"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who pointsout how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
-Theodore Roosevelt

Friday, November 16, 2012

The foreigner has arrived! 36 hours after leaving Seattle, I met Uttam Teron and drove in a taxi past mahouts domesticated Elephants down the street to Parijat Academy. The last plane ride from Kolkotta to Guwahati was spectacular. First off, I could see the Himalayas WAY off in the distance. Closer, we flew over the Brahmaputra River plain, mostly in Bangladesh. Villages dotted the landscape every few kilometers connected by rivers and roads as far as I could see. It looked like pictures you see of axons connecting neurons. It's easy to see how Bangladesh is the most densely populated country in the world.

Also, driving is fantastic...a new, bright, loud, radically different alternative to a what I'm used to. Cows, goats, pigs, dogs, elephants, people, bicycles, motorcycles, cycle rickshaws, auto-rickshaws, buses, trucks, army jeeps, cows crossing major national highways, people hanging off the back of trucks garbageman style on major national highways, party buses blasting Indian techno trailed by a crowd of dancing people on major national highways, broken down vehicles every few kilometers, of course Tatas everywhere. Yep. Good fun. 

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