Technology Glitches and Gratitude

Experience being what it is, we sometimes struggle to keep up with the rest of the world.  Now that we are in what appears to be the capital of world technology, we have to look at this as a very fortunate learning opportunity.  That is, when we aren't banging our heads against the wall.

As you can see, we have had to move Burnell's blog to a new location, as the last one was linked to our school, which is not okay, so here we go again.  Sorry for the inconvenience, and the double notifications. We are still fooling around with format, but hopefully remembering every little thing as we go, as in the many other new platforms we have been saturated with in the past three weeks. Yes, maybe a little whining here, but we'll get over it, probably feeling a little embarrassed for the current rants and techno-negativity in the long run...

It is Sunday morning, and we are sitting in bed with coffee, going through our emails and checking out the vista from our teachers' apartment in Malad West, a suburb an hour north of Old Mumbai. The tide is going out on the estuary that causes the outhouse-like aroma that comes with it every day.  Then we look below, behind the walls of the apartment complex, to see something like you might have read about in "Beyond the Beautiful Forevers" or watched in "Slumdog Millionaire."  The sun striking them from the side, probably well into a daily cycle of hard labor.  Four men load fiberglass bags filled with old bricks and rubble by hand, then toss them up into the back of an immense 1950s era truck.  The guy on top, dumps out the bricks, throws the bags back down for the men and boys down below to continue filling. It is not a dump truck so we imagine as they finally drive away, that they will be unloading the whole thing with their bare hands somewhere else.

So much for our grumbling and complaining about our work up here, floating high above the unimaginable chaos below.  Time to be humble, and get to work solving our own little problems.