Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Oct 30th: Konkan Coast
Everything is Beautiful:
I also can't feel my butt anymore.
HOW I KNOW I'VE BEEN IN INDIA FOR A LONG TIME:
- The puppies that live in the courtyard where we practice yoga are almost as big as their mother
- My hair is so long that I don't need bobby pins to hold it together in a braid anymore
- They finished paving the road on my way to school. So now I don't have to walk in puddles of trash
- I no longer have to surpress my gag reflex while watching my host mom eat yogurt/rice mush with her hands
- I'm more used to being covered in sweat than not
- My first mosquito bite scars are beginning to fade
- Monsoon season is over
- Sunita has completed the arduous task of navigating the Indian bureaucratic system to get her ration-card (the document that says that she exists.)
- I finished my biscuit drawing.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Oct 23rd: Another holiday I don't understand
So I don't really understand what the holiday tomorrow is, (it's been explained to me as worshipping our weapons, exchanging leaves but calling them gold, being an auspicious day to purchase items, a day to bless your technological tools, and a day that soldiers return? what?) but I do know that there must not be any marigolds left anywhere else in the world because they are all at the market on my way to school:
Monday, October 22, 2012
Oct 22nd: Goa 2012
A Pictorial Timeline (in Summary)
First we did a lot of this
Then we did a lot of this
Then there was a little bit of this
But mostly a lot of this
But I also have a question:
Of this picture, which would you be more likely to stare, gawk, and blatantly take pictures of even when you are sworn at and told to go away by their male friends?
Did you say A: the mystically garbed shaman woman wearing multiple scarves and flashing mirrors, or B: the white girl in the bikini.
If you said B, then you are indeed every Indian male who inhabits Goa! Congratulations!
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Oct 18th: Autumn
I miss Autumn.
The one tree in India that changes colors
There are also some questions that I ask myself on the reg:
- How short of a distance is too short to ask a rickshaw to take you without them judging you for being a lazy?
- How on EARTH did a piece of actual feces get into Martha Allen's food at the dining establishment that we (used to) frequent on the daily? ACTUAL. FECES.
- Which is really more sanitary? Toilet paper or a bidet?
- Should I begin transcribing my interviews or should I watch the two episodes of 30 Rock I have saved on my computer?
- What should I wear that will dry quickly from my sweat, stretch enough for yoga, and adhere to Indian standards of modesty while still looking stylish? Oh, nothing? Running leggings and a tshirt it is.
- When can I next eat nutella toast?
Monday, October 15, 2012
Oct 15th: This entry
Is intended to unsettle my parents:
Do you see that narrow stairwell? The one that doesn't have an official sign? That's where I do my printing.
This is where I buy biscuits.
I get to cross wonderful eight lane highway twice a day.
Sorry you have a leper for a daughter. I can't stop scratching my mosquito bites.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Oct 11th: Things I Didn't Know
About Indian Culture Before I Came Here:
- Married women are signified by black beaded necklaces and rings on the second toe. Some rural cultures also put a line of red powder in the part of their hair
- Indians don't feel obligated to give you change. If you have a large bill, you might be screwed. Sometimes, if they don't have the coins, they will give you a little candy, or a pack of gum. I once got a 5 rupee stamp instead of change.
- All their dinnerware is aluminum. All of it.
- In a lot of situations there are separate sections for males and females. Trains have women/children only cars and festivals have gender segregated dancing sections. (the women's dancing sections are boring and they suck. patriarchal societies ya'll.)
- The whole culture is about as homophobic as the mid 70's/early 80's, but boys and men who are friends will often hold hands with each other in public. They also ride double, or even triple, on motor cycles.
- All milk, unless otherwise marked, is buffalo milk.
- Hermaphrodites or "transgenders" are almost all part of a community called "hijras" which are synonymous with beggars and prostitutes.
- Don't eat your rice with your chappati/naan. Stop even thinking about it right now. JUST DON'T DO IT.
Monday, October 8, 2012
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Oct 7th: Temples
I've been to tens of temples. TENS. (I've been trying this new thing where I don't constantly speak in hyperbole. It's not going well, obviously.) But of all the idols, shrines, and altars i've seen, this is my favorite:
Hahahahahaha. I don't even know what god this is. He just cracks me up for some reason.
Friday, October 5, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
Oct 1st: Directions
In the past two days
I've been stopped twice on the street and asked about directions. I have no idea what these people are thinking. I could hardly direct you to the Woodmans in Appleton, much less the Shivajinagar Bus Stand.
Is THIS the face of a strong-hearted Pune resident who can fearlessly direct you on your journey?
No. No it is not.
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