This evening I went to the opening of an art exhibition which the British Council is supporting in Delhi, Mumbai and Kolkata: Jeremy Deller and Alan Kane's Folk Archive (see here). It's a collection of examples of erm ... British culture which, as the High Commissioner described it, 'you don't hear about in guidebooks'. Anyway, one section of the exhibition is of 'prison art', including a case full of confiscated homemade tattoo guns and this diagram to explain how they're made.
We went to the cinema this evening. My friend bought the tickets and she said 'it's gold class, is that ok?' and I just said yes because I didn't know what she was talking about. Turns out 'gold class' is a separate cinema in a bigger screen complex which has huge armchair reclining seats (there's a button you can press to put the leg rest up). I'm reading the menu, just before I press the button to call the waiter who will come to my seat and take my order. Next to me you can see my blanket, in case I get cold. And my lamp to help me read my menu. It's like flying business class and watching a movie, but with a much bigger screen. Not sure I'll be able to go back to normal cinemas now. Oh and we watched Birdman, which we all loved.
No Hindi on this one, which according to my research so far is quite unusual. It's quite a random one but I like it.
I think this counts as a bike shop, even though it's got three wheels. And selling palm trees on the back of a bike - that's pretty funny, right?
I love this postcard. I bought it when we were away somewhere but I can't remember exactly where. It's Shiva and Hanuman. I thought it was a suitable post given the unexpected cuddle that Modi gave Obama at the airport when he arrived. So sweet.
Incidentally, there are just 50 more days until Delhi 730 reaches its target ...
We finally sorted it out and bought a new food processor to replace the one that broke ... over two years ago. This has many advantages but especially fantastic is the return of nut roast. Mmmmmmm.
