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		<title>Tales from Madrid: Day 1</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 May 2010 21:33:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Amortya Ray</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>I arrived this morning, heavily jetlagged, super cranky but extremely glad to meet one of my closest friends after 2 and a half years. This trip also scratches item 39 off my life list. We drove to her crazy fancy home in one of the poshest areas of Central Madrid. She showed me to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I arrived this morning, heavily jetlagged, super cranky but extremely glad to meet one of my closest friends after 2 and a half years. This trip also scratches <a href="http://www.amortyaray.com/life-list/" target="_blank">item 39 off my life list</a>. We drove to her crazy fancy home in one of the poshest areas of Central Madrid. She showed me to my room and obviously the first thing I did was to ask her for the wifi key. Because clearly I cannot live without checking my email/facebook/twitter for more than 8 hours. And yes, I had to let the world know that I had landed safely on my first ever Eurotrip. Obviously.</p>
<p>After some quick shuteye, I showered and ventured into the city. We were joined by my friend&#8217;s Spanish boyfriend. When I told my friend Neha that my friend was dating a Spanish boy, she got all swoony and drooly hoping to live out her Enrique fantasy even if it was vicariously through someone else. But in reality, Preeti&#8217;s &#8216;Enrique&#8217; turned out to be more of the siesta loving, pot-bellied Spanish man who loves wining and dining more than anything else in the world. Oscar speaks very little English. And just about enough to make conversation with me. Preeti and Oscar converse only in Spanish. And they&#8217;d call each other <em>amor</em>, which is the Spanish word for <em>love</em>. &#8216;Amor&#8217;<em> </em>is also one of my countless nicknames. So everytime I&#8217;d hear amor, I&#8217;d turn around, only to see them whispering into each others ears. How awkward it must have been. For them.</p>
<p>Later in the day, we walk through an Egyptian temple in the middle of the city and take a cable car ride. Oscar&#8217;s trying to explain the history of the cable cars. And as he&#8217;s struggling with some words, Preeti turns around and goes, &#8220;Oh by the way, he does know a few Hindi words too!&#8221;. I turn to Oscar and go all, &#8220;Nice! Say something!&#8221;.  I&#8217;m hoping to hear a &#8220;<em>Namaste&#8221;</em> or a &#8220;<em>Mera naam Oscar hai!&#8221;. </em>And Oscar turns to me and with a straight face goes, &#8220;<em>Chutiya&#8221;. </em>Expat Indians must make the country so proud.</p>
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		<title>Kids say the darndest things</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 18:46:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Amortya Ray</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>Last week, my buddy KB and I took a spontaneous trip down to San Francisco. The following conversation took place between KB and her 6 year old niece SP, as we drove around downtown Fremont.</p> <p>SP (playing with KB&#8217;s fingers, checks out the shiny solitaire on her right hand): Kuki fai, why are you [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Last week, my buddy KB and I took a spontaneous trip down to San Francisco. The following conversation took place between KB and her 6 year old niece SP, as we drove around downtown Fremont.</p>
<p>SP (playing with KB&#8217;s fingers, checks out the shiny solitaire on her right hand): Kuki fai, why are you wearing a ring? Are you married?</p>
<p>KB (trying to mess with the kid, she indulges): Yes!</p>
<p>SP (her gorgeous dark eyes lighting up): Then why don&#8217;t you have a baby?</p>
<p>KB: Uh.. umm!? WTH!?</p>
<p>Turns to me and whispers, &#8220;I did not see that coming!&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Joy</title>
		<link>http://www.amortyaray.com/2009/07/15/joy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 03:34:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Amortya Ray</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[We live, we die, and the wheels on the bus go round and round. -Edward Cole, The Bucket List [2007] [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: left;">I went skydiving   last summer. Naturally, I pretty much crapped my pants right up to the point me and my tandem instructor jumped off the plane, but once I was in the air, plummeting 20,000 feet to the ground, with the wind distorting my face, making it look like I was struck by a vicious flesh eating disease, I realized the awesomeness of the moment. That 3 minute drop  gave me biggest rush of my life, a high no drink can match. Even the El Toro pales miserably in comparison to this ride. Knowing that it can very well be the last thing I ever do, so might as well go in style, I took a massive leap-of-faith and ended up with an experience of a lifetime.</p>
<div id="attachment_116" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 310px"><img class="size-medium wp-image-116   " title="Sky Diving" src="http://www.amortyaray.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/skydiving-300x189.jpg" alt="Morty trying to be cool for the camera" width="300" height="189" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Morty &amp; skydiver dude trying to be all cool for the camera</p></div>
<p>Mum once told me that to travel one needs to get 3 things right: the right age, the financial resources, and most importantly, the will to travel. So here&#8217;s a couple of things I believe I should definitely attempt before I get too old, go broke, or become too chicken for adventure.</p>
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<div id="attachment_117" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 310px"><img class="size-medium wp-image-117 " title="Shark Cage Diving" src="http://www.amortyaray.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/Shark-Cage-Diving-Hawaii-300x200.jpg" alt="Some day, perhaps!" width="300" height="200" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Some day, perhaps!</p></div>
<p style="text-align: left;">I&#8217;ve always considered myself to be a water baby. Hence, its not surprising that topping my bucket list are a host of water based  activities. Scuba diving, surfing, snorkeling, diving with sharks are some of the things I&#8217;d love to try. The last one in particular. Considering that I&#8217;m not much of an animal lover and detest  sea food (yes, a <em>kalank</em> on all of them Bongs out there), I think it would be interesting to live through the <em>Jaws</em> experience first hand. Step one for the aforementioned goal is already in the works. A trip to  V&#8217;s Caribbean homeland, experimenting with T&amp;T cuisine (which, I gather, is very much like Desi food, so I should feel just at home) and lazing on the beach, sipping on a Mojito,  is step two. Step three: **gulp** stepping into a steel cage, descending down the clear blue waters, with sharks circling around me, and being terrified of being eaten alive by the very thing I came to see!</p>
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<div id="attachment_118" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 310px"><img class="size-medium wp-image-118 " title="Top of the Pyramid" src="http://www.amortyaray.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/topofpyramid-300x255.jpg" alt="Sweet Lord, thats one gorgeous view!" width="300" height="255" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Sweet Lord, thats one gorgeous view!</p></div>
<p style="text-align: left;">Moving onto less dangerous, but equally incredible things to do! People who know me would agree that physically strenuous activities are really not my thing, but a man can dream, can&#8217;t he? I think that climbing to the top of the Pyramid of Giza would be super cool and would certainly make for interesting conversation on a date. <em>Hot date: So Morty, what did you do last weekend? Me: Well, I was in Egypt and I climbed to top of the Great Pyramid of Giza with my buddies and had a beer. Hot date: **too stunned to say anything** </em>I&#8217;ve always thought that Egypt is a country much like India. Steeped in mythology and culture and a fabulous destination for tourists. I really want to visit the place someday. Ever since Lucky Ali crooned <em>O Sanam</em> to that gorgeous woman in his video, I was convinced that Cairo/Egypt is one place I must go to. Standing on the top of the pyramid,  would be one of the most breathtaking moments of my life.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">This was just the tip of the iceberg. There&#8217;s the carnival at Rio, the touristy spots in Italy/Rome, the gondola&#8217;s in Venice, Kerala backwaters, Rajasthan, Ladakh,  and of course the millions of places I could visit in the US itself. My list could  go on and on. The world is huge and we have so little time. A single lifetime simply isn&#8217;t enough to enjoy the beauty of this planet. Makes you realize how insignificant a part you are of this huge ass planet.</p>
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