<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 03 Feb 2010 10:58:58 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Meditations on a paper bag</title><description></description><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/blog.html</link><managingEditor>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-2411410676450041508</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Feb 2010 10:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-03T15:58:44.183+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>committee</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Miracles</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Minister</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Commonwealth committee</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Commonwealth games</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Shelia Dikshit</category><title>Praying for a Commonwealth sized Miracle</title><atom:summary type='text'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  
I don't know who said Out of Chaos comes order, but I reckon that the minister in charge of the Commonwealth Games, Shelia Dikshit adds them to her prayers every night.Serious concerns raised by the committee regarding India's ability to bring the whole shebang together by October 2010 were greeted with personal attacks and an order to GET OUT of India. I am not a sports </atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2010/02/praying-for-commonwealth-sized-miracle.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-4422115794535461081</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Feb 2010 05:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-03T16:28:58.083+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Delhi</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>eve teasing</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>solo women travel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>India and women travel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>safety for women</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>rapists</category><title>Goodbye Delhi and thanks for the skid marks</title><atom:summary type='text'>

I always know when it is time for me to take a break from India. Its usually when I get to Delhi and have to negotiate the eve teasers who are as ubiquitous as the potholed streets. I walk with one arm across my breasts and one arm ready to launch a surprise attack on the "Street Brushes"Street brushes are men who start swerving towards you in the crowds. In a seemingly innocent attack they </atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2010/02/goodbye-delhi-and-thanks-for-skid-marks.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-4645989523038925718</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2010 02:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-27T08:15:57.676+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>India</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>havelli</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Marwari traders</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Kolkata</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Spice Route</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>rail</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rajasthan</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>British</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Shekhawati</category><title>Painted Ladies in Painted Houses</title><atom:summary type='text'>
Take a small detour from the famous Spice Route of old into a relatively undiscovered part of rural Rajasthan and one of the world's only open-air art galleries. 



Painted houses fade like painted ladies of old. Their stately presence, battered shutters and pigeon filled lofts disguise an ancient beauty now fading into red tinged sunsets.
It their heyday, the famous painted houses of the </atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2010/01/painted-ladies-in-painted-houses.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-4812616947119908262</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jan 2010 06:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-24T12:04:14.571+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>cooking Indian food</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>refuge</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>tiger population India</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>panther</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hungy tide</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rajasthan</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Tigers</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Kingdoms</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>villages</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>wild things</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Kolkata</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Delhi Airport</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sunderbans</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>wilderness</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Amitav Ghosh</category><title>Where the Wild Things Are</title><atom:summary type='text'>The local paper Patrika is always a better source of morning information than the staid old Times of India. Patrika is published only in Hindi so I get to look at the pictures and make up my own story about what is going on in true journalistic style. In this way I cut out the middle man and go straight to my own imagination.
Yesterday there was an interesting little montage of pictures in black </atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2010/01/where-wild-things-are.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-1174470724987619670</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 05:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-21T11:10:07.495+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>shipwrecks</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dancing naked</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Screening arrivals</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Indira Ghandi Airport</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>screening passengers</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>women and travel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>ship of fools</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>loonie season</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>freaks India</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Delhi Airport</category><title>Dancing Naked</title><atom:summary type='text'>

I first heard the trigger word "dancing naked' at around ten am in the morning. The two words floated above the usual cacophony of the crazy internet cafe.
They were bait for a line to a story, smoke from a fire that floated away as I typed.
Later I visit the office of Mr Information, he is my most reliable source for stories.
But he wasn't there so i asked the boy and an Italian woman sitting </atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2010/01/dancing-naked.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-3188463825782006193</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 09:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-17T15:07:36.865+05:30</atom:updated><title>Kite Speckled Sky</title><atom:summary type='text'>


Speakers  on rooftops,
music blares into the kite speckled sky, 
streets are alive with Kite Runners
urchins weaving and darting through narrow alleys
eyes trained skyward


women inside are singing and dancing to the gods,
food is cooked on huge pots in the streets and handed out to strangers,
cleaners and beggars go door to door with drums looking for
the kindness of strangers.



</atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2010/01/kite-speckled-sky.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-4966734205676966851</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 09:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-17T14:53:45.387+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Indian roads</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Great Western Highway</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>funerals</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>life on the road</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hitchhiking</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>New Zealand</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>The Road</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sydney</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Australia</category><title>Musings on the Road</title><atom:summary type='text'>

Many years ago in a childhood Sydney, one road marked the boundaries of my childhood world.
The Great Western Highway was both the dividing line between my suburban world and school, we were never to cross The Road alone it was considered far too dangerous. The Great Western Highway stretched from the shores of Sydney Harbor across out west to the once impenetrable Blue Mountains. It was a </atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2010/01/musings-on-road.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-571941441209022703</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 09:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-17T14:47:44.258+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mumbai Attacks</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Indian students Australia</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Abu</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jain Temples</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>racism</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rajasthan</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mt</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Australia</category><title>Excuse me, Why Are All Australians Racist?</title><atom:summary type='text'>



The jain temples at Mt Abu are a peaceful retreat in the busy mountain station high above the state of Rajasthan.
The temples were carved in the 11th Century , it is said that the artists were paid by the amount of dust they created. This was to encourage them to carve the most intricately worked kaleidoscope of carvings. The whole feeling is as if the Milky Way fell down from the sky and </atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2010/01/excuse-me-why-are-all-australians.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-3290402385738283117</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 03:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T15:14:43.146+05:30</atom:updated><title>Silent movement to curb eve-teasing  | Deccan Chronicle</title><atom:summary type='text'>Silent movement to curb eve-teasing - Deccan Chronicle</atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2009/12/silent-movement-to-curb-eve-teasing.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-2298835156719302853</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 04:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-25T10:17:30.492+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Visa India</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pushkar</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Visa</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>FBI</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Special Service</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Israeli</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Israel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rajasthan</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mumbai Attacks</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>American Passport</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Spy</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Police</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Terrorism</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>C Form</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pakistan</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>hotels</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pakistani</category><title>The Spy Who Came for dinner</title><atom:summary type='text'>Stories rise and fall in the great cosmic oceans of stories that is otherwise known as India. Like the Truth, a story has a way of burgeoning out of its original constraints of time and facts to something quite another. They take own the flavor of each teller along the way, absorbs each small prejudice and takes on the color of their bruises and expectations. In a way a story grows arms like an </atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2009/12/spy-who-came-for-dinner.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-212361491665523401</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 07:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-21T13:27:10.529+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Musicans</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Om Baba</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Shiva</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rajasthan</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>wandering musicians</category><title>Wandering Musician of Rajasthan</title><atom:summary type='text'>


</atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2009/12/wandering-musician-of-rajasthan.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-3624357647251565343</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 05:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-20T11:24:01.144+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>human traffic</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Bikaner</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>auto rickshaw</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>women and travel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rajasthan</category><title>Mincing through Rush hour in Bikaner</title><atom:summary type='text'>


</atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2009/12/mincing-through-rush-hour-in-bikaner.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-5293973017173547745</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 05:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-20T11:12:10.520+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>writing and writers solo women travel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>notebooks</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>India</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>dinosaurs</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Internet cafes India</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>women and travel India</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>facebook</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>women and travel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Twitter</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Chocolate Superhighway</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Michael Frente</category><title>Chocolate Super Highway</title><atom:summary type='text'>Today I am coming to you live from my own chocolate superhighway. This lovely little mobile Internet connection, no bigger than a lipstick, has liberated me from a case of co dependency lasting many years now.Back in the days of the dinosaur, when travelers kept journals rather than tweeted, phoned home rather than face booked and waited until they had reached their own fair shores before even </atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2009/12/chocolate-super-highway.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-8537990309276520949</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 06:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-17T12:23:52.843+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jodphur</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Bikaner</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jaisalmer</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rajasthan</category><title>Photo Essay Viva Rajasthan</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2009/12/photo-essay-viva-rajasthan.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-6839941920185637182</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 06:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-17T11:42:18.281+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Kiwis</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>cooking Indian food</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Cricket</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Kundalini</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>India and women travel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>cricket players</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>New Zealand honesty</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>New Zealand</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>liars and lies</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>tourism in India</category><title>WIth Apologies to Daniel Vettori</title><atom:summary type='text'>With Apologies to Daniel VettoriThere are a lot of lies being told out there in India on the tourist circuit. Yes Madam, this is the best price, the meal is coming, the quality? Yes, yes top quality! Look my face Madam! Would I lie to you? You can trust this man, this product, and this information. Lies are told with such emphatic certainty that you can sometimes end up wondering if you are </atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2009/12/with-apologies-to-daniel-vettori.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-4681436517003272794</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 05:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-17T11:29:46.061+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>honey</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Bra</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rajasthan</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Gujurat</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>promises and dust</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>local bus</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Ajmer Dagarh</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>water crisis in Rajasthan</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>solo travel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>women and solo travel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>journeys</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pollution</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sisterhood</category><title>Random Acts of Sisterhood</title><atom:summary type='text'>I was reminded of the joys of solo travel recently when I busted a move on some friends I had been exploring rural Rajasthan with.A water crisis in the early morning after a sleepless night necessitated me to move from the crummy noisy guesthouse to a more salubrious location in the noisy polluted town of Bikaner. There I luxuriated in my first hot shower and soft bed for months and slept like a </atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2009/12/random-acts-of-sisterhood.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-2151359983235077079</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 05:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-02T11:03:32.528+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>brides</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>murder</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>baksheesh</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Indian society</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>grooms</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Indian weddings</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>corruption</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>women in India</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>wedding season</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>dowry murder</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bride burning</category><title>Groomzilla</title><atom:summary type='text'>It’s the wedding season here in India. Houses are erupting in celebration, women are cooking and singing and making henna patterns on each other hands and feet, drummers are drumming, grooms are being led on horses through the streets, stages and screens are being erected at wedding venues all over town and even I have been caught in the maelstrom.It is customary in this area for young men to </atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2009/12/groomzilla.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-9216697472125699488</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 05:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-01T11:49:02.032+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>cooking Indian food</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>desert</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>sadhu baba</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Ajapal</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>India and women travel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>solo women travel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>women and travel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dr. Suess</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rajasthan</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Aloo Baba</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>monkeys</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>motorbikes</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>mothers</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Om Baba</category><title>Are you my Mother?</title><atom:summary type='text'>Three o clock in the afternoon is not the time to start a mission to Ajapal I tell the boys, I am not FEELING it.but i go and hire a bike and get Ommie on the back and off we roar to visit Aloo Baba and cook kai at his shady refuge in the desert.Aloo Baba only eats spuds which makes him almost Maori or Irish but anyway he lives simply and quietly out in a beautiful valley in the desert where rain</atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2009/11/are-you-my-mother.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-673212625014779853</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 06:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-24T12:25:08.116+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Paparazi</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Congress</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>photography</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>BJP</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sachin Pilot</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>India politics</category><title>Playing Paparazi in Pushkar</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2009/11/playing-paparazi-in-pushkar.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-6089988255736160077</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 06:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-24T12:37:56.967+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>photography</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>fans</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sachin Pilot</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>farmers</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bracelets</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>elections India</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Congress</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>India</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>BJP</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>India politics</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>marginalised India</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>poverty India</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>poor</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>rally</category><title>Playing Paparazi</title><atom:summary type='text'>I think it’s fairly safe to say that in India there is never a dull moment. Life seems to roll from one festival to another, one celebration will follow another and a local event will keep us amused in between celebrating and festival-ising. This week the entertainment has been the local elections. There are banners and flags, drummers and bands, visiting dignitaries and huddles of shouting men </atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2009/11/playing-paparazi.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-349992621450763470</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 06:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-15T12:29:49.001+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>widow</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Monty Python</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>sari</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>women travel India</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>IIndia</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Basil Fawlty</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>amulet</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Chai</category><title>Things you only see in India...</title><atom:summary type='text'>I was sitting at Gopal's chai shop on the edge of town the other day, waiting for the mechanic to return with the motorbike. Time passed her hands over the afternoon where I had planned to be ripping along desert roads with the wind in my hair and my neon pink scarf trailing and billowing poetically in my wake. Instead I was stuck in a dusty noisy chai shop with men perving at me and beginning to</atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2009/11/things-you-only-see-in-india.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-8886338724043923087</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 06:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-02T11:43:04.615+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>cooking Indian food</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>solo women travel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>street stalls India</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>snacks</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>wallah</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>indian women</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>locals</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pushkar Fair</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Gopal</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>street food</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>cachori</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>curry</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>cart</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>women travel solo</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>food</category><title>Festival Food... Part One. HOT CACHORI STORY</title><atom:summary type='text'>If you talk of Indian food to most people in the West they will inevitably mention Butter Chicken. In fact most Indians are vegetarian and there is a whole lot more on the menu than the ubiquitous gravy laden piece of chicken.Guidebooks will warn you away from street stalls, but I will urge you onwards. Look for crowds of locals around a food stall and jump right in I say!Most street food is pre </atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2009/11/festival-food-part-one-hot-cachori.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-6064073613965647302</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 05:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T11:40:39.892+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>cooking Indian food</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>caste</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Holy men</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>dancers</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hijra</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Transexual</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>indian women</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hindu</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pushkar Mela</category><title>HOT HIJRA</title><atom:summary type='text'>Gorgeous hot Hijra in the Pushkar Market. Hijra are neither man nor woman but a particular caste of dancer. They are wild and free and out there and I love to chase them through the market place as they go into shops and clap and flirt and threaten to be bawdy until the shopkeepers give them money to go away.I had a dance with the one in the blue, she let me feel her breasts (coconuts) and then </atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2009/10/hot-hijra.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-6614094516432372572</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 05:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T11:29:52.322+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>full moon</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Varrah ghat</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>puja</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Kartikka Poonam</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pushkar</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>ghats</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Aarti</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pushkar Lake</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>light</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Kartik Poonam</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>candles</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>brahmin</category><title>Kartik Poonam, Pushkar</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2009/10/kartik-poonam-pushkar.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361674718197208177.post-2964416965140443362</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 05:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T11:30:54.134+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>sadhu</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>full moon</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>sadhu baba</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Holy men</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Kartikka Poonam</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pushkar</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Naga</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>ghats</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pushkar Camel Fair</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pushkar Mela</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Festivals</category><title>Baba Licious, Kartikka Poonam Festival in Pushkar</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://www.diannesharmawinter.com/2009/10/baba-licious-kartikka-poonam-festival.html</link><author>d.sharma.winter@gmail.com (Dianne Sharma-Winter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>