Live (or rather "still alive") from Chandigarh

If a human who's absolutely surrendered to exhausion can still be called alive, then I'm alive trying to catch up with blogging from the north of India. Otherwise, you're enjoying another "Notes from Underground":-)

It took me Vonnegut's "Slaughterhouse-Five" and a Berdyayev essay on Dostoevsky to arrive to New Delhi. The 14 hour trip ended up with a guy smiling at me happily and speaking no English, fog which I mistook for smog and SMELL. Very strong smell which is a compound of incense aroma, sweat and these wondrous spices this country abounds in. A drive through the outskirts of Delhi in a car jammed with three man (btw, all cramped in the front, none dared to share the spacious back seat with me:-)) revealed quite a scene at a certain trash bin. Who're the permanent habitants of such bins in Yerevan? Right, dogs. What I saw in Delhi would be a zoo back home: breeds of dogs+a cow+ a camel and smth I could not distinguish in the misty dark.

Anyway, here I am in a half-constructed building with more men speaking no English. There's a young man who ushers me here and there and keeps telling me "M'm, You our guest. Everything OK". I'm taken to a room and told to be in the lobby at 6am. Damn, who starts a conference at 6 am? My jetlag gets even worse just from the idea and I start unpacking nervously. In half an hour (1am local time) I hear a polite knock on the door and the "M'm" walks in staring at his feet, but talking to me, "Here, 6am". I take the slip of paper he's holding, thank him profusely and when he's gone, I'm also gone with ... happiness: hurrah, I'm not staying in here! This is a train ticket, and the conference does not start at 6 am. And I'm not in Chandigarh yet, but where am I? Guess I'll never figure out:-)

Anyway, these are my first hours in India. The rest will come later (hopefully:-)). My break's over and I've got to run to another "world-saving" session:-)