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    Budapest

    India: a matter of opinion and I’m convinced

    The most famous story I know that has its origins in India is that of the blind men and the elephant. It’s a parable that

    Bullied and bloody-minded

    Way back in the early 1980s, when faced with the choice of moving to Dublin or making the 20-mile commute up and back each day,

    Originality

    What moves those of genius, what inspires their work is not new ideas, but their obsession with the idea that what has already been said

    Weird but wonderful

    The cows I’d gotten used to. The dogs, too. But turning a corner and coming face to face with a camel while monkeys cavorted like

    2015 Grateful 3

    With so many of the world’s corporates searching for cheaper and cheaper labour, outsourcing has become a way of life. The uncertainty that comes with

    Budapest

    My wish this Christmas

    The world is in a mess, a terrible mess. Decisions being made in the hallowed halls of power in one country are affecting the lives

    India

    The mists of time

    Had I been one of Shah Jahan’s harem, I might have had to do my wifely duties once, say, every 18 months. Had I not

    Fortified and flirtatious

    I’m not used to young men, either on their own or in groups, blatantly giving me the eye. Initially it was a little disconcerting but

    Before and after

    Where did it all go wrong? Way back, long before electricity was born, long before we had drills and jack hammers and tall cranes, long

    2015 Grateful 4

    Some memories, no matter how deep they are buried, refuse to stay buried. Way back when, on my first (and I think my only) package

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