Trash wars

In Curry Land there is one task for one person...for instance the person who irons your clothes would not be the person who dry cleans...another example: the person who pumps gas at a gas station is not the same guy who writes up your receipt. One person, one responsibility...It is the same in our neighborhood with regards to trash pick up.
Sweeper - responsible for sweeping the streets of a particular neighborhood and getting the trash collected. Usually female and very territorial. Demands payment for services from all in neighborhood.
Cura walla - rides around in a open back rickshaw and collects trash door to door, works for the sweeper.
Cabare walla - collects recyclable materials. Pays people by weight for the recycled goods. Self employed.

When we first moved into this house the sweeper came by to demand wages for her services. She was going to charge us a little higher than we were previously paying at our old neighborhood but Z was willing to concede if her work proved better than the sweeper in our old neighborhood. After two days we quickly saw that her work ethic was WORSE! She was taking our trash and dumping outside in front of our garden. So we quickly relieved her of her services.
For the past couple of months trash disposal has been a headache! We have taken it ourselves, we have also hired a different cura walla but he has not been consistent...we have also bribed the cabare walla to take our trash by giving him our recycables for free.
Currently we have a weeks worth of trash sitting in our garage trash bins...how will we dispose of it today? that is the question...

Daily Traffic update

Z and I were sharing a taxi with two other CA's to the capital city...and surprise, surprise we got caught in traffic. While in traffic we laughed when over the radio the live traffic update came on...the report was vague...simply said the roads were jammed...of corse we knew the reasons behind the vague report; 1) there are always jams between 8-10 am, you can set your watch to it. And 2) the are no such things a news helicopters that fly around and survey the highway situations.
And then we thought...'What if there were news helicoptors that flew around and surveyed the highways???' Then we took it farther...what if there were detailed traffic reports not just for the capital city but for the more rural cities in Curry Land as well...
The result would be more detailed reports, such as:
'Broke down rickshaw in south bound left hand lane', or 'Overturned ox cart on Hwy 24', my personal favorite 'Gober slick on Indra Ghandi rd, all you motorists be carefull out there.'

Mmmmmm....

While in Coconut milk land we were beckoned by a familiar glowing sign...

 We rushed inside and waited in line...

 it was a worthwhile 20 minute wait.

 One order away from doughnut dreaminess...at this point Z and I were salivating.

Just looking at these doughnuts makes me teary eyed...

I think it has been 2 years since we last had a Krispy Kreme doughnut.

Between the two of us we polished off a dozen in less than 20 minutes!

FYI: Paula Dean has a wonderful Krispy Kreme bread pudding...it is definitely no for the 'faint of heart' aka: those with clogged arteries.

~Dreamy Vacay~

quick update

Just got back from vacation...we went to Curry Land #2 - aka: the land flowing with coconut milk and curry

Before our vacation our computer crashed...so the week before we left was super stressfull, which made us appreciate the breather in coconut milk land even more.

Ain't No Partay...

like a Kite flying Partay! Yesterday was a holiday here to welcome the warmer weather (personally I am not happy about warmer weather). Usually people celebrate the day by flying kites!
We were awaken in the morning at 7am by extremely loud music. No one believes in noise pollution around here (or water and air pollution for that matter). Anyways one of our neighbors had rented two concert size speakers and was blasting Punjabi music for all the neighborhood to enjoy while they flew their kites.
In the morning to keep ourselves sane Z and I danced in our house to the songs that had a really good beat. But by lunch time we were praying for the regularly scheduled 4 hour power cut...no such luck the power only cut off for 30 min. By middle to late afternoon I was starting to sympathize with prisoners in Guantanamo Bay...I had to get out of our neighborhood! We went to a quiet park...normally I would not find this park quiet because the road in front of it was busy and noisy...but compared to our neighborhood  Block party it was a fine reprieve.
The music came to an end at 9pm...and then the music from the surrounding wedding halls started up. Oh how we missed America that day...the good ole' USA, where you can call the cops on your loud neighbors.  

new obsession

OK I confess...I have not been blogging because I have been Kindle-ing...I have always been an avid reader, but that is not really a new obsession...rather the old, long standing kind. No the new thing for me as of late is finding free books for my Kindle...
So right now my Kindle is full of 160 books that I did not pay a dime for...but I keep acquiring new free ones instead of reading the ones I already have...Like chipmunks to acorns, for some reason I am drawn to hording free e books.