For several reasons, i have decided to resume the activity on this blog. however, it is no longer going to be in french, but in english, so as to develop my english writing skills. the subject will be the same: my experience in india. it has now been four and a half years that i am in india. i never thought i would have lasted that long. anyway, th

"anne, i want to see the wabamata. they were showing a documentary the other day on tv. you know, it is fascinating!" last time my mum told me about something fascinating shown on tv, it was about the octopus: "did you know? the octopuses are very smart creatures", she nodded convincingly. i had stop all activities and burst in laughter. you have t

Dear reader, i am attending a writing worshop and i have decided to publish some of the pieces i wrote (thanks to kavita for her editing). not everything is autobiographic. i hope you will enjoy. cheers

My residential complex benefits from a very nice community. and technology is great to unite these beautiful people, especially through a google group. this virtual group is a great tool to share useful information (from the number of a nearby doctor to the contact of the fish delivery guy), to post some classified ("help! i move out and i need to

"a little inaccuracy saves a world of explanation". c. e. ayers assignment: is it always essential to tell the truth or are there circumstances in which it is better to lie? lying is bad. it is a sin and i know it. since i am a kid, my parents have been warning me, my relatives have been advising me, the priests have been threatening me: do not lie

French people are the gold medalist of moaning and cherish this cultural treasure. here is an exclusive anthropological journey in the mind of a french girl. moaning – a constructive attitude towards life moaning is in. moaning is a proof of intelligence, the evidence that we, french people, don’t take things for granted: we challenge them, con

Do you know this cartoon character? calimero is a poor cute little black chicken who is nice with everyone but who thinks the world is against him. i like calimero. and like any french person, i like to complain: “that is not fair, i am always the victim, it is not because i am small and weak that!”…. i had decided to take some action. enough

India , yoga's homeland obvious, isn't it? it is hardly a cliché: yoga is part of indian culture. from the foreigner tourists eager to stretch their pale bodies on kerala beaches, to the urban middle aged professional trying to lower their stress level, to the greatest yoga gurus able to fast for hundreds of days and bend their bodies in the most

We made it! somehow i had survived the dreadful landing. my grey-haired, frequent flyer fellow passenger had offered a reassuring hand to support me during my ordeal. although i was still as red as a ripped tomato and panting like a dog i was so relieved that i almost kissed him on both cheeks! but i had some ounces of dignity left. the rejoicing w

Indigo is my favorite low cost indian airline. i like their cute dotted logo, their smart ads and their elegant and charming air hostesses, all coming straight out of the fantastic movie “catch me if you can”. the last time i flew with them, i was casually flipping through their glossy inflight magazine when a small article caught my attention: