Dear Members and Friends,
I have a generous and financially well-off friend who had business in India and was to fly here and would I come and spend 3 days with her, all expenses paid, at the Leela Hotel in Delhi. Yes, I would! I would come right away! Booked train, did nails, bought new clothes, looked at self in mirror and said “Yes now, you scruffy mongrel, you are ready for The Leela.” I swaggered off the train at Nizamuddin, skipped my usual Cum-Sum coffee in readiness for finer brews ahead, hurried into an auto and raced to the Leela. Dear Readers, you’ve perhaps never set foot in the joint: feels French, feels like French Saigon (no I’ve never been there); feels Russian Tzar; feels Moghul Emperor; feels big, bigger than Delhi, enormous bouquets of fresh flowers built using ladders and floating in the perfumed air. Glimmering all around are chandeliers suspended from a ceiling higher than, higher than the sky. Down below tapestries soft as moss, every corner a morsel of unexpected grandeur. I stride up to the desk wearing my best I-Own-It face. “I’m checking in please.” “Your name?” “my name is blahblahblah. I am staying with your hotel guest So-and-so.” “So-and-so?” The receptionist looks deep into the crystal ball of his computer screen. “I’m sorry, we show no one by that name.” “Keep lookin’” I say, a model of tolerance. I foggily recall her maiden name. “Try such and so.” Receptionist seems to blush. “No, I’m terribly sorry. No such and so, either.” “Ooookayyy,” I say with faux confidence. “So!” more quietly. “So. So, can you direct me to your wash room please?” “oh yes madam yes”. I sit down on a tight weave silk and wool chair, and call her in America. “Ahhh, next month? August, not July?! Ohhh, silly! hahaha. No, no problem AT all. Hahaha.” I paid a fortune to get home on a tatkal booking but wow, how sweet it felt to be where I belong, surrounded by dogs and donkeys and cows, their muddy paws and foody mouths all over me, just one of the freeloaders.
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Fruits of collaboration
With IFA fast approaching, there is bubbling excitement and activity in the Jaipur federation which is playing co-host to the national conference. The local federation is keeping its foot on the throttle with the camel vigilance campaign and charted out follow up actions for the same. Pune federation meanwhile has made steady progress in getting names of member organisations included in the internship programme of Maharashtra State Fisheries and Agriculture University. Activity in Kerala is now focused on three cities- Trivandrum, Thrissur and Kochin, with respect to the KFAPO-Drools adoption programme. Kochi is leading the pack with its first adoption camp scheduled for the end of August.