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Picture this: You are standing on a “sidewalk.” The weather is overcast, and you wonder whether it will suddenly erupt into a deluge or dissipate completely from the heat of the sun lurking behind the clouds.
Before you is a bustling street with all shapes and forms of transportation, moving quickly, heedless of any law that wouldn’t be enforced. Those that go by on motorcycles — the most popular vehicle — are wearing bandanas and facial coverings to protect against the dust in the air. It may be a one-way street that you stand on, but don’t think for a second that you shouldn’t look both ways before crossing.
The buildings are low, nondescript structures that are partially hidden by the disorganized vegetation growing along the street. The street explodes with the exquisite colors of the women’s clothing and the roadside temples. At the same time, the street is smothered by the darkness of the dirt and debris that pervades every clean corner.
The air smells of incense, which, thankfully, covers some of the other scents of the street. Beside you is a chai stand — giving off a sweet smell — with a group of young men around it, shouting to one another over the din of the street.
Your ears are punished by the incessant honking of horns and barking of stray dogs. The Muslim call to prayer sounds from a nearby mosque. A rickshaw driver is shouting to you, looking to make some extra money on a foreigner. It is true, you are just as foreign as everything you see.
Things seem to be progressing in an indifferent kind of way. You are being stared at by seemingly everyone with eyes, indifferent to however rude you may find it. You get bumped in the hip by the horn of a passing cow, indifferent to your presence as it lumbers down the street.
You are, had this been reality, me. And just like me, you are probably bewildered. Not overwhelmed, but definitely bewildered.
Since my vision is limited to the horizon, it is very easy for me to think that I am, in fact, on a different planet. I had seen the photos, read the books and watched the movies, but in the end, you have to be here to believe it. You have to live it to accept it. The latter is much easier said than done.
Before I had become accustomed to everything, it all seemed so very confusing. It was confusing how traffic managed to continue at the rate it does when there aren’t any traffic signals or street signs. How a gaudy glass and steel shopping mall can exist within sight of homes held together by coconut fiber rope. How the same sun that shone on my life in Milford, shines on the spectacle before me, here, 7,500 miles away.
However, it is not confusing as to why a foreigner would want to travel to this place. Not confusing at all. The foods, the people, the streets and the excitement of everyday life is irresistible. That is what is overwhelming about India. That is why I am here.
Sam Aldridge is a Rotary Exchange student from Milford. To read more from him, visit thebarodasagas.wordpress.com.
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Attack on Sacket's Harbor
Sacket's Harbor, near the beginning of the St. Lawrence River from Lake Ontario, was the principal American naval base on Lake Ontario during the War of 1812.
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Once again, hope springs eternal ...
We are happy to report that although Mother Nature did her best to thwart the annual Upper Pioneer Street Block Party, she was not successful.
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Local performs costumed recitations of Casey at the Bat
Since 1996, I have had the privilege of doing costumed recitations of Casey at the Bat as part of my job at the Baseball Hall of Fame. I’ve performed the poem an estimated 2,000 times in 22 states, at ballparks, conferences, classrooms, Hall of Fame Induction ceremonies, weddings and other events.
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E-readers come in handy when traveling
I recently took a trip to California and it was the perfect time to make use of my e-reader. While I'm still devoted to actual books, I must admit that traveling with a thin, lightweight computerized device beats dragging along one or two bulky hard copy titles. The only issue is finding the right e-books to take on the airplane
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Local Voices From Around the Globe: Arriving at the last bend in the River
The month of May is the height of the summer in India, a time best spent indoors with a good book and a sliced mango for company.
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Cooperstown election and law
On Tuesday the 18th inst. [May], the following persons were elected officers for this village for the ensuing year: --
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Local Voices From Around the Globe: Exchange has taught me to love my flaws
Hello from Germany! I'm currently on my second Euro Tour visiting and exploring most of Europe.
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Passing along advice of seeing the humor
The best advice given to me many years ago when I started teaching had nothing to do with my discipline, English. Rather, a former mentor insisted on the necessity of having a sense of humor
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The week that was ...
For a number of years now, we have not been in Cooperstown for the spring season. And we must admit that we had quite forgotten what it is like. But since we decided that travel was not on the docket for this year, we have become reacquainted with the Cooperstown spring. And we must say we rather enjoyed it with the possible exception of occasional uncalled for snow and seemingly frigid temperatures.
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Local Voices From Around the Globe: Mother's visit was a benchmark for this year
Last week, my mother made the 25-hour plane trip out to Thailand to visit her son, me, after nine months of having only choppy Skype sessions and scattered emails to give her an idea of what I look and act like since having left home last August.
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Local Voices From Around the Globe: World traveler calls Euro-Tour experience of a lifetime
While I've had a great time throughout my entire exchange, I can say hands down that the month of April brought me the best memories of my exchange if not some of the best of my entire life. What kind of wonder would bring me to say this? Simple. Euro-Tour.
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Maryland port attacked
Havre de Grace, May 3. "This morning, a little after the break of day, a British armed force, under cover of armed vessels which anchored in front of this town ... landed below a small breast work which had been roughly thrown up, and in which were one 9 and two 4 pounders, manned by 50 militia.
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Memoir reflects on 'roller-coaster life and career'
Apparently, the third time wasn't the charm. The way Reynolds described him, the third husband was worse than the first two combined and that's saying a lot. Eddie Fisher literally walked away from Reynolds and their two infant children to chase a sex goddess. At least he got his just desserts when Elizabeth Taylor tossed him aside for Richard Burton.
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Imagine what might have been ...
A while back we got a telephone call from a reader of this column wanting to know why we had not written a column in support of Otsego Manor continuing to be owned and operated by Otsego County. And even though we have followed the debate over this issue in the newspaper, we readily admitted we did not feel we knew enough about the situation to take a stand.
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Herpes virus brings harness racing to a halt
I've been going to harness horse race tracks my entire life. My family has been in the business for years.
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Time, if not traffic, moves on ...
It is with sadness we note the passing of two people who we have known since moving to Cooperstown in 1982.
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Canadian capital captured
Dear Sir, I have just returned from Fort Niagara, where I saw a Captain of the United States' navy. He is just from little York, the capital of Upper Canada, and gives the following account, which is confirmed in official dispatches from Gen. Dearborn to Gen. Lewis ...
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Local Voices From Around The Globe: Exchange is like a life in a year
All exchange students realize the credibility of this statement. Like all lives no exchange is the same, all are incredible unique exchanges. The metaphor of life, from baby to old age, extends to every part of the exchange.
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Movie depicting legendary Jackie Robinson does not disappoint
Going to the movies is not something I do often. I can count the number of times I have gone on my fingers, unless you include trips to the drive-in. And even so, it took me years before I made it to one of those -- going for the first time two summers ago.
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'Dubious' about weather, Hawkeyes 'suitable' nickname
Unfortunately, it seems to us that this spring has, thus far, been anything but spring like. In fact, we are still more than happy to stay bundled up in our polar fleece.
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Attack on Sacket's Harbor

