September 13, 2009

Kolkata or Calcutta



So…here we are back in India.

We decided to splurge a little bit. We are staying at the Tollygunge Club here in Kolkata. It has an 18-hole golf course and pool and tennis courts…so yes, yesterday…we golfed in India. Ha. You have to take a Caddy. The Caddies are cool dudes…they don’t have anything…they wear sandals or nothing at all on their feet, and I was sneaking them food from the canteens. There are some really odd looking wild foxes that roam the course which freaked me out. There were some great tree vines for swinging and loads of random dudes walking around trying to sell us stuff. Typical. We golfed with two businessmen from Singapore and Kolkata. Little did they know what kind of bums they were dealing with. Kolkata is rough and tough.

One cool thing…we saw Everest again on our flight from Nepal back to India. INCREDIBLE. I think that mountain brings “untold good fortune".
Oh, the gentlemen are talking and the midnight moon is on the riverside,
They're drinking up and walking and it is time for me to slide.
I live in another world where life and death are memorized,
Where the earth is strung with lovers' pearls and all I see are dark eyes.
A cock is crowing far away and another soldier's deep in prayer,
Some mother's child has gone astray, she can't find him anywhere.
But I can hear another drum beating for the dead that rise,
Whom nature's beast fears as they come and all I see are dark eyes.
They tell me to be discreet for all intended purposes,
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is.
But I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized,
All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes.
Oh, the French girl, she's in paradise and a drunken man is at the wheel,
Hunger pays a heavy price to the falling gods of speed and steel.
Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that flies,
A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes.
-Dark Eyes, Bob Dylan