04 July 2010

Back in Texas

I thought I would share my reactions and thoughts upon returning to the States after being in India for 16 months.

The first thing I noticed was the organization. It actually annoyed me. There was empty space and it seemed odd and a bit wasteful. As I stood in lines I kept anticipating people to move in and fill in the gaps. They never did and I felt like we would never get anywhere like this.
Where I live there are about 18.4 million people…that’s about 24,000 people/sq mile. They know how to make the most of space.

The next thing that got me was the silence. It was soooo quiet it felt eerie….like in the movies when something bad is about to happen….that kind of feeling. I guess that doesn’t come just from being overseas. I grew up in a 3 bedroom house with one bathroom along with 7 other people on a regular basis. Sometimes that grew to 8, 10 or 14 on the holidays. Currently I’m staying in the house I grew up in and there have been as little as 5 people staying there to 10 people. Silence, space and privacy aren’t something I’m use to. Being in India takes me back to how I grew up as a kid. My college years (even in the dorm) and the years following were rare years of having my own room, my own bathroom, and sometimes my own apartment. I never had to share the bathroom with more than 4 people. In India I have a balance because my public life is crowded but I have my own place all to myself.

It has been the strangest thing to be able to brush my teeth in the tap water and drink it. It made me feel giddy at first but now it seems kind of gross.

The beds and pillows here are so soft. I have been spending extra time enjoying the coziness.

The first day I woke up to an odd sound that I couldn’t place…a lawnmower! I never noticed that they were missing until I heard it again.

Having unlimited access to Dr Pepper and Tex Mex has made it feel like Christmas has come early. I’m enjoying the sacredness of the cow. It is sacred here but just in a different way. The portions are killing me…well, maybe not killing me but definitely increasing my waistline.

Driving! It’s been an awesome experience to be behind the wheel again, especially in a truck. I definitely know I am back in Texas. I’ve had to make some adjustments even though I never drove in India. I’ve been a bit disoriented about which side of the street to drive on sometimes. I probably have seemed a bit rude to others as I have kindly butted my nose into any space I have wanted. Those darn lines…why do we drive between them. I am glad there are more rules here and people follow them but sometimes it does seem a bit excessive. I am thankful for the lack of honking. The lack of honking (noise in general) and people makes it feel like I’m living in a ghost town sometimes.

I walked out in front of a car in the parking lot and held up my hand….a little reminder: cars don’t respond to that here.

The first few times I went out to eat with my family I kept giving my dad my order and expecting him to order for me. He was gracious and kindly reminded me I could order for myself=) In India, usually if a man is present he orders for the entire table.

I tried to go swimming with my nieces and my sisters and couldn’t do it. I felt naked in shorts and a t-shirt. There wasn’t any way I was going to swim in front of men in public in just a swimsuit. I’ve been able to wear shorts in public since that moment but no less and not that often. I feel daring wearing Capri pants.

There are some things I appreciate having more choices…cereal, cheese, meat, food in general. Still too many choices give me anxiety and render me unable to make a decision. Good thing my mom has been great at giving me limited choices and changing them up so I can enjoy things without having to go and face the grocery store. I have to have an idea of what I want to eat before I go somewhere or I stare at the menu forever it seems like. I finally had to make a list of places I want to eat for when people ask me where I would like to go. Most things are overwhelming. My goodness, how many types of shampoo and toothpaste can there be! Don’t get me started about TV stations. I can never figure out what to watch. Good thing the World Cup is going on.

I greeted some Muslim people in their tradition greeting out of habit. The smiles that followed the shock were priceless.

I must say I have been disoriented and can’t tell time since I’ve been here. I never hear the call to prayer or temple bells or the sound of the man who picks up paper or sells fruit and/or veggies. I used to be punctual (actually always early) but now am habitually late or right on time. I keep thinking that life here moves way to fast. People expect to get way too much done in one day than they should. Why are stores open so early? People go to bed so early here. I like the late nights and not so early mornings back in India.

I’m enjoying being back around Hispanic and African-American culture. It makes me very happy. I also can’t get enough Country Music. We certainly do have our own culture here and I miss some of that.

Believe it or not I miss bucket baths and bathrooms that can be totally covered in water. I have burnt my hand with the hot water on multiple occasions. Not use to having an actual cold water-hot water system.

I must say the best part of being back here is the weather. Yes, it has hit 100 F (38 C) and the humidity has made the heat index 105 F (41 C) but it hasn’t hit 116 F (47C)—yet. That’s what August is for. By then I hope to be back to post-monsoon weather. Here I have unlimited A/C. The power hasn’t gone off once. I don’t have to worry about pumping my water or there being a water shortage. WooHoo! I get to leave my A/Ced house and get in my A/Ced car and go into the A/C ed store. It’s going to be rough going back. I must admit that most of the time I’m freezing my butt off here in all this A/C.

What’s coming back to Texas during hurricane season and not having one hit? Thank you Alex for the nice rains from your outer bands which have cooled things off a bit.

It was an unexpected thing to be here but I’m glad I have been. A week after I arrived at my parents’ my grandpa (dada-paternal) died. I hadn’t had a chance to see him. It was a good thing for me to be here. I know my family was glad that I was here as well.

I spent two weeks up in Waco visiting friends. I got to hold my two new twin godsons and hang out with the other three as well. I’ve been spending time with family this week. My little sister just left on her skills cruise. I won’t see her before I leave. That was bittersweet to take her to the Island for her departure.





I’m heading back to Central Texas to meet up with other friends who are visiting from out of state. Then I’m off to Missouri to visit some other friends. By then I hope to have what I need to return to my job.

16 April 2010

the flower girl....

India is a land of stark contrasts...paradoxes on every corner. It's a place where the rich and poor cannot avoid each other. I encounter/interact/engage with street children on a regular basis whether by choice or not. I've had some difficult interacts but this past week I had a very positive interaction with a street girl.

She was selling roses. Her name is Lakme. She wore a beautiful yet wore and dirty dress which had bright yellow and blue flowers printed on it. Her hair was short, dark and matted with dirt. Lakme's eye's were big and intense and they still had a twinkle of hope and innocence in them. She asked if I wanted to buy a flower. I told her I didn't want any but asked her what her name was. She smiled and told me then showed me where her name was tattooed on her arm. Then I told her how beautiful she was and how nice her dress looked on her. She smiled. I asked Lakme how old she was...8. I said that my niece was also 8 and she giggled and her smile grew bigger. Then she reached into her bundle of roses and picked one out. Lakme handed it to me and said it was a gift for me and then she disappeared.

I think I met an angel in disguise.

19 March 2010

Inspiration...

A good friend of mine inspires me almost on a regular basis. She is able to capture things in her art, photos, and words which I cannot. She is a true artist...heart & soul. She also finds the greatest things and shares them. I appreciate her for who she is and allowing herself to be a blessing to others by using her work to raise attention to important issues such as slavery and human trafficking. I love her heart for the neglected and abused. She's a beautiful person trying her best to be transformed to be more like her Creator.

You can check at her blog here: http://simplediva.blogspot.com/

She recently posted this on FB and it really sums up where I feel I am at in my spiritual journey.

Thanks Sarah Ro! Love ya babe! mwah!

Patient Trust In Ourselves & The Slow Work Of God

By Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

Above all, trust in the slow work of God.
We are all, quite naturally,
impatient in everything to reach the end
without delay.
We should like to skip
the intermediate stages.
We are impatient of being
on the way to something unknown,
something new,
and yet it is the law of all progress
that is made by passing through
some stages of instability-
and that it may take a very long time.

And so I think it is with you.
Your ideas mature gradually –
let them grow,
let them shape themselves,
without undue haste.
Don't try to force them on,
as though you could be today
what time (that is to say, grace and
circumstances acting on your own good will)
will make you tomorrow.

Only God could say what this new spirit
gradually forming within you will be.
Give our Lord the benefit of believing
that his hand is leading you
and accept the anxiety of
feeling yourself in suspense and incomplete.

18 March 2010

Another ride thru the city...

I couldn't get this to load on the other entry, but here it is. Enjoy the ride!

My new godsons....



Random pics of my life...


These are my favorite flowers here.

I felt adventurous and was low on cash so I asked my language helper to become my beautician.

First, she dyed my hair. No more grey! (my hair has gotten so grey since coming here. when i put my hair up in a ponytail my hair looks completely gray. i don't really care but here random women were commenting about it on the street and in the market. it's actually that culturally inappropriate!)


Then I asked her to cut my hair! Yes, I've lost my mind. She's never done steps (layers) before. I assured her it would grow back and I could always go get someone else to fix it. She did great! (even with the below audience jeering her the entire time)




To finish it off, I got my eyebrows threaded...


The Common Wealth Games are coming here in October, so there is a lot of construction going on. This is one of the stadiums they are building.



Sai Baba of Shiridi is a very popular guru. Here's a temple in his honor. For more info see... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sai_Baba_of_Shirdi

This is THE Sai Baba...not the one who people know in the States (you know the guy with the big bushy hair dressed in orange).


Since my language helper is Muslim, I am usually at their house during at least one if not two of the prayer times. His a picture of Naniji doing her daily prayers.



You might have heard me talk about the fog (sorry, I mean smog) here. This is my street in the middle of the day...


Here's a video that will give you a taste of what it's like to take a ride in an auto rickshaw through town.

Cleaning up nicely...

I also played Holi with my fourth graders at the Japanese School. Then cleaned up nicely for graduation.



The students preparing for the ceremony...




One of my students giving a speech (with her sweet Georgia accent...born and raised there until this past year)



A video of part of the ceremony...



After the ceremony, most of the English headed to TGIF to celebrate the end of the school year. TGIF offers a lunch special M-F Noon to Five....for Rs 199 (which is like $4) you get unlimited drinks, an entree and another dish (soup, salad, appetizer, or dessert). It's a popular lunch stop. It's either TGIF or the local roadside cafe for us! Since we were all dressed up we chose TGIF.

One Year...

Here's some friends of mine who gathered to celebrate my one year mark....



The Gang minus one...poor Scott was the only male. Not sure what I'm looking at?



My first roomie from Down Under
What's up with the hair stuck to my forehead in all the pics?



My friend Cynthia (who happens to be my boss' wife)


Her two wonderful kids...Scott and Sophia



My American gals who are also Educators...Vicki & Kathleen

I made a wonderful TexMex lunch and I learned that the cornmeal here isn't good for making corn tortillas=( Then we headed to The Big Chill, which is the only place I've found that serves ice cream that even comes close to the stuff back home. But of course, nothing is as good as Blue Bell=)

The Girl Who Cried Elephant...

Here are some pics of elephants in front of my Hindi School for any of you who doubted my accounts of elephant sightings.


Near...

Far...

The Festival of Colors (Holi)

What is Holi?

see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holi

This is what it was for me...

Saturday I went to Brinda's house. She works at the Japanese School with me. It was nice to be in her home and finally meet her mother and husband. Two other co-workers and friends from the Japanese School joined us, Gunjan and her daughter Megumi and Rama and her granddaughter Anya (sp?). It would so much fun and the food was delicious. Brinda is from Calcutta where fish is a specialty. We were treated to some fresh fresh with lots of yummy sides!


Here we are!

After lunch I went home with my friend Gunjan. I stayed with her and her family till Monday night. I enjoyed learning to cook every dish we ate.

Here are some of the things learned how to make:

Yellow Dal (lentils)
Vada frying
Vada Dahi (Vada with yogurt and a special sauce)
Muttar Paneer (peas and cheese) and chapati/roti (Indian tortilla)
Raja and Chavel (Indian Beans and Rice)
Jeera Pulao (cumin seed rice)
Aloo Methi (potatoes and fenugreek)

Fro Holi a special sweet is made and then offered to Holika. It's called gujiya. It's delicious!



It's filled with khoya, sugar, almonds, raisins, cardamon powder & coconut.

Khoya is a milk food, made of either dried whole milk or milk thickened by heating in an open iron pan. It is similar to ricotta cheese, but lower in moisture and made from whole milk instead of whey. It's like thick condensed milk.

Sunday a bonfire is made for each community. Different families have different traditions surrounding the bonfire. Some do poojas (worship) while others do not. I went to watch my friend and her family offer their gift to Holika. I saw people doing very different things depending on their family's tradition. My friend offered a gujiya, water, color and other traditional items.

For more info on poojas in general: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Puja_(Hinduism)

After the ceremony which functions as a purification one can play color...

This is my friend's mother-in-law. I call her dadi because she is Megumi's dadi (paternal grandmother).

The next morning it was time to really play Holi!

Before and After...

The playing...




Here's a video I took of the people dancing.....