Hey… I am sure you are asking for more weird pictures of the day from India… so here goes!
I was going to finish this with a bunch of random pictures but I think I will theme the rest of this pictures… so from now on… this post has become…
WEIRD SIGNS
(I think that I have the right to change my mind mid post… hope this isn’t breaking some blogging protocol…)
I have always wanted to visit India especially after seeing “Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom”. If you remember there is a scene where they are serving Indian delicacies like “snake surprise” and the famous dessert of “Chilled Monkey Brains”. My Indian friends have always told me that this was all fiction (bursting my India hopes and dreams)… but I have remained hopeful thinking that they were just “covering” things up.
As in the first picture of India post I want to end with a picture that offers a glimpse of how I am experiencing India.
In my neck of the woods they don’t observe lane discipline either.
That last photo shows a real dichotomy. You must feel a whole range of feeling just looking out the window.
Cairo was much the same. One feels so torn……there is such poverty, trash everywhere (do they KNOW about land fills?) then there are thousands of satellite dishes on top of hovels. I loved the festivity desk sign. We had a “happy happy” desk….lol
I would love to visit Cairo… Thanks SUZE your “happy happy” desk made me laugh… out loud… and I am alone in my hotel room… hope the neighbors don’t think I am “weird”….
ETC stands for Electronic Toll Collection which is a computerised system that is integrated with electronic equipment installed in the Toll Plazas. It reads the radio frequency identification (RFID) tag that is stuck on the vehicle’s windscreen and opens the barrier to let the vehicle pass when it approaches the Plaza.
Here’s why I couldn’t take time (the other morning) to comment when I first saw this wonderfully-evocative post.
For some reason, your final photo reminds me of the 2005 animated movie, “Robots”…industrial and rusty…
No offence intended–from what I’ve seen in photos and on TV, India is magical and has its own kind of beauty. Some, is “rustic”; and some–like the incredible architecture, and incredibly beautiful fabrics, styles, and jewellery–is incomparably stunning. Second thought, “Gent’s Frisking” seems oxymoronic, given that, by definition, one could be expected to assume that, by definition, gentlemen pose no threat–so, shouldn’t be subjected to the indignity of being frisked. Third thought, I can’t help but smile at the thought of you politely going through that hazing ritual…who would ever expect something like that? Next, chilled monkey brains would be the stuff of my nightmares 🙂 Lastly, is that an image of a bugle? I’m thinking perhaps it is a horn of another kind…but, I just had an image of the Andrew’s Sisters singing Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy of Company B–and, some Indian gents blowing horns in the background while executing choreographed dance moves…
And, here ends my reverie….this is the power of your uniquely adventurous posts…they introduce me to wonders that intrigue and delight me in ways that no other can. Thanks for sharing 🙂
I agree about the movie Robot… plus add in any post apocalypse movie… I love your comments almost as much as your blog. I am finally back… and can’t wait to get back to reading your blog and all of the other wonderful blogs I follow. Thank you for taking the time to read an to comment… you are a special person!
Your comments and thank-you’s are really appreciated…thank you! Also, I’m glad to know you are home and safe. As for my blog, I will post this weekend but, regrettably, missed last weekend because I was uber busy with other things. I am really looking forward to discovering what will come to me next, and what you will share next! By the way, thank you for posting so consistently….your commitment and discipline is admirable, and it’s great to count on a surefire helping (pun intended) of entertaining positivity. You are a blessing 🙂
In my neck of the woods they don’t observe lane discipline either.
That last photo shows a real dichotomy. You must feel a whole range of feeling just looking out the window.
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I think you have stated very well how I feel. Thank you for reading my post!
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Cairo was much the same. One feels so torn……there is such poverty, trash everywhere (do they KNOW about land fills?) then there are thousands of satellite dishes on top of hovels. I loved the festivity desk sign. We had a “happy happy” desk….lol
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I would love to visit Cairo… Thanks SUZE your “happy happy” desk made me laugh… out loud… and I am alone in my hotel room… hope the neighbors don’t think I am “weird”….
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Those are some pretty weird signed. I liked the one with the musical instrument.
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(that was a horn)….
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I that so…
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ETC stands for Electronic Toll Collection which is a computerised system that is integrated with electronic equipment installed in the Toll Plazas. It reads the radio frequency identification (RFID) tag that is stuck on the vehicle’s windscreen and opens the barrier to let the vehicle pass when it approaches the Plaza.
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THANKS Harish!… was wondering what it meant!
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I have seen a weird sign today for the first time..” Beware of Pigeon droppings”. I couldn’t take a photo as mobile devices are not allowed there.
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oh… that is really funny… I am going to post a sign I saw to day in the elevator that said “NO SPITTING”
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As you say, fascinating. India is often described as a country of extremes and your pictures certainly highlighht this.
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Here’s why I couldn’t take time (the other morning) to comment when I first saw this wonderfully-evocative post.
For some reason, your final photo reminds me of the 2005 animated movie, “Robots”…industrial and rusty…
No offence intended–from what I’ve seen in photos and on TV, India is magical and has its own kind of beauty. Some, is “rustic”; and some–like the incredible architecture, and incredibly beautiful fabrics, styles, and jewellery–is incomparably stunning. Second thought, “Gent’s Frisking” seems oxymoronic, given that, by definition, one could be expected to assume that, by definition, gentlemen pose no threat–so, shouldn’t be subjected to the indignity of being frisked. Third thought, I can’t help but smile at the thought of you politely going through that hazing ritual…who would ever expect something like that? Next, chilled monkey brains would be the stuff of my nightmares 🙂 Lastly, is that an image of a bugle? I’m thinking perhaps it is a horn of another kind…but, I just had an image of the Andrew’s Sisters singing Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy of Company B–and, some Indian gents blowing horns in the background while executing choreographed dance moves…
And, here ends my reverie….this is the power of your uniquely adventurous posts…they introduce me to wonders that intrigue and delight me in ways that no other can. Thanks for sharing 🙂
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I agree about the movie Robot… plus add in any post apocalypse movie… I love your comments almost as much as your blog. I am finally back… and can’t wait to get back to reading your blog and all of the other wonderful blogs I follow. Thank you for taking the time to read an to comment… you are a special person!
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Your comments and thank-you’s are really appreciated…thank you! Also, I’m glad to know you are home and safe. As for my blog, I will post this weekend but, regrettably, missed last weekend because I was uber busy with other things. I am really looking forward to discovering what will come to me next, and what you will share next! By the way, thank you for posting so consistently….your commitment and discipline is admirable, and it’s great to count on a surefire helping (pun intended) of entertaining positivity. You are a blessing 🙂
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Awesome pictures! Thanks for sharing as I will never be able to go there in person. So nice to see if only in pictures.
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