i miss my home country--India--very much. i miss the heat, the plants, the street dogs, the cool nights, seeing stars in the sky and so much more. i've been in america for 15 years and each year i thought i would pack up and go home, back to my people, my culture (both good and bad) and back to yummy food. i still haven't, but maybe one of these days, hopefully i will be able to go back.
till then i have posted some images of india here on this web page for me to look at and miss my home. i'm from the north and because my dad was in the army, i moved from city to city every 3 years. cities i have lived in include dharamsala (i don't remember much, as i was very little), then subatu (which was in the hills and that's where i learnt how to run down steep inclines at high speed), jalandhar (we had a beautiful little vegetable garden), ranchi (i became a bihari and had crazy school days, including beautiful crazy girls) and finally delhi (reprazent). i have also travelled to many other places in india, sadly mostly northern india, plus often visited my grandparents farmhouse in Rambha, a village outsided karnal. it's the bomb, buffalo's and sugarcane and the canal which runs by the house. simple living.
well on to the pictures.....
look at the grass. i'm sure they have some cows come and nibble on it to keep it short. no need to use machines :)
wow, what a cool little, typical colony house. i spent my childhood in houses like these. i love the gates, but didn't really like those weird tall trees, which didn't spread out, even back then.
you see houses like these on the outskirts of big towns. i like the fact that's it's not finished. i used to live in a colony called Noida, on the outskirts of delhi, where my house was the last one complete. they were working on other houses all around us, but very slowly. there were hundreds of these houses. i used to roam through them. they were my personal playground.
this one is from the foothills of the mountains. look, there's no road to the housing complex. the soil is like a fine powder. it's called dust, it cakes everything in india. i like the desolation of the place. the people consigned to this complex are lost. they sit and wait in the heat. watch the dust and flies.
what the hell is this. oh no! india's going new wave.
must be a small town. this is supposed to be in haryana, but i don't remember ever seeing such a scene. flat land with mountains just jutting out in the distance. weird.
look at the red bricks stacked in front of the house. that's what they build the houses out of in india, even the simple one's, like these. unlike the cardboard houses of a certain country. the trees in the front are kikar's. thorny.
note the drab color of the houses in contrast to the red painted wall. indian houses have a profusion of balconies and terraces.
nice color scheme. this is on the outskirts of delhi, in the state of haryana.
i can feel the heat just looking at these houses. how neat and orderly this complex is.
i ripped these pictures from the Haryana Housing Board web site. It's pretty cool, check it out. You can buy one of these houses for about $5,000, but only if you already live in haryana.
i'm guessing this is the office for the Haryana Housing Board. note the classic Indian car, The Ambassador.
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