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November 9, 2006

Three weeks in India -- Day Eighteen

In case you're wondering about my health, I'm getting better all the time.

I may not be able to post tomorrow night so I'll treat this as my sign off. When I return to the US perhaps I'll add a postscript.

Quite a few months ago my boss asked me if I'd be willing to go to India. Toady that I am, I said I'd consider it, and then immediately forgot the conversation. Two months or so ago he asked me for real and I knew for all sorts of reasons that I had to say yes. I haven't regretted the decision, except for the many times that I did, sorta. (You know, getting sick, jet lag, etc.)

I haven't traveled internationally in years and it was, frankly, a pain to prepare for the trip. But too often I'm a bump on a log and I'm very pleased I had the chance to break free from that. My employer has expanded it's operations around the world in the last 5+ years and I'm thrilled to be off the sidelines in that effort. Professionally it's been very challenging and rewarding to prepare the course materials and work with the staff here in Hyderabad for the last three weeks. I wish I'd had the time and chance to get to know them better and I hope someday I'll see some of them again in the US.

For me, while I definitely agree there's no place like home, as Dorothy learned you can't fully realized it until you leave. But unlike Dorothy, I won't say I'm never leaving again. Hyderabad is exotic in a way no standard vacation destination could ever be. Though I'm looking forward to sitting down on that log for a while again, thank you very much, the trip's been an eye opener I'll never forget. I've tried to describe the place but I've only touched the surface -- that's all I've touched myself after all. Hyderabad's a boom town, busy and bustling. It knows this and is changing every day as it tries to manage the change, embrace it, incorporate it, and encourage it. I'm sure if I came back in 5 years I'd hardly recognize parts of it. I don't know when the change will slow down but I don't think it will be all that soon.

It's an exciting place that I've been fortunate to visit, and the fact that I'm looking forward to leaving diminishes none of that.

November 8, 2006

Three weeks in India -- Day Seventeen

Alas, I'm down to just tonight and tomorrow night. On Friday night the wireless will go out, I'll grab a taxi to the airport around 10:30PM, wait on hellish lines, and finally fly out at 2:00AM for Frankfurt. I wish I could go out with a bang but it feels much more like a whimper at the moment.

I've been on a roller coaster of sorts since Saturday, alternating bad (or at least not so good) days with good (or at least not so bad) days. Today was was a trough and I'm probably going to take the advice of a co-worker who's made this trip -- she said she only started feeling better when she didn't eat food for 24 hours. Grrrrrrr. Is beer food?

Fortunately I've got some chicken cup-a-soup sent in a care package during the first week when I had that nasty cold, and I figure to have some of that tonight.

Don't get me wrong -- I'm not incapacitated or anything. But I want to feel better for the trip back, which is exhausting enough. Besides, I understand Lufthansa won't allow passengers to spend the flight in the restrooms since they aren't equipped with seatbelts.

November 7, 2006

Three weeks in India -- Day Sixteen, Part 2

Missed it by that much! News item from today's Times of India:

Protests erupted in several parts of the Old City on Monday over the death sentence awarded to former Iraq president Saddam Hussein.

A large number of Muslims led by Communist leader and Rajya Sabha MP P Madhu gathered at the General Post Office, Abids, and organised a dharna. Comdemning Saddam's death sentence, the agitators carrying placards burnt effigies of US president George W Bush and British prime minister Tony Blair.

I was in the Old City on Sunday, the day before. Muslim communists protesting in favor of Muslim fascists -- who'da thunk it?

In other news, the hotel has several meeting and conference rooms as hotels often do. Today (inside joke to follow) the sign for one of the rooms said: "Benchmark Six Sigma Black Belt Certification". Interesting stuff, but don't get too excited. In the same room a week or so ago they were holding "Accelerated Millionaire Training".

Anyway, back in the real world, I can't find my camera, which means I left it at work. Or wherever I left my head, which my mother continually asserted I'd lose if it wasn't attached to my neck. Well, last time I checked my head was still attached, but I've scoured my pockets and briefcase for the camera without success. Work is the only place it could be. I'll look for it tomorrow, which never knows.

I had a few pics on the camera I was going to post -- not particularly good ones but hopefully illustrative to a degree of something I mentioned a while back -- that Hyderabad (indeed all of India as I'm led to believe) is among other things, a mix of the very poor and the (relatively anyway) rich. There's a main road we could drive to the office from the hotel, but for the last 2 weeks as we near the entrance to Hi-Tec city the driver's turned off onto a back road to avoid traffic. This route exemplifies that mix.

It consists of a series of 90 degree left, then right hand turns, repeating the pattern, each straight segment being not much more than a quarter mile if that. As you drive along, you pass first a small community of tents and lean-toes, and fronting the road are mountains of large plastic bags filled with who knows what. According to the driver the bags are filled with recyclable garbage that's been collected by the residents for re-sale. We drive by around 9:00 AM and there are many folks wearing grubby clothes wandering about barefoot. Wild dogs (presumably) live among them. A week or more ago we saw some children, one of them very small and without clothes. Yesterday I saw a woman carrying a child, maybe 3 years old, by his hand, the kid dangling in the air next to her. Several times I've seen men by the side of the road, squatting to urinate. Each day it's a different scene, but it's all consistent. They are very very poor.

Less than one hundred yards further along the road there's a modern concrete stuccoed wall, with a metal gate and a guard. Behind the wall is a new apartment building, constructed less than 5 years ago, carrying a name like Emerald Gardens or something like that. Through the gate you can see new cars in the parking spots. Continue down the road, turn left, and you come to another shanty town. Turn right, and there's another walled and guarded apartment complex. And the road I'm describing is the same one those buffalo I pictured earlier amble along before they climb the hill to find their grazing spot. Neighborhood is not the word that comes to mind.

But this is emblematic of the new and old Hyderabad. It doesn't have to be new apartment buildings next to shanty towns. It might be a mansion built next to a dilapidated shopping district. For all practical purposes the only physical separation of the well to do from the little to do is very little indeed. I'm not at all sure that this is something new in India -- more likely this is a new way for the same old story to unfold.

And still, as I understand it, 10 years ago it would have been somewhat different, because there would have been fewer examples of the well to do, fewer new apartments or mansions, and just as many of the poor. In that sense the changes make Hyderabad an exciting city, but the challenge for it, and all of India ultimately, will be to figure out how to spread the wealth. As it is, while I understand the walls, I'm still surprised at how closely the two live in proximity to one another -- old giving way slowly and not entirely to the new.

November 6, 2006

Three weeks in India -- Day Sixteen

I'm feeling better. Thanks for all the cards and letters.

Four days to go. The training program has gone as well as I'd hoped, so there will be no mad scramble to get things done under the wire. That gives me some additional time with other functional units to which I can also be of use. The days at work go quickly so long as I'm feeling ok. After more than two weeks at the hotel, it's the time I spend here that drags.

I hope to have a few more pictures to post tonight, perhaps. We'll see how the day goes.

Three weeks in India -- Day Fifteen

Not much to add today.

Several days ago I said I was done blogging about my physical ailments and I am. But since this is a travelogue of sorts, I can say without breaking that promise, that my most recent trip has been on the porcelain honda. Sorry, no pictures.

And no more spicy food.

Really.

November 5, 2006

Three weeks in India -- Day Fourteen

And on the 14th day there was sun.

We drove out of Banjara Hills, the section of Hyderabad where my hotel is located, towards the Old City. The buildings along the road became increasingly older than those I've been traveling past on the way to work. We passed open air markets--

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before finally approaching Charminar.

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I'm disappointed in the pictures I took of Charminar -- we weren't far enough away to capture the entire height, or maybe it was just me, badly framing the shot. Heh! Who can really say?

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There's a fresh produce market a stone's throw away. And when I say fresh, how about some raw sugar cane:

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And pomegranetes:

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One hundred yards or so from Charminar is the Makkah Masjid mosque, the largest in Hyderabad.

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Next, we walked the halls of Chowmahalla Palace, the ceremonial palace of the Nizams of Hyderabad. The palace has undergone extensive renovation in recent years. Here's a view of a very large courtyard.

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We walked inside the Durbar Hall, the throne room of the palace. Marble floor, crystal chandeliers -- just like back home!

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Here's another view from the courtyard, of one of the palace buildings.

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We left the palace and drove past Hussain Sagar lake, with a staute of Buddha in the middle of the water.

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The day was running short and I didn't have time to go out to the Golkonda Fort, and the Birla Mandir Temple was not open. But I did get a picture of it from a distance.

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I'm not sure which I regret not seeing more, but I'm not complaining. That I saw any of it is remarkable, and I will always remember it.

November 4, 2006

Three weeks in India -- Day Thirteen

Things turned a mite bit unlucky on this, the 13th day, when I had to resort to some magic pills for the first time here. I'll survive, but someone might want to call the UN High Commission On Sewage Treatment and give them a heads up.

The weather was mostly cloudy again today. When I first arrived it was much sunnier and when that happens it gets hot -- not as hot as it gets in the summer (temps can reach 110+ and it's always very humid), but it was still in the low 90's the first few days. Fortunately there's always a breeze. Today it didn't reach 80 but at least it didn't rain. Since the rain started last Saturday I'd say it's rained 4-5 of the last 8 days. All of this is unusual for Hyderabad at this time of year, as it's mostly dry after the rainy season ends in September.

Tomorrow I'll take a tour of the old part of the city, including Charminar, the Makkah Masjid, the Birla Mandir Hindu Temple, and the Golkonda Fort, which is actually a bit outside the city, I think.

Then it's all downhill -- last week flew past in a blur, and beginning Monday I expect the days will seem even faster. That'll suit me fine. Three weeks in India or anywhere will make me pine for home.

November 3, 2006

Three weeks in India -- Day Twelve

Well. Apropo my post yesterday about the traffic, we were in a minor fender bender today. I've been amazed so far that driving here isn't more of a contact sport. We were stopped in traffic, maybe inching forward a bit and this is (of course ) a common thing in the traffic here and everywhere. A two wheeler on our left driven by a young woman with a man on the back got too close while trying to squeeze by. Nothing significant there -- everything about Hyderabad traffic could be described in those two words: too close. The guy propped his hand against the rear left quarter to no avail, and the handlebar banged into us, just behind the left rear door. It was a jolt to the passengers, and a small one at that.

So. Traffic began to move, our driver slowed to allow them to come even on our left (remember, we're driving on the left here so the driver's sitting on the right) and he motioned the bike to pull over, which it did. The guy got off the rear of the bike, the left side window's rolled down and . . . oh -- did I mention? For only the second time in two weeks for a morning drive I'm not riding shotgun, instead I'm sitting in the third row, in the back -- one of the ladies from Ireland had the front row center passenger seat for this verbal donneybrook. Self-help traffic court, Hyderabad style, ensued.

I couldn't understand a word for the first 20 or maybe 30 seconds as they went back and forth, but it sounded great! (Think Pinto from Animal House: "This is GREAT!") The only thing better than hearing people get pissed off at each other in a foreign tongue is getting a good translation, which unfortunately was not to be had. Obviously on the defensive, the guy outside switched to heavily accented English saying "Look, I've apologized, she's apologized, there isn't a scratch. What do you want us to do?" Meanwhile my Irish friend sitting at mid-field must've been thinking wistfully of blarney stones or something. The driver fired another verbal salvo as the guy hopped back on the bike, which dashed away through traffic, leaving our driver is in a state of controlled apoplexy.

Tonight as I met the car for the drive back I couldn't help but notice a near foot long dig and scratch in the panel on the left side. No damage, huh? The fact is, as I've looked at the many cars in the parking garage and lot at our building over the last two weeks I've been surprised there aren't more marks like the one we got today.

Oh - and did I mention my neck pain? Just kidding.

Looking forward, the Saturday tour has been pushed to Sunday. Tomorrow is R&R at the hotel, with perhaps an independent foray into the surrounding neighborhood. No promises on that. Meanwhile, I saw off my traveling companions at the hotel lobby -- they should be at the airport right now, as I'll be in a week, waiting for the flight to Frankfurt and then one to home. Godspeed to them -- I've enjoyed their company (mostly at dinner) and am pleased to have finally had the chance to get to know some of the folks from that office first hand.

November 2, 2006

Three weeks in India -- Day Eleven

I'm finished commenting on physical ailments except to say that in the last day and a half we've completed work in the training room and have moved back to the desks. The trainees are now putting into practice the many bits of office erudition I've passed along. The point? My feet don't hurt. Although they continue to impress me with their ability I'm glad I've got the extra week to tie down loose ends, especially considering the lost days.

Earlier I noted that given the schedule and the fact that it's dark when we return from the office, except for the weekend (and the last one was lost to the weather and my need to recuperate) there isn't much chance to see Hyderabad except for the commute. So what's that like? Surreal is one word that comes to mind, especially regarding the traffic.

Hyderabad is growing rapidly. According to our driver the population has risen by a million or two in the last 6 to 7 years, all driven by foreign business investment, and not all of it Western. The result is traffic that gets worse by the day. Much of the trip to the office is over 2 to 3 lane roads but it would be a huge mistake to think of them as highways. Speed is limited to something like 45 mph and that's rarely reached. The roads are full of two wheelers (small motorcycles maxing out at 200cc's), underpowered 3 wheeled taxis designed to carry two plus the driver but I've seen 5 or 6 packed in, very small cars powered by 1.3 liter engines if that, and buses that look as if they'll collapse upon their suspensions. Our group has been driven around in what practically passes for a limousine, if only in size.

The roads are marked with solid double white lines nominally separating opposing traffic, and single dashed lines purporting to indicate lanes. The lines are more decorative than definitive. Traffic flows over the pavement without regard to anything so insubstantial as mere paint.

Fortunately the speed generally settles around 25 mph if you're lucky. The vehicles move down the road in an organic flow. The only thing comparable (if that) to the US is the way traffic will slowly merge and inch out of a stadium parking lot after a big game, only here they do it at speed. I'd say that horns punctuate the trip but that'd suggest you hear them now and then instead of all the time. A Hyderabad driver uses his horn in one hour more often than I'll use mine at home in 10 years. That's actually a good thing. In the US the horn is more often than not blared in frustration; here it's used to say "I know you can't see me but here I come" or better still, as a one note score to a game of chicken.

The three wheeled taxis are very slow, which means traffic is constantly swerving around to pass them. Sometimes they're outfitted to carry cargo and at that point they're lucky to make 10mph I'm guessing, and maybe 2 if it's uphill.

No description of Hyderabad traffic can avoid the mention of tailgating. Sub-atomic particle physicists seeking a Nobel Prize would be well advised to study how close two bumpers can get without touching on these road. Hyderabad is the laboratory, and speed is inversely related to the distance between vehicles.

Finally, the two wheelers outnumber everything else on the road. They have an advantage over the congestion because they can and do squeeze through any slight crevice between vehicles. I've seen two cars and two cycles go four wide on a 2 lane road traveling at 25mph or more. They're ridden in all weather, and you can sometimes see a family of 4, 5, or even 6 piled onto one. I'm serious folks. Mom, Dad, and four kids dangling on a small motorcycle. Last week we passed Dad driving, Mom on the back, and junior (maybe 4 years old) literally sleeping between his Dad's legs, laying on the gas tank. It brings new meaning to the phrase "Are we there yet?".

And then there was the pair we saw tonight, in the rain and dark. The passenger was holding a cell phone to the driver's ear so he could talk -- a form of hands free cell phone use previously unknown to me.

All of which comes at a cost. Our driver says an average of 3 a day die in motorcycle accidents in Hyderabad. Today's paper named 6, including a wife who fell off the back of the bike (Indian women often ride side saddle) when her husband swerved to avoid a buffalo. What I don't know, though, is how many deaths there are per motorcycle miles driven. I couldn't say whether it's high or low but from what I've seen 3 a day seems to be an amazingly small number.

UPDATE: I just re-read this and I hope I didn't give the impression that it's incredibly dangerous to ride the roads here. Hyderabad is a growing 21st Century city where old meets new in countless ways, and where people deal with it as only people can. Although you might ordinarily need a gun to get me on a motorcycle here, that says as much about me as it does about riding these streets, and I'd sooner ride to work on one than live in many many other places in the world.

November 1, 2006

Three weeks in India -- Day Ten

For those of you keeping score at home, I've reached the halfway point of the trip. In two days my co-workers will be returning to Ireland leaving me to fend for myself. Eh. Truth be told, I'm cared for so well here that little actual fending is involved. The hotel staff is most accommodating, the folks at the office take good care of me, and I'm convinced the hired driver (who'll also be my tour guide come Saturday -- more on that later) is the key principal behind the success of every visit here from the home office.

I mentioned last night that we were going to dinner at Fusion 9, a restaurant up the road. It's a well appointed place, Western in design in many respects but not entirely. The menu featured food from all over -- Asian, Western, etc. -- no Martian food but that will be next. Although I've enjoyed the mostly Indian food I've eaten so far, chili corn polenta went down very well as an appetizer, and the lamb chops were delicious. It was seven at the table, us four out of town visitors plus three from the office here, and the conversation swerved from life in India, Ireland and the US, to the office, the movies, the food -- you know, all the usual stuff. Very enlightening and entertaining.

My cold is mostly a thing of the past so I'm looking for new reasons to complain. I can't use work since the training has been moving along well. Give me a few days.