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May 20, 2008

Memories of India

Recently my boss made a plan for me to go to India for a week to teach a course that finally got canceled and didn't happen. However, it brought back all memories from fall of 2003 when I spent around six weeks in India for my first competency training. It was only a few month after joining my current company. India was an unforgettable adventure in all levels. I need to squeeze my brain and remember.

I was with two other colleagues from Iran joining a diversity of others, mostly from east Asia. Arriving to New Delhi, we had a taxi waiting for us from the Hotel that took us through the most bizarre street of the entire stay. It was a crowded mingle of all barnyard animals, people with all shapes and faces and simple shops selling nearly everything. The five star hotel that hosted us, was located in the south western skirt of the town, kind of in the middle of nothing. It was very comfortable but very far from anywhere, leaving us with few options for pass time after full days of class room sessions.
India is so famous for its contrasting scenes and the way rich and poor are mixed. Each morning, we had a taxi taking us to our company office, heading out from the fabulous hotel, we used to ride along this road towards the town, watching primitive rows of tents that were home to people and of course the famous man who was showering every morning in a water barrel by the road.... read the rest below...

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May 09, 2008

Dance with the sand

Tripoli weather  is very notorious during first half of spring for its unpredicted behavior and for the dust. Any wind coming from south or west, blows sand upon us. Yesterday I was going to the parking to drive home, the western winds were coming strong. I stood there and looked at waves of sand hovering on the surface of the paved road, a mysterious fractal pattern....if I was believing in these things I would have said like ghosts running around. Then I would wonder how the wind could happily do the cha cha with the palm trees, chase the sand to where it destined and at the same time spare time to make me miserable by blowing dust in my eyes :)

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