Day 3  (Memories) nasal polyps treatment Another day, another 8 am wakeup call, but this time I arrived to breakfast on time and in business casual (which sucked).  Yesterday, our professor informed us that we would visit some unknown company and that our attire mattered considerably.  So, after shoveling down millions of beautiful breakfast calories and taking a bus trip, we found ourselves in front of a building that did not look like a company.  Before us stood the astonishingly pulchritudinous temple, Akshardham!!! (Shameless Word of the Day plug.)   What. A. Temple.  Elaborately carved sandstone of Indian gods, an opulent…

Day 2 (Business by day, terrified by night) Nothing quite describes the horribleness associated with an 8 am wakeup call when your body has not yet adjusted to a new time zone. (I know how I keep going on about passing out all the time, but it doesn’t seem to help.) Exquisite breakfast, however, makes all the difference, and I proceeded to casually stroll down in my travel attire to the eating area. Slightly behind schedule I might add, but who cares when delectable food abounds.   Apparently my classmates, dressed in business casual, had all prepared to visit the…

Day 1 Continued (India: Nothing like the movies) Additional Photos: Paul Pine   Despite arriving so early in the morning and having to wait six hours to check in to our hotel, Paul and I made a pact to explore Delhi instead of wasting an entire day recovering. Our first stop: the Delhi gate. Once we checked in and unloaded our stuff, we left the Fort Knox of Indian hotels. Seriously, their security far exceeded any TSA requirements. After passing through not one but two metal detectors, the thorough bag scanning station, and going through a painstakingly detailed vehicle check…

Surreal. The only way I can even begin to describe what I feel: Surreal. Other than that, no words come to mind. I remember how I responded to my professor when he told me that I had to experience India. “Absolutely not possible,” I replied given my current starving student/artist budget. He persisted by telling me that I could film for McCombs in exchange for a trip to India. “That would be amazing, but I’m not going to get my hopes up.” Even in the week before my scheduled, I almost drowned in the sea of midterms, papers, packing, and…