Asia 2006: Random Bozo goes to Maharashtra

Original diary entry

Ellora - the only thing going through my mind is a Marilyn Manson lyric (maybe from Fight Song): I can't believe in a god that don't exist.

Met a young woman called Padmashree - she was dressed fashionably (t-shirt and decorated jeans) and told me she had trained as an ayrvedic doctor but was now taking civil service entrance exams. She told me that most Indian folk visiting Ellora are newly-weds: hence the magnificent sarees. Otherwise, women generally wear shalwar chemise (as her colleague was) or western gear like her. (Two thoughts: [1] I wish I'd had the nerve to ask to photograph them. [2] I'm a dirty old man!)

At least two groups of people asked me to be in their souvineer snaps. I think they just wanted proof they'd encountered a random westerner on their travels.

Additions

Here's the Wikipedia article about Ellora.

Now I've googled for the actual lyrics, I see I had the right song but had misheard the lyrics. I wonder what I am a slave to? Answers on a postcard to the usual address.