..... I watched Errol Flynn in an old movie this morning and loved every second of it.... from the tale, to the cheesy costumes, and everything in between...... it was a movie adaptation of one of Rudyard Kipling's tales called "Kim"..... there is just something about British Colonial India that pushes every one of my buttons, but I just can't put my finger on exactly what it is.....

.... it is uncanny, actually.... I can catch a glimpse of a crowded street in Lahore, and I have an overwhelming desire to rush off to EBay and order a pith helmet.... I see a sahib sipping a gin and tonic and I immediately can close my eyes and smell the aroma of curry & coriander wafting through the tropical night.... every image zings my imagination.....

..... the first time that I visited the subcontinent, I was enthralled by how exotic the land and people were.... but there was an strange undercurrent of 'normality' that I couldn't understand..... it was as if I had been there before.... that I belonged there somehow.... that each new sight, sound, smell, or taste was actually something that I had already come to know, accept, and enjoy.....

..... as I sat on the couch this morning drinking my coffee, The Missus looked up from her Wheatabix and laughed....

"What's on TCM?"

".... it's from a Kipling story called 'Kim'..... wow, look at that..... I am so completely diggin' this.."

"Errol Flynn was pretty buff."

"... Perhaps, but hey, everyone looks handsome and dashing when they're wearing a pith helmet..."


" .... You need to buy me a pith helmet for my birthday..."

"We've had this conversation before, sir. We're having curry for dinner tonight, aren't we?"

".... absolutely...."

..... so here I sit...... freshly baked naan bread is cooling on the kitchen counter.... the smell of curry and coconut milk is hanging thick in the air.... the Tennessee dogwoods are beginning to show their first blushes of their impending blooming.... and my fingertips are fresh from turning pages about Lucknow and Jagdishpur.... I am not sure why I am so drawn to India, but I am.... and I read of sepoys and lancers with equal amazement.... and my crushed-silk punjabi fits just as well as I know that pith helmet will when it arrives...

.... what an absolutely odd day....... dinner is going to rock, though......

by Eric on April 06, 2008 | Bullshit (4) | TrackBack (0) | Ummm, Ok....
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I absolutely loved this! Yes, I understand it, too. I have a similar dream of Africa.

Bullshitted by Joan of Argghh! on April 6, 2008 06:21 PM

Wheatabix? That shit is hardcore. Sticks and twigs, that.

Bullshitted by bitterman on April 6, 2008 08:54 PM

I always liked Errol Flynn, and "The Adventures of Robin Hood" will always be my particular favorite featuring him. "Kim" is well remembered, along with "Captain Blood". He was a man who, from what I have read and have heard from those who knew his last wife, lived life to the fullest. He took no half steps, and his body wore the scars to prove same. For good or ill, he was excessive living and loving personafide.

Bullshitted by Guy S on April 7, 2008 07:52 PM

Okay, I have several comments.

Speaking of Flynn, I just finished a wonderful book, The Pirate's Daughter by Margaret Cezair-Thompson which is a novel about fictional acquaintances of Flynn's during his latter years when he spent so much time in Jamaica - 50's and 60's. I think you might like it.

One of my favorite bloggers comes from a land closer to India than we are, for sure. Malaysia. And he has some fantastic Malaysian stories. He's no stranger to pith helmets and curry!

Dogwood trees - our are already beginning to fade and shedd.

Bullshitted by Lolly on April 8, 2008 02:08 PM