Show Me Urs & I'll Show U Mine...

My sister Anna's tree (Christmas 2005)

My Dad's tree (Christmas 2006)

Another angle of my Dad's tree.

India 02

The statue of Ghandi at one of the town squares. For a man revered by many Indians, this statue was rather small and insignificant.

Rickshaw rides in Ahmedabad is not for the faint-hearted as traffic there uses the 'free-for-all' system.

The youngsters of India as intelligent, which is why the ones with money are usually sent to the US to make their life worth living.

The well-to-do neighbour next to our hotel. Right next to him is a plot of land with a small hut lived by a man, his wife and daughter (?)

India

The Peasant and His Well-To-Do Neighbour

Last November, I was in India (Ahmedabad exactly) for an environment conference. Spending ten whole days in that sub-continent was enough to make me realize that I am actually very lucky to be a Malaysia. Because

i. no one can look down upon me just because I am of "lower" caste
ii. i am given every opportunity to better myself at all times
iii. no matter how lousy Malaysian-born Indians are, they are better in many ways as compared to the sub-Continent Indians

In one word, India is the Land of Survival Of The Fittest.

Thank you. I'd rather be send to Africa.