Europe
I have had my share of adventures behind the wheel. Curious folks may see how I had close encounters of the kanoon ke haath bade lambe hai variety by speeding in Belgium and stopping in Trivandrum. This is one of those adventures... The story begins innocuously enough. I was at
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Dear Bertrand Le Graf, I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for the kind way with which you promptly replied to my last mail that was very... kind. In accordance with my requirements, I request you to please send me the answer (very kindly) to my mailbox
Crazy Stuff
Excerpt from an email to my fellow interns (who were so busy they never read it!!) So here I was, at 9 pm, driving back from Antwerp to Brussels after a marathon session of completely getting lost on the Antwerp Ring road. There's something very scary about coming
Crazy Stuff
Belgium is a small country. When I say small, I don't mean, you sneeze and you reach Antwerpen from Brussels (or Bruxelles, or Brussel or the tiny minscule capital of the EU); it's not THAT small. But it's quiet, and well-behaved and if you&
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"Hark", the cry goes around Bloggerland, "Shrutz had typed in her blog again." One man pokes the one in his mid-section, "Quick, look out if you can see flying piggies. They say Shrutz has blogged again!" Seriously, I kid. My heartfelt gratitude to all