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		<title>Boss, Andheri kaunse side pe aayega?</title>
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		<dc:creator>Amortya Ray</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>For the clueless, the title of this post refers to the ubiquitous line every train traveler in Bombay should have uttered at least once in their lifetime. Roughly translated it means, &#8220;Dude, on what side of the train is the platform gonna be?&#8221;.</p> <p>Yes, I&#8217;m visiting my parents, sister and grandmum in Bombay, India [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>For the clueless, the title of this post refers to the ubiquitous line every train traveler in Bombay should have uttered at least once in their lifetime. Roughly translated it means, &#8220;Dude, on what side of the train is the platform gonna be?&#8221;.</p>
<p>Yes, I&#8217;m visiting my parents, sister and grandmum in Bombay, India after nearly 2 years. And the experience has been, well, mixed. As I exited the airport after haggling with the customs officer, a ferocious blast of heat hits me. Ah! The advantages of living in a tropical country. I went from subzero temperatures to absolute sweltering heat. On the bright side, I had some delicious butter chicken awaiting me as I got home! Yum!</p>
<p>A few thoughts on my first day in the motherland.</p>
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<li><a href="http://www.mmrdamumbai.org/projects_metro_rail.htm" target="_blank">A massive infrastructure project</a> in the city has pretty much resulted in all of the suburb roads being dug up. Yes, ALL OF IT! A direct consequence of it is that it quadruples the time taken to travel any distance. The ride from my parents&#8217; home to the train station, which typically takes less than half an hour, yesterday, took over an hour.</li>
<li>Which brings me to my second observation. Whoever thought that it was a brilliant idea to put LCD screens in the mass transit buses, needs to be strung up upside down and flogged to death. I was holding my throbbing head to stop the unbearable pain. And the producer who came up with the ridiculous programs/commercials that are aired, needs to be buried. Alive.</li>
<li>The general population seems to have a complete disregard for any kind of nasal hygiene. People simply stuck their index fingers into their noses and shagged it with the joy akin to jerking off.</li>
<li>I also visited the home of my most favorite person in the whole world. My drama teacher from when I was a kid. Unfortunately, she was out. So I had to contend with leaving a hastily scribbled note with my Mum&#8217;s telephone number, because as ridiculous as it sounds, I couldn&#8217;t remember my own phone number.</li>
<li>I have also started immunizing my body with a variety of scrumptious delicacies from the streets of Bombay. <em>Nimbu pani, chicken frankie, samosa, vada pav, dabeli, roadside chinese food, topped with maaza. </em>Slurp!</li>
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<p>This was just day 1. Stay tuned for more of my India shenanigans.</p>
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