Notes from the diary of an Indian in England
And I travelled 4,000 miles, over land and sea and river and forest to the land of my birth, the land blessed by the Virile Yogi, the brahmachari, the karmachari.
Tthe air hostess has severe doubts about a shalwar-clad young mother’s capability to comprehend the language. So much, in fact, that she asks, not once, not twice, but three times the question, “Do you speak English?”
There are all sorts of expressions the clever and the wannabe clever amongst us chuck at the world — sometimes to clarify, sometimes to obfuscate, and sometimes to come across as clarifying while actually obfuscating.
I went to Tyneham because of its history. I wanted to see a village ‘frozen in time’ with my own eyes.
I was having breakfast with two young women I didn’t know and a dog who was trying to know me intimately.
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