopped for more coffee and tea at Barista, a chain like Starbucks. There is one near work, so I've never been except for on my way to work. Was odd to look at the menu not being on the way to work. Anyhow, I had a double mocha with soy, which was huge and not a good idea because as I was lying in shavaasana my eyelids were flickering. After class I was super jittery and thought I might be ill.

Nonetheless, class was great. Yoga designed for dancers for about 1.5 hours, then a short combination that sent my mind spinning (or was that the coffee).

Today is Durga puga, which I wanted to see in action, but being exhausted and feeling silly because I haven't taken the time last week (work) to figure out what it is all about, I headed home. Now, I'm blogging and looking at photos from friends, reading about the travels of Amber and Charles, reading emails, planning trips when family come over, and trying to figure out how to move money from one account to another.

I checked out Scott's blog and his most recent post was interesting to me for 2 reasons: he gets philosophical vs my day to day and he makes a good point for all of us living abroad. "One of the things I've learned from traveling is to be consistent with critique. For example, whenever I feel like leveling a criticism at a particular culture, country or government, I first level it at my own culture, country or government." I get embarrassed when the conversation (loudly) turns to 'the craziest thing happened yesterday' or 'I can't believe that is how it is done here.' I'm definitely guilty of it too, as living abroad can be mind blowing, but try to remember that just because it may not be the way I'd do something, doesn't mean it's not the way to do it for someone else.

So, I'm having a thrilling Saturday night - me and my computer. If I get this all done tonight, I will go to Neemrana fort in the morn.

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