Sunday, September 25, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Vietnam and India: Legends of Tet and Onam
I had a wonderful holiday in Vietnam last year but could not communicate effectively with the locals in Vung Tau, in the south. The pretty beach resort is full of Buddhist temples and India is venerated as the land of the Buddha, but it was impossible for the monks in the temple to have a conversation on Buddhist legends and their origins in India.
Believe it or not, my attempts to understand the culture of the Vietnamese people received a boost when I borrowed a book from the Alliance Francaise de Bombay. The English title of the book has been translated as "Learning True Love." Sister Chan Khong, one of the bravest and most compassionate women ever born in Asia, wrote about growing up in Vietnam during the French colonization and the war years.
I was captivated when she described the Vietnamese beliefs about the festival of Tet. I quote Sister Chan Khong:
"At one time, the Kingdom of Viet was disturbed regularly by the evil doings of Mara the tempter. There was much struggle and it seemed that nothing could stop this interminable conflict. Then one day, the suffering of the people touched the compassion of the Buddha and he decided directly to speak with Mara to find a peaceful solution.
'You can have our land' said the Buddha, 'to do as you wish. But can you leave one small spot where we can live in tranquility? This spot can have very clear boundaries, and as long as we stay within them, you will agree to leave us alone. In turn, we will not violate any of your new territory.'
'How much do you want?' asked Mara. 'Only a piece large enough to stretch my yellow robe over, said the Buddha.' Hearing so easy a proposition, Mara accepted and solemnly promised not to touch the spot of land, covered by the Buddha's robe. But when the Buddha stretched out his robe, it extended miraculously far and covered all the land, that was habitable and arable. The people's houses, farmland and cattle were all under the protection of the yellow robe. Frightened by the Buddha's supernatural powers, Mara fled into the forest. The Buddha advised the Viet people to plant a tall bamboo in front of each house, and each year, to hang from it, a banner of yellow cloth, to remind Mara that this is the Buddha's land and Buddha cannot enter."
There are definitely some similarities to the story of Onam from Kerala. Of course, in the story of Onam, Lord Vishnu is the bad guy. According to http://www.onamfestival.org/, a very inforrmative website,
"Kerala was once ruled by an Asura (demon) king, Mahabali. The King was greatly respected in his kingdom and was considered to be wise, judicious and extremely generous. It is said that Kerala witnessed its golden era in the reign of King Mahabali. Everybody was happy in the kingdom, there was no discrimination on the basis of caste or class. Rich and poor were equally treated. There was neither crime, nor corruption. People did not even lock their doors, as there were no thieves in that kingdom. There was no poverty, sorrow or disease in the reign of King Mahabali and everybody was happy and content.
Looking at the growing popularity and fame of King Mahabali, the Gods became extremely concerned and jealous. They felt threatened about their own supremacy and began to think of a strategy to get rid of the dilemma.
To curb the growing reign of Mahabali and maintain their own supremacy, Aditi, the mother of Gods seeked help of Lord Vishnu (the preserver in the Hindu trinity) whom Mahabali worshiped.
It was said Mahabali was very generous and charitable. Whenever anybody approached him for help or requested for anything he always granted. To test the King, Lord Vishnu disguised himself as a dwarf and a poor Brahmin called Vamana. He came to the Kingdom of Mahabali, just after Mahabali performed his morning prayers and was preparing to grant boons to Brahmins.
Disguised as Vamana, Vishnu said he was a poor Brahmin and asked for a piece of land. The generous King said, he could have as much land as he wanted. The Brahmin said that he just wanted as much land as could be covered by his three steps. The King was surprised to hear but agreed.
A learned adviser of the King, Shukracharya sensed that Vamana was not an ordinary person and warned the King against making the promise. But, the generous King replied that it would be a sin for a King to back on his words and asked the Brahmin to take the land. The King could not imagine that the dwarf Brahmin was Lord Vishnu himself.
Just as King Mahabali agreed to grant the land, Vamana began to expand and eventually increased himself to the size of cosmic proportions. With his first step the Brahmin boy covered the whole of earth and with the other step he covered the whole of the skies. He then asked King Mahabali where is the space for him to keep his third foot.
The King realised that he was no ordinary Brahmin and his third step will destroy the earth. Mahabali with folded hands bowed before Vamana and asked him to place his last step on his head so that he could keep the promise. The Brahmin placed his foot on the head of the King, which pushed him to patala, the nether world. There the King requested the Brahmin to reveal his true identity. Lord Vishnu then appeared before the King in his person. The Lord told the King that he came to test him and the King won the test. King Mahabali was pleased to see his lord. Lord Vishnu also granted a boon to the King.
The King was so much attached with his Kingdom and people that he requested that he be allowed to visit Kerala once in a year. Lord Vishnu was moved by the Kings nobility and was pleased to grant the wish. He also blessed the King and said even after losing all his worldly possessions, the King would always be loved by Lord Vishnu and his people."
I guess the stories, which has a common root, define the difference between the humbler and more innocent Vietnamese soul, vis-a-vis, the Keralite soul, which I don't think any Malayali understands clearly. Yes, both the Buddha and Vishnu used trickery to get what they wanted, but the Vietnamese believed even more in the nobility of Buddha, whereas Keralites, always ready to rebel against much-accepted views, love the demon king and deplore what Vishnu did.
I would love to know when the story of Buddha and Mara spread to Vietnam. There's a Hindu tribe in Viietnam known as the Chams. I wonder if they believe in the story of Mahabali and Vishnu and talk about it before the Tet festival?
Believe it or not, my attempts to understand the culture of the Vietnamese people received a boost when I borrowed a book from the Alliance Francaise de Bombay. The English title of the book has been translated as "Learning True Love." Sister Chan Khong, one of the bravest and most compassionate women ever born in Asia, wrote about growing up in Vietnam during the French colonization and the war years.
I was captivated when she described the Vietnamese beliefs about the festival of Tet. I quote Sister Chan Khong:
"At one time, the Kingdom of Viet was disturbed regularly by the evil doings of Mara the tempter. There was much struggle and it seemed that nothing could stop this interminable conflict. Then one day, the suffering of the people touched the compassion of the Buddha and he decided directly to speak with Mara to find a peaceful solution.
'You can have our land' said the Buddha, 'to do as you wish. But can you leave one small spot where we can live in tranquility? This spot can have very clear boundaries, and as long as we stay within them, you will agree to leave us alone. In turn, we will not violate any of your new territory.'
'How much do you want?' asked Mara. 'Only a piece large enough to stretch my yellow robe over, said the Buddha.' Hearing so easy a proposition, Mara accepted and solemnly promised not to touch the spot of land, covered by the Buddha's robe. But when the Buddha stretched out his robe, it extended miraculously far and covered all the land, that was habitable and arable. The people's houses, farmland and cattle were all under the protection of the yellow robe. Frightened by the Buddha's supernatural powers, Mara fled into the forest. The Buddha advised the Viet people to plant a tall bamboo in front of each house, and each year, to hang from it, a banner of yellow cloth, to remind Mara that this is the Buddha's land and Buddha cannot enter."
There are definitely some similarities to the story of Onam from Kerala. Of course, in the story of Onam, Lord Vishnu is the bad guy. According to http://www.onamfestival.org/, a very inforrmative website,
"Kerala was once ruled by an Asura (demon) king, Mahabali. The King was greatly respected in his kingdom and was considered to be wise, judicious and extremely generous. It is said that Kerala witnessed its golden era in the reign of King Mahabali. Everybody was happy in the kingdom, there was no discrimination on the basis of caste or class. Rich and poor were equally treated. There was neither crime, nor corruption. People did not even lock their doors, as there were no thieves in that kingdom. There was no poverty, sorrow or disease in the reign of King Mahabali and everybody was happy and content.
Looking at the growing popularity and fame of King Mahabali, the Gods became extremely concerned and jealous. They felt threatened about their own supremacy and began to think of a strategy to get rid of the dilemma.
To curb the growing reign of Mahabali and maintain their own supremacy, Aditi, the mother of Gods seeked help of Lord Vishnu (the preserver in the Hindu trinity) whom Mahabali worshiped.
It was said Mahabali was very generous and charitable. Whenever anybody approached him for help or requested for anything he always granted. To test the King, Lord Vishnu disguised himself as a dwarf and a poor Brahmin called Vamana. He came to the Kingdom of Mahabali, just after Mahabali performed his morning prayers and was preparing to grant boons to Brahmins.
Disguised as Vamana, Vishnu said he was a poor Brahmin and asked for a piece of land. The generous King said, he could have as much land as he wanted. The Brahmin said that he just wanted as much land as could be covered by his three steps. The King was surprised to hear but agreed.
A learned adviser of the King, Shukracharya sensed that Vamana was not an ordinary person and warned the King against making the promise. But, the generous King replied that it would be a sin for a King to back on his words and asked the Brahmin to take the land. The King could not imagine that the dwarf Brahmin was Lord Vishnu himself.
Just as King Mahabali agreed to grant the land, Vamana began to expand and eventually increased himself to the size of cosmic proportions. With his first step the Brahmin boy covered the whole of earth and with the other step he covered the whole of the skies. He then asked King Mahabali where is the space for him to keep his third foot.
The King realised that he was no ordinary Brahmin and his third step will destroy the earth. Mahabali with folded hands bowed before Vamana and asked him to place his last step on his head so that he could keep the promise. The Brahmin placed his foot on the head of the King, which pushed him to patala, the nether world. There the King requested the Brahmin to reveal his true identity. Lord Vishnu then appeared before the King in his person. The Lord told the King that he came to test him and the King won the test. King Mahabali was pleased to see his lord. Lord Vishnu also granted a boon to the King.
The King was so much attached with his Kingdom and people that he requested that he be allowed to visit Kerala once in a year. Lord Vishnu was moved by the Kings nobility and was pleased to grant the wish. He also blessed the King and said even after losing all his worldly possessions, the King would always be loved by Lord Vishnu and his people."
I guess the stories, which has a common root, define the difference between the humbler and more innocent Vietnamese soul, vis-a-vis, the Keralite soul, which I don't think any Malayali understands clearly. Yes, both the Buddha and Vishnu used trickery to get what they wanted, but the Vietnamese believed even more in the nobility of Buddha, whereas Keralites, always ready to rebel against much-accepted views, love the demon king and deplore what Vishnu did.
I would love to know when the story of Buddha and Mara spread to Vietnam. There's a Hindu tribe in Viietnam known as the Chams. I wonder if they believe in the story of Mahabali and Vishnu and talk about it before the Tet festival?
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Thursday, August 4, 2011
Laskar Pelangi (The Rainbow Troops)
Two decades before the East Asian financial crisis, the Indonesian island of Belitong was booming. The island, which is blessed with minerals and natural resources, is the setting for Laskar Pelangi (The Rainbow Troops), a film based on a book by Andrea Hirata.
Set in picturesque surroundings of rural Indonesia, the film captures the beautiful friendship between the children as they share their dreams. Pak Arfan plays the role of the simple and dignified principal, who works his heart out to keep the school open and imbibes the non-Wahabi qualities of Islam. He passes on the torch to Muslimah, a beautiful young teacher who inspires the students to perform well in academics and extra-curricular activities.
Hirata's childhood memories take us back to Belitong, where his teachers Muslimah and Pak Arfan struggle to keep an Islamic school open. The well-heeled on the island send their children to a modern private school, while the labourers feel education is a waste of time for theirs. The movie follows the joys, trials an tribulations of the teachers and the 10 children.
Set in picturesque surroundings of rural Indonesia, the film captures the beautiful friendship between the children as they share their dreams. Pak Arfan plays the role of the simple and dignified principal, who works his heart out to keep the school open and imbibes the non-Wahabi qualities of Islam. He passes on the torch to Muslimah, a beautiful young teacher who inspires the students to perform well in academics and extra-curricular activities.
Laskar Pelangi captures both the innocence of childhood as well as the struggles of the poor to live a dignified life in rural Indonesia. The storyline is filled with surprises and shows how superstitions and traditions from the animistic and pre-Islamic culture of the country is still alive.
A heart-warming comedy and touching story like this can't leave any viewer untouched. I can see why the film is the biggest box office hit in Indonesian history
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Book Review: Taikor by Kheng-Hor Khoo
While awaiting a flight back home to Bombay, I came across this wonderful book in the book shop at the Kuala Lumpur International Airport. Taikor (elder brother) follows the life of Ya Loong from British Malaya through to the 1980s. Loong who is raised partly in Penang and partly in Shanghai, becomes a triad after the Japanese occupation of Malaya ends and over time turns into a legitimate businessman. The story also follows the lives of 3 Malays, who are the children of a farmer, each one making it big in modern Malaysia.
If you're interested in Malaysia and the pride that it takes in its multi-racial society, this book is a must-read. Moreover, I would recommend this book for those who like the city of Penang. Kheng takes the readers into the shady lanes of the heritage city in the 1950s and 60s and gives the reader a great insight into the Chinese culture of the island. The gang-wars and violence isn't graphic and there is a great flow in the book that keeps the reader interested.
The section dealing with the Japanese occupation of Malaya seems much like a first person account, without any of the malice that Chinese-Malaysians of those times (justifiably) feel towards Japan.
The author skirts through the race-relations issues of the 1960s and one of his protagonists, Suleiman, a politician with Malaysia's ruling party, grows to oppose the affirmative actions policies of the government.
TAIKOR: Valour,Honour,Suspense, Betrayal and Love, the Definitive Malaysian Saga
The author was a leading business consulant and has a chequered career in writing books in the business realm but Taikor has definitely shown that he has a creative side as well. Kheng-Hor Khoo, now retired, lives in the mountains.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Jakarta Diaries:- A solution for the worst traffic jams
And the verdict is in. Jakarta, by far, has the worst traffic on earth. The city's gridlock makes Nairobi look like a city without traffic problems. I had the misfortune of heading to the northern part of the city from the Golden Triangle in what proved to be the most frustrating ride of my life. That's when I struck a conversation with the cab driver, who told to ditch cabs after this particular ride.
"Take the Trans-Jakarta," he said. The Trans-Jakarta is a wonderful bus service that connects the whole city and uses a specific lane that's closed to all other vehicles. Since I heard about pick-pockets on buses in the city, I asked the cabbie if it was a good idea and he told me that there's a guard in each bus and that my fears were misplaced.
So the Trans-Jakarta it was. There's a unique system of buying a ticket before boarding the bus and then queing up to get in. The guards allow a fixed number off people into the air-conditioned bus at each stop. This ensures that the buses aren't packed like Bombay's local trains. What's even better is the fact that there's a bus coming in to each stop every few minutes. The system is as good as a metro rail network considering the fact that the whole city is connected.
I saw a similar system in place even in Yogyakarta, which has virtually no problems with traffic. It's a complete win-win to use this system. You save time, money and a whole lot of nerves.
Bravo Indonesia!
"Take the Trans-Jakarta," he said. The Trans-Jakarta is a wonderful bus service that connects the whole city and uses a specific lane that's closed to all other vehicles. Since I heard about pick-pockets on buses in the city, I asked the cabbie if it was a good idea and he told me that there's a guard in each bus and that my fears were misplaced.
So the Trans-Jakarta it was. There's a unique system of buying a ticket before boarding the bus and then queing up to get in. The guards allow a fixed number off people into the air-conditioned bus at each stop. This ensures that the buses aren't packed like Bombay's local trains. What's even better is the fact that there's a bus coming in to each stop every few minutes. The system is as good as a metro rail network considering the fact that the whole city is connected.
I saw a similar system in place even in Yogyakarta, which has virtually no problems with traffic. It's a complete win-win to use this system. You save time, money and a whole lot of nerves.
Bravo Indonesia!
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Jakarta Diaries - Shah Rukh Khan
Although India and Indonesia have civilizational links that go back thousands of years, since the days of bonhomie between Nehru and Soekarno, there has been a large disconnect between the people of these 2 great countries.
The most popular Indian in the country since Pandit Nehru is undoubtedly Shah Rukh Khan. Right from the customs officer at the Soekarno Airport to cab drivers and random people I met on the streets, India is now synonymous with the Bollywood actor.
The most pleasant Bollywood-related experience I had occurred at the Tamah Fatiullah, a cobble-stoned square near thee Old Dutch Town Hall in the northern part of Jakarta. On a peaceful weekday afternoon, Agosh, a balloon seller approached me and asked me if I was from India. When I replied in the affirmative, he became excited and started singing Hindi songs and speaking to me in excellent Hindi.
Within 5 minutes, we started singing the song 'Yeh Dosti' from Sholay. He told me about it was his greatest dream to visit Bombay and have street food on Chowpatty Beach. Agosh is still in school and I am sure that his dream will come true.
Indonesians, especially the Javanese, consider the Ramayana as their own and there is Sanskrit everywhere in Indonesia, in the language, in the names of people and coporations. In the 21st century, Indonesians in general seem to know little about India but there is an undeniable warmth towards India in the streets of Jakarta.
The most pleasant Bollywood-related experience I had occurred at the Tamah Fatiullah, a cobble-stoned square near thee Old Dutch Town Hall in the northern part of Jakarta. On a peaceful weekday afternoon, Agosh, a balloon seller approached me and asked me if I was from India. When I replied in the affirmative, he became excited and started singing Hindi songs and speaking to me in excellent Hindi.
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Wherever I went in Java, people told me about how much they love Shah Rukh Khan. Bollywood might just be a great way to bring these wonderful countries together again. The next time I go to Indonesia, I will carry many photos of Mr Khan to present to his adulating fans.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Yogyakarta
The heart and soul of Javanese culture can be found in Yogyakarta, which is an extremely pleasant place to spend a few months.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/7444188@N05/sets/72157627043719347/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/7444188@N05/sets/72157627043719347/
Sunday, July 10, 2011
A look at Vung Tau, Vietnam
My article about the wonderful city of Vung Tau, Vietnam on the Free Press Journal
The Free Press: VUNG TAU- VIETNAMS INTERNATIONAL RESORT TOWN
The Free Press: VUNG TAU- VIETNAMS INTERNATIONAL RESORT TOWN
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Sights of Jakarta
Indonesia's capital and largest city is a microcosm of the country. It offers the best and worst of the archipelago. Glitzy high-rises, heritage buildings and party zones go hand in hand with crowds, pollution and possibly the worst traffic jams on earth.
Although ignored by tourists, the city has plenty of offer to visitors.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/7444188@N05/sets/72157627012483705/
Although ignored by tourists, the city has plenty of offer to visitors.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/7444188@N05/sets/72157627012483705/
Lost in translation in Bukit Bintang
One of the best things about Kuala Lumpur is the wonderful food options. You can see people eating at any given point of day in any corner of the metropolis. There's the option of great Malay food at a Nasi Kandar or Chinese at many of the chicken rice shops and of course, delicious Tamil food in many parts of the city like the old Little India.
A Chinese friend and I had decided to have dinner at one of the street-side restaurants in Bukit Bintang. Looking at the elaborate menu, which included deer meat, I wanted to go simple with chicken and prawn fried rice.
For some strange reason, the waitress had a difficult time understanding the combo we wanted in our rice. And my friend was Cantonese and couldn't speak Mandarin. So we ordered and ate our delicious chicken and prawn rice. The chicken seemed extra tender and the taste was different in some way.
When it was time to pay the bill, there was a Mandarin-Cantonese argument between my friend and the waitress. When I asked for a translation, I was told it was something minor.
12 hours later, I get a phone call from my friend asking whether I had used the bathroom since dinner and after I replied in the affirmative, she told me that we were served frog and prawn. The waitress heard the prawn as frog and then got confused with the chicken part and finally chose to make it prawn and frog.
Since the food was well-digested, I didn't feel like throwing up. As much as I love meat and fish, I am wondering if I shouldn't look for vegetarian food once in a while.
A Chinese friend and I had decided to have dinner at one of the street-side restaurants in Bukit Bintang. Looking at the elaborate menu, which included deer meat, I wanted to go simple with chicken and prawn fried rice.
For some strange reason, the waitress had a difficult time understanding the combo we wanted in our rice. And my friend was Cantonese and couldn't speak Mandarin. So we ordered and ate our delicious chicken and prawn rice. The chicken seemed extra tender and the taste was different in some way.
When it was time to pay the bill, there was a Mandarin-Cantonese argument between my friend and the waitress. When I asked for a translation, I was told it was something minor.
12 hours later, I get a phone call from my friend asking whether I had used the bathroom since dinner and after I replied in the affirmative, she told me that we were served frog and prawn. The waitress heard the prawn as frog and then got confused with the chicken part and finally chose to make it prawn and frog.
Since the food was well-digested, I didn't feel like throwing up. As much as I love meat and fish, I am wondering if I shouldn't look for vegetarian food once in a while.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Fun at the Kuala Lumpur Half-Marathon! MERDEKA!!!
After a heroic effort at the Mumbai Marathon in January, I decided that I wasn't quite ready for 42-kilometre runs just as yet. I needed to have a few more half-marathons under my belt before I took the great leap and KL, my favourite city on the planet provided me with just the right opportunity.
Training for this half-marathon was by no means easy. I had to train in Bombay in the month of May, in hot and humid conditions, although the summer was relatively mild. And then came the monsoons in the second day of June and my training virtually ended. But I was able to stay healthy in the lead-up to the KL half-marathon and that's what counted the most.
The atmosphere at the Merdeka Square was electric. The authorities illuminated the Abdul Samad building in different and changing colours and that was the inspiration I needed. It felt different to run overseas and that too in a place that had almost no air-pollution. But my familiarity with KL helped me estimate distances better.
About half an hour in to the run, it started drizzling ever so gently and the warm Malaysian rain helped me get a spring in my step. The run started at 6:15 am and it was still pitch-dark on the roads of the great city but by the time the drizzling stopped and there was daylight, I was given a great treat by Mother Nature in the shape of a beautiful rainbow.
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As I crossed the boundaries of wooded and hilly Bangsar, I started to tire and the momentum and adrenaline were running short. It was at that moment that I saw a wonderful Sikh gentleman in his late-70s running hard. I wished him in the respectful Sikh way (Sat Sri Akal) and then powered ahead.
The run was so scenic, with us crossing some of the green neighbourhoods of the city, as well as the new Little India, and some of the great symbols of the city like the Petronas Towers and the KL Tower. And the closer I got to the finish line, the more I started noticing the encouraging fans and cheer-leaders. The crowd gave me the final burst of energy and I crossed the finish 9 minutes earlier than I did in Delhi last year. Being 10 kgs lighter than I was in Delhi helped me but not as much as I thought it would. The experience helped me understand that long distance running is as much about the mind and heart as it is about the body.
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I've joyfully replayed the wonderful finishing moments in my mind time and again. I kept telling myself that the Merdeka (Freedom) Square was close and that I would finish soon. "Merdeka, Merdeka, Merdeka!!!!" I repeated that word in my head before I saw that finish line and all of a sudden, I sprinted past the line, hands in the air, knowing that I had run the best race of my life in my favourite city.
To the organisers and the people of Kuala Lumpur, all I can say is thank you for doing such a wonderful job and turning up in large numbers. In my humble opinion, there isn't a finer city in the world.
MERDEKA!!!!
Training for this half-marathon was by no means easy. I had to train in Bombay in the month of May, in hot and humid conditions, although the summer was relatively mild. And then came the monsoons in the second day of June and my training virtually ended. But I was able to stay healthy in the lead-up to the KL half-marathon and that's what counted the most.
The atmosphere at the Merdeka Square was electric. The authorities illuminated the Abdul Samad building in different and changing colours and that was the inspiration I needed. It felt different to run overseas and that too in a place that had almost no air-pollution. But my familiarity with KL helped me estimate distances better.
About half an hour in to the run, it started drizzling ever so gently and the warm Malaysian rain helped me get a spring in my step. The run started at 6:15 am and it was still pitch-dark on the roads of the great city but by the time the drizzling stopped and there was daylight, I was given a great treat by Mother Nature in the shape of a beautiful rainbow.
As I crossed the boundaries of wooded and hilly Bangsar, I started to tire and the momentum and adrenaline were running short. It was at that moment that I saw a wonderful Sikh gentleman in his late-70s running hard. I wished him in the respectful Sikh way (Sat Sri Akal) and then powered ahead.
The run was so scenic, with us crossing some of the green neighbourhoods of the city, as well as the new Little India, and some of the great symbols of the city like the Petronas Towers and the KL Tower. And the closer I got to the finish line, the more I started noticing the encouraging fans and cheer-leaders. The crowd gave me the final burst of energy and I crossed the finish 9 minutes earlier than I did in Delhi last year. Being 10 kgs lighter than I was in Delhi helped me but not as much as I thought it would. The experience helped me understand that long distance running is as much about the mind and heart as it is about the body.
To the organisers and the people of Kuala Lumpur, all I can say is thank you for doing such a wonderful job and turning up in large numbers. In my humble opinion, there isn't a finer city in the world.
MERDEKA!!!!
Kuala Lumpur
This wonderful Malaysian city is definitely my favourite city on earth. I love its mix of tradition and modernity, the wonderful ethnic neigbourhoods of Chinatown and Little India and the modern city centre that includes the Petronas Towers.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/7444188@N05/sets/72157626981264557/
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I love traveling around this magnificent continent and have decided to have a specific blog to document my trips to Asian countries.
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