welcomingn me in elisabeth bumiller from the new york times. [applause] elisabeth: thank you, tom.he title of my book is -- expectations that are placed on women in india. it is wonderful to be here. a beautiful place to spend a day or two. it is great to share the stage with marty. we crossed paths at the new york times. you can see how small the sorority and fraternity of journalism is in this country. we all know each other. ago,tle more than 30 years i arrived in new delhi with my husband to begin our first overseas assignment. i was then a reporter for the washington post and my husband had just finished five years as a white house correspondent for the new york times. remember stepping out of the door of the plane. this was long before the completion of the modern indira gandhi airport. the dense fog and overpowering smell of burning cow dung fire people used. , i wrote my stories for the washington post on a manual typewriter. certainly not the computer i was used to because of all the power failures. my -- i took my copy to a local office where was punched out and sent act

so please join me in welcoming elisabeth bumiller from "the new york times." [applause] >> thank you tom. the title of my book is a long one, is maybe the mother of 100 sons. it's an ironic title because it's about the kind of values that are placed expectations placed upon women ended the. anyway, thank you. it's wonderful to be here. it's a beautiful place to spend a day or two. and it's great to share the stage with marty is the preferred met at a miami herald. we cross paths at "the new york times," not the "washington post." you can see how small this fraternity as journalists in this country. we all know each other. a little more than 30 years ago can i read this without my glasses? i think i can. i arrived in the middle of the night in new delhi with my husband to get our first overseas assignment. i was a reporter for the "washington post" and my husband had just finished five years as a white house correspondent of "the new york times." i was 28 and could be no farther from the trinity in your. i still remember stepping out of the door of the plane. t