Me, Josh, and Irene
At this very moment, Hurricane Irene is sweeping up the East coast, and thanks to her I’m writing this post. In the “forced confinement” of my cozy dorm room with absolutely nowhere to go and no one to see, my time is all my own. It’s a beautiful thing. So without further ado, and with the help of Joshua Radin and Irene, I am attempting to begin blogging consistently. Although my track record in the past is not outstanding, you can at least count on a post every time a hurricane hits Boston. I wanted to write about India on this blog. In fact, that’s the whole reason I started it. Little did I know what an utterly impossible task that would turn out to be! And when I say utterly impossible, I mean udderly impossible. I have never seen so many cows in one place in my life. I t’s not that I wasn’t expecting to see them, I just wasn’t expecting to see them using the same roads as the cars, buses, motorcycles, overloaded tractors, rickshaws, goats, ch