Sad news of Jaipur

19h15 - je suis rentre a la maison apres avoir fini de travailler. Enfin, la journee est termine. Quand Laurent a allume la tele, il y avait deja des nouvelles de Jaipur. A Jaipur ce soir, il y a eu 6 explosions. Ce que je me suis dit souvent, il ne faut pas allume la tele apres que le travail soit termine parce qu'a la tele, on n'a jamais des bonnes nouvelles :-(. Pour ceux qui etaient avec nous a Jaipur la derniere fois: c'est exactement les endroites que nous avons visite ensemble qui ont ete touche.

Voila, la nouvelle pour aujourd'hui.....

Big kiss from NDH/gros becs de NDH

Last tuesday with Economic Minister Swiss.

Another visit of Swiss minister and this with Mdm Doris Leuthard the Economic Minister of Switzerland. She came for the inauguration of Swiss-India Chanber of Commerce.

This is the Appenzel Musicien Group. Felt like we were in Switzerland in this particular reception with the music and foods and few of us really knows how to dance:-). Enjoy the picture and our favourite video.

बिग किस फ्रॉम न्यू डेल्ही/ग्रोस बेकस दे नौवेल्ले डेल्ही।

Big kiss from New Delhi/Gros becs de New Delhi.

Sun...sun...sunny

When it is cold, we stay inside and the same thing happen when it is too hot outside. At the moment, we still can tolerate with the sun but soon we will live during the night and day time we'll stay in the office or at home. In Delhi, the weather change radically. Few weeks ago, we had a pleasant weather with the sun and the fresh win but now it is hot and also very dry. Even if we don't stay under the sun the lips are almost burned. If others are suffering with the cold weather like in Europe or else where, Delhi's weather is becoming hot and hotter.

This is Nasi Kuning from Bali, served with satay lilit, chicken masak asam pedas and vegetable. It is served everywhere in Bali. It is a little sad to see that the Indonesian does not serve its delicious traditional foods often as they serve it only for the special occasion. So, everywhere we go, we will find this Nasi Kuning and Nasi Goreng with a little of Gado-Gado.

NASI KUNING (YELLOW RICE)

Serves 10 to 12

3 cups rice, rinsed
3 cups coconut milk
2 cups water
1 tablespoon finely chopped fresh lemon grass
4 bay leaves
1 teaspoon turmeric
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon pepper
1/4 teaspoon, ground cloves
1/4 teaspoon cinnamon
3 tablespoons butter

Place all ingredients, except butter, in a saucepan, then bring to boil. Simmer for 20 minutes over low heat or until all liquid has been absorbed, stirring a few times. Turn off heat and cover, then allow to stand for 20 minutes. Add butter and fluff, then place on a platter and serve hot.

SATAY LILIT (Minced Seafood Satay)

600g Skinned boneless snapper fillet* 1 cup Freshly grated coconut or ½ cup moistened desiccated coconut ½ cup Seafood Spice Paste (see below) 5 Fragrant lime leaves, chopped 1 pinch Black peppercorns, finely crushed 1 pinch salt 305 Bird’s eye chilies, very finely chopped 2 tsp Palm Sugar Lemon grass or satay skewers Mince fish fillet very finely in a food processor or with a chopper. Add all other ingredients and mix well. Mould a heaped tablespoon full of this mixtuyre around a wooded skewer or over trimmed stalks of lemon grass and grill over charcoal until golden brown. Note: this recipe will not work with frozen fish.

Have a nice try and big kiss from NDH/Gros becs de NDH

La chasse, le weekend et le bonheur....

Last weekend we had lunch with few different family. It was nice after a long time we didn't see each other. But on the 14th April, we didn't forget...it was just too many things to do. It was our 7th wedding anniversary. What is 7 if Elisabeth celebrated her 60th's birthday. If we have a long life in front of us we will celebrate again next year. Well let see next year.


Voila, notre repas de samedi passe. La vie n'est pas aussi terrible en Inde car nous pouvons encore manger ce plat. La viande a ete importe des Grison.....ummmpppphhh. Je ne vous dis pas que c'etait vraiment delicieux et cela vaut la peine de travailler un peu plus pour faire les spatzlis. Ce n'est pas encore fini.....hihihi car nous avons encore du stock. Bon appetit a tous.

Big kiss from NDH / Gros becs de NDH

Bali

These two weeks, we have been busy: with lunch and dinner or work. At the same time I had no idea what I need to write.

First of all, we were in KL for the vacations and spent 1 week in Indonesia (Jakarta and Bali). Talking about Bali: too many tourist or what else. Too many tourists that make the place look so happening but we didn’t have a feeling to have fun while we were there.

Perhaps it is not really good to speak about thing that I don't want to. So, we leave Bali here.

Big kiss from DEL/ Gros becs de DEL.

Flight MH190 to New Delhi

Last night, we took flu with Malaysian Airlines back to Delhi. We were shrunk by the Indian traveler who’s visiting Malaysia. They were so rude and making a very loud noise in the plain even by the time that the plain wanted to take off, they were still wander around and discussing with their friends. It was really out of control and the cabin crew couldn’t handle it anymore.

I think most of them having a problem with their ears because every time when they speak they have to shout. It sounds like in the fish market where the people are bargaining for the price. I didn’t know where it was coming from but I just stood up and shouted to all these people until they were quiet. I couldn’t think about anything else. At the end, I realized that all the eyes were on me, but I didn’t care and I felt a satisfaction after that. It has been too long for me to keep it inside me. For the Malaysian Airlines staffs, just to let you know that India is the best country to learn how to be rude and if you like to smile just don’t waste it for the Indians because it doesn’t mean anything to them. Obviously most of them are new rich people and they need to show who they are.

Ohhhhh, how I h…… this country.

Jodhpur with its blue city

With Yann we took a train from Old Delhi Railway Station at about 20.50. But guys, if you need to travel anywhere else in India from Delhi, careful: Delhi has 3 different railway stations that I’m not really sure if it is stating in your guide book. Make sure that you take a train at the correct train station.

We reached Jodhpur early in the morning and there was nothing open by that time. So, we walked around the city, tried to find a place where we could have our breakfast before heading to the Meherangarh fort.

By 10.30 am, we decided to walk through the Old City to reach the fort. Apparently, it wasn’t that far, it was just much complicated to find the way through the Old City, through the narrow roads. The city was still sleeping and it was nice to wander around.

Meherangarh Fort is a significant fort, built on the top of the hill with 400 feet above the city and is enclosed by imposing thick walls. Inside its territorial boundaries, there are several palaces which are known for their intricate carvings and sprawling courtyards.

Since Laurent would join us in Jodhpur, we decided not to spend the night there. We took a train straight to Jaisalmer.

பிக் கிச் பிரோம் டெல்லி / Gros becs de Delhi

Safdar Jung Railway Trip

Sunday - 17th February 2008




From Safdar Jung Railway Station and return at the same station: 2 hours trip and we can see almost all of Delhi. The fare is about Rs8/- (less then RM0.80). The video is showing a little part of Delhi. Buy One Free One: with what we paid, the image and sound and the odor is free. Unfortunately there is still no technology that can add the odor into the image that we take. Pour Michel et Fredy, je suis desole que vous aviez manque cette experience.

Enjoy the video and big kiss from New Delhi.

G

Saturday - 16 February 2008





On occasion of 60th jubilee year of the Indo-Swiss Friendship treaty, the Embassy of Switzerland New Delhi presents G, Galatea String Quartet: Yuka Tsuboi (Violin), Sarah Kilchenmann (Violin), David Schneebeli (Viola), Julien Kilchenmann (Violoncello). The group is coming from Zurich and does the concert also at Kolkata, Bangalore, Goa & Varanasi.

Enjoy the music and big kiss from New Delhi.

Moritz Leuenberger

Friday, 8 February 2008












Life still continue with a little bit of dinner left and right. Last Friday Momo was in Delhi. Ohhh ya, I forgot to introduce Momo to you guys. Momo = Moritz Leuenberger came to India for the 60 years anniversary of friendship treathy. He is a Enviroment's Ministre of Switzerland.

































Go back to Old Delhi with Sugu and Anabell. They are our friends from Malaysia. Anabell comes from New Zealand but lives in Kuala Lumpur and Sugu is Sugi's brother and we've met Sugi in Abuja by the time we were posted in Nigeria. Sugu and Anabell are staying not far away from our apartment in Kuala Lumpur, considering they are our neighbours.

Old Delhi is one of the fantastic place to take a lot of nice picture and going there now is something that I love to do.

Big kiss from New Delhi / Gros becs de New Delhi.

An endless story

Since last week, I’ve been reading the story about this tollgate which is newly open at Gurgoan-Delhi highway. I found out that is so annoying that they can’t stop complaining about the fact that they have to pay for using the highway. Few weeks ago, when the highway wasn’t open but ready to use the people kept asking the government or who ever was handling this highway property to open it as they couldn’t stand anymore with the traffic jam. It is normal while they were suffered all this time during the construction work need to be done and they had to stay hour and hour in the traffic but now it is a different story and I think it is also an endless story.

They are so proud to have this new highway which is 27km long and they said it is a ‘world class’ highway. Everything has to be a world class here. The tollgate has about 15 counters on each side, means it is huge thing but it doesn’t help much as the traffic in Delhi is craziness. Now that the highway is open as well as the tollgate, people start complaining to spend so many hours in the traffic and so much money, and they asked for more tollgate attendant to show them a correct way to go to avoid the traffic. Funny haa….it is even written in the newspaper. By using the highway definitely we have to pay ‘a little amount’ as to give a support for maintenance and technical fees. There’s nothing in the world that we can have for free.

We’ve been there once. We came back from Jaipur and had to wait for few minutes until we could pass through. We observed a little how these people drive. Well, honestly speaking some of them need to go back to school. They don’t want to queue up: in one lane there are three queues, so who is big and strong definitely can go through easily. There’s no way for them to follow the rules and there is no way for them to solve this problem until the people are educate enough to understand a simple thing like ‘queue up’ or ‘wait’. I keep telling myself that this is India and don’t try to understand anything. That’s how you make your life easier.

Big Kiss from NDH/Gros becs de NDH

Pushkar & Ajmer

It was a week after Christophe and Sandra left, Michel and Fredy arrived by knocking our door. The visitors have come and go and now the life goes back to normal. To have a normal life isn’t that easy as we are always planning to discover this Incredible India. I have a feeling that after all these time: started to get use with what we have and what we can’t have, what can see and what we cannot see. It is all about time. The last travel we had with Michel and Fredy, taught us about how to see the thing and accept it as it is and then only we can enjoy what we have seen.

The car broke down again this time. It seems the same problem that we had last time on our trip back from Manali. It was 5.45 am and was cold. We stopped in the middle of no where; there was just an engineering school not far away from where we stopped. After a while that they have tried to repair the car, we found out that the car won’t make it not even for 1 km a head. So, we decided to continue at least until Agra, at least to see the Taj Mahal. If they came all the way from Switzerland, it would be bad if they don’t see the famous Taj Mahal. First, we had to find the transport which can carry us straight away to Agra, and there he was the school bus driver offered us his help by sending us to our destination with only RS.100/- for all of us.

Finally we managed to reach Taj Mahal and decided to continue our trip until Jaipur on the same day and headed to Pushkar on the next day.

Well this time, I will speak only about Pushkar. Bewitching Pushkar has a magnetism all of its own, unlike anywhere else in Rajasthan. It’s a Hindu pilgrimage town, a cluster of pale onion domes, with 400 milky temples, where regular pujas (prayer) create the town’s episodic soundtrack of chanting, drums and gongs, and devotional songs booming out from crackling speakers. The town curls around a holy lake, said to have appeared when Brahma dropped a lotus flower. It also has one of the world’s few Brahma temples. Pushkar is only 11km from Ajmer but separated from it by Nag Pahar, the snake mountain.

The desert town clings to the side of the small but beautiful Pushkar Lake, with its many bathing ghats (steps or landing on a river) and fabulous temples. Pushkar town remain amazingly small despite the constant stream of visitors, and it’s a twisting maze narrow streets filled with interesting little shops, food stalls, hotels and temples. Fortunately, there’s virtually no motorized traffic in the main bazaar, making it a pleasurable place to explore at leisure.

Ajmer is a bustling, hectic town around 130km southwest of Jaipur. Ajmer contains one of India’s most important Muslim pilgrimage centres – the shrine of Khwaja Muin-ud-din Chishti, a venerated Sufi saint who founded the Chisthtiya order, which still exists as the prime Sufi order in India today – and has superb examples of early Muslim architecture. But Ajmer’s combination of high-voltage crowds, commerce and traffic, it’s very much a pilgrimage site rather than travellers’ hang-out, which accounts for the dearth of good accommodation and that was why we chose to stay in Pushkar. Apparently, Ajmer gets busy during Ramadhan and the anniversary of the saint’s death

Big kiss from NDH/Gros becs de NDH

Cette petite histoire de l' Inde

Big kiss from Taj Mahal / Gros becs de Taj Mahal

Voila, quelques jours a la maison. Augustin est malade depuis la semaine passé et je dois faire le ménage moi-meme. Je n’en me plaind pas, au contraire, cela me fait vraiment plaisir de pouvoir faire tout ce qu’il n’a pas fait pendant tout ce temps. Ce n’est pas parce que je ne lui ai pas dit mais tout simplement que je n’avais pas envie de repeter. Des fois, c’est plus simple de faire nous meme….n’est ce pas. Meme si je suis un peu deborde aujourd’hui, mais ce n’est pas grave. Hahahaha….j’ai fait notre lit seulement a 16h00. Hehehe….a la place de faire le lit a 16h00, il valais mieux de ne rien faire du tout car dans quel que heures je vais deja au lit.

Apres deux semaines de voyage, nous avons repris notre vie qotidienne: jouons au tennis et nous pensons deja a faire nos petites grillardes au bord de la piscine.

Hier, le dejeuner: c’etait le Penang Laksa. C’est un plat typique du Penang et Penang est une ile au nord-ouest de la Malaisie. Le Laksa est fait avec 100% du poisson (du maqueraux) et pour ce qu’ils n’aiment pas le poisson, ce plat n’est pas pour vous. J’ai eu trop faim et une envie trop forte de manger jusqu’a ce que j’oublie de prendre une photo. Desole, au moins vous ne baverez pas....n’est ce pas.

Ce matin, je me suis levee a 9h00 du matin. Quel bonheur. En prenant mon petit dejeuner, j’ai lu le journal d’aujourd’hui. Le journal local. Ben voila, encore deux filles qui se font violees. Quellle horreur. Il y a quelques semaine en arriere, il y a une fille qui s’est fait viole a Mumbai, elle vient de Latvie. Celle la est un peu conne. Elle est sortie d’une boite de nuit jusqu’a 1h00 du matin et elle etait seule evidemment. Un mec lui a demande de monter dans sa voiture, comme on tire une vache dans son nez, elle a suivi. Ce que j’ai lu ce matin, c’est une journaliste anglaise qui est venue en Inde pour passer ses vacances et elle aussi s’est fait viole a Udaipur par le maitre d’hotel ou elle dormait. Et une tourist americane qui s’est fait molestee a Pushkar. Alors, les filles, vous savez tres bien que les indiens ont envie de vous, donc faite attention quand meme. Ce n’est pas drole, quand on prend le petit dejeuner avec des nouvelles pareilles.

Voila, aujourd’hui, je ne sors pass…hehehe ce n’est pas a cause de ces nouvelles, c’est juste parce que Laurent a envoie la voiture pour faire le service. Et moi, je dois rester a la maison. Je ne prend plus le rickshaw-wallah toute seule.

28^th Dec 2007 – 29^th Dec 2007

From Varanasi, we came back to Delhi. We stayed for a night in Delhi and we were back on the track again in a train to Amritsar. In a ticket, it said that the journey would take 4 and ½ hours but it takes 5 and ½ hours. Amritsar is located in the northwest of India in the state of Punjab, 51 km from Lahore, Pakistan. Since we arrived in the afternoon, we took that opportunity to visit Attari/Wagah border 30km west of Amritsar.

We stayed one night in Amritsar as the city doesn’t offer much thing to see a part of Golden temple, Jallianwala Barg, Ram Barg, Mata temple and also Sri Durgiana temple. Laurent wasn’t in his best to walk around the whole day as he had a fever after catching a cold at Varanasi few days ago, but he kept on going and trying to stand on his foots. For a dinner we found a pleasant restaurant called Visra which is located not far away from a hotel where we stayed.

The next day, we started with the Golden Temple. The Golden temple is open to all and no-one asks for any money. It has a genuine spiritual atmosphere despite the crowds and, like the Taj Mahal, is worth visiting at different times of day, particularly sunrise and sunset.

The architecture, like the religion, is a blend of Hindu and Islamic styles but very different to both. The golden dome (said to be gilded with 750kg of pure gold) represents an inverted lotus flower, a symbol of Sikhism’s aim to live a pure life.

The Gentle Guru: Born in 1469 near Lahore in present-day Pakistan, Guru

Nanak, the founder of Sikhism, was unimpressed with both Muslim and Hindu religious practices. Unlike many Indian holy men, he believed in family life and the value of hard work - he married, had two sons and worked as a farmer when not traveling around, preaching and singing self-composed hymns with his Muslim musician friend, Mardana. He performed many miracles and stressed meditation on God’s name as the best way to enlightenment.

The saintly mystic believed in equality centuries before it became fashionable and campaigned against the caste system, the worship of idols, fasting and diet restrictions. He was a practical guru – ‘a person who makes an honest living and

shares earnings with others recognizes the way to God’. He appointed his most

talented disciple to be his successor, not one of his sons.

Guru Nanak died in 1539, but his hymns are still sung every day in every Sikh temple, and his picture hangs in millions of homes, from humble farm cottages to the prime minister’s residence.

The train from Amritsar to Delhi will leave only at 5.00 pm; we went from restaurant to other restaurant to kill time and also took a rickshaw going around the market, perhaps we would see something interesting.

We reached Delhi at 11.30 pm. Home sweet home.

Big kiss from NDH/Gros becs de NDH

The City Of Shiva, Varanasi previously called Benares.

(23^th Dec 2007 – 26^th Dec 2007)

Dear friends and family,

We would like to wish you all HAPPY NEW YEAR 2008. It may be a little bit too late but as you know that we weren’t around Delhi during the festivals end of the year 2007. Let me summarize about what we did during these two weeks.

We had Sandra and Christophe who came to visit us as well as India. Our first destination was Varanasi the Holy City. We took a train on 23^rd Dec 2007 to that city which we have known very little about it. As it shown it the photos and the interesting story behind it about the Hinduism, brought us there without to have a second thought.

The services in the train are divided in to two categories: they served food and never stop to serve chai, coffee and other drinks which I think the initiative is very good. But through all the cleanliness in general is very poor especially the toilets. The night seems so long and in the train it was hard to close the eyes as it was too cold. Funny thing with these Indians, they switched on the air conditioner while it was cold outside. We arrived at Varanasi train station the next day at 7.30 a.m. and at the train station, it is written in any travel books that the rickshaw-wallah always finds their way to cheat on the tourist. Well, some of us refused to believe what is written on the books as:

The predatory touts and rickshaw-wallahs in Varanasi pounce on visitors like starving tigers pouncing on a defenseless deer, and are the hassle that most travelers have to deal with. But Varanasi has a darker side and criminal element operates mainly around the airport, train station and bus station, so take extra care in these places.

Well, it did happen to us, when 4 of us tried to take 2 rickshaw-wallahs. When we didn't agree with their proposition to do a city trip with them, they had organized something behind us. What they tried to do was to separate us totally in a heavy city of Varanasi. Laurent and me, we were left at the fuel station, while Christophe and Sandra were left somewhere else. But at the end, we found each other at Assi Ghats with the help pf other rickshaw-wallahs.

It was 24^th Dec 2007, a Christmas Eve and most of the hotel were fully book. After trying and trying, at the end, we found one hotel which is next to the Haifa Hotel. We took a room on the roof top which has a small terrace. Sometime, came a cross my mind: what an idea to celebrate a Christmas in this city. It is so polluted.

About Varanasi:Varanasi, the city of Shiva, is one of the holiest cities in India. Hindu pilgrims come wash away all their sins in the Ganges. Varanasi was previously called Benares and Kashi (City of Life) and has always been as auspicious place to die, since expiring here offers moksha – liberation from the cycle of birth and death. The city is beating heart of the Hindu universe, a crossing place between the physical and spiritual worlds, and the Ganges is viewed as a river of salvation, an everlasting, ever flowing symbol of hope to past, present and future generations. The magical but sometimes overwhelming city where the most intimate rituals of life and death take place in public on the city’s famous ghats. The accessibility to the practices of an ancient but still living religious tradition is what captivates many visitors.
In the history, Varanasi has been a centre of learning and civilizationfor over 2000 years, and claims to be one of the oldest living cities in the world. Mark Twain wrote that ‘Benares is older than history, older than tradition, older even than legend, and looks twice as old as all of them put together.’

Its history dates back to 1400 BC, but it was around 8^th century AD that Varanasi rose in prominence when Shankarach Shiva worship as the principal sect. The Afghans destroyed Varanasi around AD 1300, after laying waste to nearby Sarnath, but the fanatical Mughal emperor Aurangzeb was the most destructive, looting and destroying almost all of the temples. The old city of Varanasi may look antique, but few buildings are more than a couple of hundred years old.

Helping The Great Mother To Breathe Again: The Ganges River, or Great Mother as it is known to Hindus, provides millions of Indians with an important link to their spirituality. Every day about 60,000 people go down to the Varanasi ghats to take a holy dip along a 7km stretch of the river. Along this same area, 30 large sewers are continuously discharging into the river.

The Granges River is heavily polluted at Varanasi that the water is septic – no dissolved oxygen exists. The problem extends far beyond Varanasi – 400 million people live along the basin of the Ganges River. The pollution levels mean that waterborne diseases run rampant among many villages that use water from the river.

2 days, we walked along the Ganges ghats, we witnessed a lot of thing: people taking a bath in this river, children playing around, the women washing their laundries and also the dead body has been burned on the riverside. Life looks harmony even though in the unpleasant condition.

The city of Varanasi is a heavy city and there is no place where you can be alone. Sometime it is easier to take a rickshaw to move around and also easier to see most of the thing around us. We took the train back to Delhi on 26^th Dec 2007. The train was 2 hours late. We reached Delhi end of the day.

Big kiss from Delhi/Gros becs de Delhi

Wish you all a Merry Christmas and Happy Eid Ul-Adha

MINA during the haj.

Fascinated by a Christmas decoration in one of the biggest shopping mall in KL.

Hello everybody, it has been a long time since my last update on this blog. This period of the year, I guessed for each one of us must be very busy. By Oct and Nov, I was working and had no time at all to run my finger on my computer after working 8 hours a day. Then, I traveled back to Malaysia for two weeks. I can tell that it was awesome: ate to much, enjoyed the seafood and of course visited a shopping malls for shopping. What else can I say accept for my credit card had a high fever?

Forget about Malaysia for a while, now I’m back in Delhi and preparing for Idle and Christmas is just few days more. So, two celebrations are almost at the same time. In Malaysia, the idle celebration is today but India is always one day later and it will be tomorrow. I’m baking a cake to visit our friends at the Malaysian High Commission and also for a raclette dinner at our Swiss friends also tomorrow night. What a day?

Few months back, when I visited few gift shops in Delhi, I found so many interesting thing, but these two days, I went around in circle and I still don’t find what I want accept for the candles.

Alright people, we wish you all Happy Eid Ul-Adha for our Muslim friends and Merry Christmas to who celebrate it. HAPPY NEW YEAR to all.

Big kiss from NDH/Gros becs de NDH

Sultanpur Bird Sanctuary

This is my surprise today for Laurent and Sarah. We had a small problem to find the place since that I didn’t allowed both of them to look at the map and finally we reached there, to the Sultanpur Bird Sanctuary. It isn’t far from Delhi and it is nice to have a walk on Saturday or Sunday morning. We are happy to find this place which is not far from Delhi. I would recommend this Bird Sanctuary to all of friend who is living in Delhi to go and have a look. It is worth it.

About Sultanpur Bird Sanctuary.

Sultanpur Bird Sancturay is located in Gurgaon district of Haryana, about 50 km from Delhi and 15 km fom Gurgaon and the Gurgaon Farukh Nagar Road. This park is best visited in winters, when a large number of migratory birds come here. In the old map and district gazetteer of Gurgaon district, this area is shown as marshy land having a ‘salt pan’ where water accumulates during rains and dries our during summer. A number of organisms like crustaceans, fish and insects thrive during floods which attract a number of birds to this area. Its sanctuary potential was first identified by an enthusiastic bird watcher, Mr. Peter Jackson. He convinced Mrs. Indira Gandhi, the then Prime Minister of India, of the need for giving protection to this area keeping in view it’s importance and potential, the area covering 359 acres was declared a bird sanctuary in 1971 and was upgraded to the status of National Park in 1991 by Haryana Government.

Big Kiss from NDH/Gros becs de NDH

Incident at the airport.

We were at the Indira Gandhi International Airport last night, waiting for Stephanie and Oliver: the friends that we have met in Abuja, Nigeria. I was watching at the people on arrival hall and realized that among them, a lot of senior citizen from Europe. They have chosen this country (India) for their vacation. They looked tired after a long journey and at that moment, they had to wait for their luggage. The airport is smaller then what they thought: I had the same in my head when the first time, I arrived in New Delhi. The airport itself, isn’t really pleasant for one country who considered itself as a develop nation.

I look up on the ceiling; there I saw a lot of electric cable hanging around and I look down on the floor; some mark of the “panne” on it. I asked myself; when they will have a world class airport like what they said all the time while there is still a lot of thing has to be done starting from the mentality of the people.

I turned to the immigration counters and still there was no sign of Stephanie and Oliver. I look around the place, look at the people. After a while, I saw Laurent moving forward to the escalator to welcome our friends and at the same this one immigration officer asked me step back. I found that so ridiculous because Laurent and me are from the same Embassy and both of us having the same authorization batch. It was clear for me that was only about our skin color. Laurent is a white man and he is allowed to do what he wants while for me as an Asian there is a line I have to follow. Neither what I felt that time was the racisms are very much alive and it wasn’t the first time anyway nor the last. As long as I’m living in this country, I know that I will face this discrimination. The

It is hard to be in the place where you feel that you are not belong to and it is hard to face all these thing in your everyday life, and that you can’t integrate with the local people. I use to tell all of my friends and family who would like to come and visit us here and at the same to visit this magnificent pays about what they will face here: about how rude they can be, how arrogant they are most of the time, about their hygiene or most of the time about my opinion of this country. I do regret to tell the people about what is really happening here and I don’t like at all to do that but I think it is also can help other who wish to spend their time here for the next vacation. India is a very nice country which offered variety of culture and religion. From north to south, east to west: India is shown its different color of life.

Big kiss from NDH/Gros becs de NDH

Un petit souvenir avec Madame La Presidente

Well, luckily it is a long weekend here in India after receiving Mrs President and for us, I mean everyone at the Embassy feels tired after this visit. These three days is really to stay at home and take a rest. But for sure there will be some more event in the coming weeks.
The locals are celebrating the festival of light and I would like to take this opportunity to wish everyone whose celebrate this festival:

Best wishes on Diwali and New Year

On this auspicious occasion of lights. May each moment shine with peace and prosperity and leave behind wonderful memories, that assure happy days ahead.

Big Kiss from Ndh/Gros becs de Ndh

1st day of Mrs President visit to India

Mrs. Micheline Calmy-Rey - The President of Swiss Confederation.

These are parts of the program of her on her 1st day visit here in Delhi. On this afternoon, she and her delegation of 12 persons will make a trip to Hyderabad and will spend the night there.

Voici la partie du programme officiel de la premiere journee de la presidente de la confederation a New Delhi. Cette apres midi, Madame Calmy-Rey et sa delegation vont faire un voyage a Hyderabad et vont passer une nuit dans cette ville.


The Swiss flag made of flower was a wife of the ambassador creation. I guessed that she watch the Hindi movie that is why she knows how to roll on the grass ;-) or perhaps she take the courses with the Bollywood stars during their shooting in Switzerland....hihihi.

Le drapeau suisse fait avec des fleurs est la creation de la femme de notre ambassadeur. Je pense que Madame Calmy-Rey a bien regarde les films de Bollywood c'est pour cela et comme cela qu'elle a appris a faire des roulade dans l'herbe ;-) ou peut etre qu'elle a fait des cours lors de tournage de films indien dans nos alpes......hihihi.


Laurent had created something that I thought that it might not working at all and I have tried it. It is a wooden box with a small door and from that door the water should fall on the tree that Mrs President planted. It is such a small creation that made everybody smile:-). Anyone need this box for personal use, need to ask the right of the copyright.....hihihihi.

I hope my story from Delhi will beat all the journalist that has turned up at the embassy today.

Laurent a cree quelque chose que je ne pensait pas que ca fonctionnerait et j'ai quand meme pu l'essaye. C'est une boite en bois avec une petite porte qui s'ouvre apres avoir coupe un ruban et l'eau qui se trouve dans le reservoir coule au pied de l'arbre que Madame Calmy-Rey a plante. C'est juste une petite creation mais avec ca tout le monde a pu rire :-). Si quelqu'un a besoin de cette invention, il doit demander l'accord de Laurent pour le coptright......hihihi.

J'espere que cette histoire de Delhi arrivera plus vite que celles des journalistes present aujourd'hui a l'ambassade.

Big kiss from NDH/Gros becs de NDH