When I don't have my carpool
Life in Boston on a weekday is very routine. I wake up to find out I am late for the carpool, somehow run and catch it at 7:12, travel 40 miles in just 45 minutes (thanks to Jason's incredible driving skills ) listening to Opie and Anthony talk show. At office I around from Fish Lab to South Lab to cubicle and then suddenly its 4:30, time to leave. Again a drive at 80 miles per hour(limit is 65 !) listing to Toucher and Rich talk show.
Yesterday, Jason, the carpool organizer, was to go somewhere else, so I had to take the shuttle to Framingham and then take the commuter rail back to Boston. With me were all those unfortunate souls from EMC who could not manage a carpool and who waste four hours a day and $200 a month commuting. My friend Paul Sukphisit is among them. This guy is a arts student, hails from Bangkok, has been in the US for last 15 years, even after his parents found it too boring to live here and went back.
( This guy is a world traveler and a photographer
I have made a little photo dump on my laptop, photos of North East, mostly out of my orkut album fishing. On our way to Framingham, I was showed him the photos and told him how he can travel from Thailand to Myanmar and then to the North-East. He was very intrigued to see the how colorful we are, so many tribes with so many different dresses.
At Framingham we had around half an hour to spend before the train comes. The Indians with us usually go to a Brazilian Bakery to have fresh sugarcane juice. I joined them, but decided no to spend $3 on something I used to get for Rs 3 so so ordered some Brazilian bakery stuff instead. As I was eating, I told Paul that he could easily pass off as somebody from my place. He was not too convinced. Then we started talking about Buddhism, and as we reached station ,
what a coincidence, there were two Buddhist monks. One looked Srilankan and the other looked thai. Paul walked to the Thai looking monk and asked him if he was a Thai. He said no, and asked back, are you an Assamese or Manipuri?
The monk himself was from Bangladesh and has travelled to the Notheast many times, and
Paul was with all Indians then. I spoke to the Monk in Bengali for a while. I never knew there were Buddhist tribes other than Chakma there.
So, after this, I won another potential tourist to our Notheast. Paul was saying how commercialized tourism in Thailand has become and how his group would love to explore a place like Northeast. Also, how a crazy European girl spent three months in Burma on her own and had the time of her life. I assured him, Northeast trip will be better.
Then came the real surprise. I saw photos of him in Japan. He told me he had a Japanese girlfriend who took him there. He has been to Columbia too. How? He had a Columbian girlfriend before that. The one he just broke off is Indonesian Chinese! The list does not end here though.
I think its time I took my Spanish learning more ser
Yesterday, Jason, the carpool organizer, was to go somewhere else, so I had to take the shuttle to Framingham and then take the commuter rail back to Boston. With me were all those unfortunate souls from EMC who could not manage a carpool and who waste four hours a day and $200 a month commuting. My friend Paul Sukphisit is among them. This guy is a arts student, hails from Bangkok, has been in the US for last 15 years, even after his parents found it too boring to live here and went back.
( This guy is a world traveler and a photographer
I have made a little photo dump on my laptop, photos of North East, mostly out of my orkut album fishing. On our way to Framingham, I was showed him the photos and told him how he can travel from Thailand to Myanmar and then to the North-East. He was very intrigued to see the how colorful we are, so many tribes with so many different dresses.
At Framingham we had around half an hour to spend before the train comes. The Indians with us usually go to a Brazilian Bakery to have fresh sugarcane juice. I joined them, but decided no to spend $3 on something I used to get for Rs 3 so so ordered some Brazilian bakery stuff instead. As I was eating, I told Paul that he could easily pass off as somebody from my place. He was not too convinced. Then we started talking about Buddhism, and as we reached station ,
what a coincidence, there were two Buddhist monks. One looked Srilankan and the other looked thai. Paul walked to the Thai looking monk and asked him if he was a Thai. He said no, and asked back, are you an Assamese or Manipuri?
The monk himself was from Bangladesh and has travelled to the Notheast many times, and
Paul was with all Indians then. I spoke to the Monk in Bengali for a while. I never knew there were Buddhist tribes other than Chakma there.
So, after this, I won another potential tourist to our Notheast. Paul was saying how commercialized tourism in Thailand has become and how his group would love to explore a place like Northeast. Also, how a crazy European girl spent three months in Burma on her own and had the time of her life. I assured him, Northeast trip will be better.
Then came the real surprise. I saw photos of him in Japan. He told me he had a Japanese girlfriend who took him there. He has been to Columbia too. How? He had a Columbian girlfriend before that. The one he just broke off is Indonesian Chinese! The list does not end here though.
I think its time I took my Spanish learning more ser
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