#india diary

[tina-armani]

A conversation with a stranger can turn into dialogue with an intimate friend, if you extend, if you comprehend the endless connection of all organic things. We all want to share, to be shared, to compare ponts of view... hues from a colorful life...

It's simple really, it takes an ear. A willing ear and the lack of fear to learn another's narrative. A story that could dramatically affect our own...

We are not alone... Fellow journeymen are to be found in every situation. Sometimes all it takes is a simple hello...

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These are not my words. These are Walton's words, from his trip to India in Feb/March of 2009. He talked about this trip in many interviews, admitting he was in a painful place when he went. It was a journey of healing, redemption and emotional rebirth.

He took many photos and wrote a diary, which he chose to keep public and share with all of us who cares enough to read. I feel one cannot really know Walton if one hasn't read this. It's pretty unformatted, sometimes words are misspelled, as if he was writing in a hurry, afraid to lose a thought. But it reads like a beautiful flow of pure emotion straight from his soul and I love it. The experience and the feeling behind it.. here's his blog:

Start with Feb 20 and work your way backwards.;))

[kaalbela]

Bidhannagar Mela, Kolkata.

[rosechata]

kerala beaches, 2023

[ixhika-jsx]

"When you are not fed love on silver spoon

You learn to Lick it off knives"

[Yea that's me in the attached photos - ps: I bought new pair of jhumkas and bangles :))) ]

[saumyakinja]

Yeah yeaah I am a institution in this field...😂

[pink-evilette]

just found out india eisley is olivia hussey's daughter!! like I should have known...

[kinasin]

Jiru-Jiru Diary India Travelogue

[meraminemera]

went out today all by myself!

16.09.2024 | Hauz Khas | 22y 5d

[azsdiary]

Happy Y2k+24!! Xoxo

[blackvahana]

"look what I stole": guy who absolutely actually paid legitimately for the thing

"I borrowed this": guy who cannot and should not be trusted

[kaalbela]

December in Calcutta.

[rainytapestry]

the indian hockey team winning against their ex coloniser despite having one player down (cuz of a racist af refree decision) is such a FLEXXX

[seren-dpity]

The beauty of silence....

[saumyakinja]

🙁

[wesandersonpowerplants]

At 06:00, we reached Pahti Nuclear Power Plant and discovered that the site had been abandoned and gated off. A perimeter fence extended around the entirety of the Plant, leaving us scratching our heads. After an hour of searching, we found a makeshift doorway that had been cut into the fence. Cautiously, we walked inside. As we neared the Plant, Boyd started the tape recorder as instructed.

A woman met us at the door and ushered us inside, quickly closing the entrance behind her. The Plant was dark and musty. The woman led us to a side room that opened into a large, posh apartment. Another woman was sitting on an ottoman in the living room.

The seated woman identified herself as Lakshmi and thanked us for accepting her invitation. She then asked us to sit with her so we could speak quietly. We asked her about the state of Pahti—we hadn’t realized it had been inactive for so long. She told us that the Plant had never in fact been officially opened; a shock, to be sure.

We then asked about the images she had sent to Türkiye, and she pulled several more photographs from a small table. We took a moment to look them over.

Lakshmi revealed that the engineers and technicians were actually actors who had been hired to promote the opening of the Plant and paid to pose in uniform with the machinery.

We asked why so much effort had been put into the plant’s promotion when it had never actually opened. Lakshmi leaned close and said that Pahti had never received its official inspection—the directors kept delaying the process. For what, she couldn't tell; she mentioned that no one had been to the site in over ten years.

How did Lakshmi know all of these details? We asked about her credentials, and she would only tell us that she was related to someone who had invested in Pathi’s building. She had become fascinated by the actors, who now lived rent-free in the Plant’s engineering apartments on the condition they never left the perimeter. A small, contained community. Trucks would arrive weekly with fresh produce and supplies for the apartments’ 50-something residents.

Lakshmi produced more photographs—this time of the apartments—and told us that they were more recent. Some of the actors pictured still lived there. We asked if we could make contact with these individuals, and after a moment, Lakshmi said we should go back to our hotel for the next few days and wait for her call—then, she would take us to the apartment building. We took the photographs she offered us and left.

Wes Anderson Power Plants is a work of fiction. All images are AI generated.