A Life of Chai: Reservations in India: 3 (Rambling On) - Tapa blanda

Sinopsis

The journey through life came to a T-junction. The choices made defined more than the direction of onward travels. This is the book that Graham Field originally wanted to write but the scene had to be set, hence the first two books in the Rambling On trilogy. This is the point that was so hard to get to, a tale that couldn’t be told without the prequels.

Finding solace in a rebellious train of thought, an outrageous inner monologue runs parallel with the travelogue.
This is your invitation to pry into the diary, be the other tourist on the train, a voyeur at the accident, an eavesdropper on the argument. Frown, cringe, laugh and perhaps relate as this traveller dares to recount his reservations.

Two one-track minds merge with train-wreck results.
The girl Graham Field left in England is not the one who arrives in India. Sofia sees the trip as her swansong before motherhood, impatient to exchange backpack for a baby sling.
So begins the journey which is the:

Indian Itinerary of Endurance
A cold snap makes for a chilly reception in Delhi
First-class aggravation in Agra, tension at the Taj Mahal
Backtrack to the ghost city of Fatehpur Sikri, a brief respite from outstretched hands
Non-stop to balmy Bombay and a runny bum
Tunnel vision, reaching down a Goan sewer for the irretrievable
Cross-country to Pondicherry, pondering decoupling
Wrong side of the tracks in Madras
Mind the gap year in Mahabalipuram
Grave digging, scrotum flicking, a big bhang triggers a pointless train of thought in Konark
Striking differences in Calcutta
Teased in Darjeeling, limited Himalayan view
Letting off steam walking into Nepal
Curfew and confrontation, the relationship reaches the end of the line in Kathmandu

Bleak moments are lightened with black humour, jaw dropping highlights described with stop in your tracks laugh out loud accuracies, bold claims, and outrageous observations. Ultimately this is a book that finds humour in the tragic, fun in the dysfunctional, and points a finger of ridicule as much at the writer as those he encountered en route.
Everyone he ever come into contact with, from a street kid to bhang dealer to rock god, they are all passengers who board the virtual carriage in his train of life. No one will ever accompany us all the way, no one can. Parents will drop away and friends and lovers board midway, so ultimately this is a journey only one person can tell.

When relations sour like curd there is always some cream to be scooped off the top.
We’ve all been there, not necessarily India and Nepal but found ourselves seemingly trapped in incompatibility. Nothing lasts forever, there’s always time to change the road you're on, this was Grahams' time. He didn’t always come out smelling of roses but the s##t only once rose to shin level. He found a way out that worked and would like to share his escapism with you. Have a laugh at his expense … well, once you’ve paid for the book that is.

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