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Archive for September, 2010

High-tech Hitchhiking: Sean’s Story

Live in New Delhi? Work in Gurgaon? Live in Vasai and work in Nariman Point? You’re probably spending upwards of ten hours a week driving to work and back. You’re most likely alone in the car. As are thousands of others lined bonnet to bumper on the jammed roads.
The faces of your co-commuters reflecting the despair and angst you feel yourself. The odd road rage incident aside, most seem to have resigned to their fate. That’s the way things are, you see.

If folks like Sean O’Sullivan have their way, things can and will change for the better.
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Football for Peace: Yamam Nabeels Story

The queue for immigration at London’s Heathrow Airport is the longest I’ve ever seen. Refugees, students, workers; nervously holding their passports and immigration forms, inching forward slowly to have their documents checked. In the hour that I stood there waiting my turn, I saw passports from Sudan, Mexico, Israel, UAE, Algeria, Fiji and China. Refugees, students, workers and travellers trying unsuccessfully to mask their excitement, paranoia, fear, and apprehension: my first hour in the UK really set the tone for my time there. Everybody here is from someplace else. read more

Food For Thought, No Bill Attached!: Shanaka’s Story


I walked into a restaurant. All the tables were occupied. To my right, were six well-dressed men in suits. A homeless man with all his possessions in a shopping cart was parked right next to them. They were all digging into a hot meal from the buffet. I glanced around the room and spotted Shanaka Fernando sitting on the far left corner. He looked like he was busy with someone, so I waited a while.
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Be the change: Ray’s Story

Grins Ray Avery, as he signs his autobiography Rebel With a Cause. “I really hope my book makes it to the bestseller list in New Zealand. It’s currently number four on the list, the current best seller is about bread! Only because we don’t want people thinking Kiwis like their bread more than changing the world!”
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No Worries, I’m In Sydney!

SydneyIt was 14 degrees Celsius when I landed in Sydney. I really should have bought the heavier jacket in Hong Kong but my ability to think clearly was clouded by the fact that I was in an air-conditioned shop and sweating!

I hopped on the airport shuttle and headed to Blue Parrot Hostel in Potts Point, near King’s Cross- the backpacker district in Sydney. I hadn’t slept much on the overnight flight and as soon as I checked into the hostel… I crashed. The power nap turned out to be 6 hours long!
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