Curry Jar-Jar’s Mind Junk: You say goodbye, I say hello

  Hoorah! It is mango season at last. No longer do I have to suffer the infernal disappointment of ordering mango juice in the vain hope that it will be available, only to be informed (usually about 20 minutes later) that sorry- but we no have Ma’am.

Curry Jar-Jar Mind Junk: All aboard the Jungle Express

For the past few years I have asked my family not to buy me chocolate eggs for Easter because of the gross excessive packaging that accompanies them (that being said I am aware Cadbury’s Creme Eggs only come in foil: Hint! Hint!) but this year I craved

Curry Jar-Jar's Mind Junk: Rooftop Remedies

The last few weeks and days have been very hectic for us all here. It is difficult to know what to impart and what to keep to myself, but here goes:   On February 19 the volunteers collectively requested a crisis meeting with the administration

Curry Jar-Jar’s Mind Junk: Get on the Bus

After many weeks I have come to the conclusion that every premise downtown is a shop! It is surprising that any of them stay in business for there are literally scores of bicycle repair shops, food stalls, cobblers, mobile phone shops and gazillions of

Curry Jar-Jar's Mind Junk : The Education of Chloe

I never anticipated that so much would occur on a daily basis while I was living here. For example as I walked some of the children home two weeks ago an elderly lady approached me and started speaking Tamil. Immediately I looked to the eldest child and

Curry Jar-Jar’s Mind Junk: Changing Worlds.

Okay, oh my goodness! Where to begin? How to describe what I have seen, smelt and heard? I will put it like this: The India I have seen is nothing short of a pungent kaleidoscope bombarded with the hooting of auto rickshaws by day, and crickets by night.