Diwali Mela

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Yesterday, the college hosted its own little Diwali Mela. Diwali is next week, and seems to be the Hindu equivalent of Christmas, from what I have been told. Its also known as the festival of lights, where candles are lit up in windows all over the place, typically in traditional earthen sort of candle holders, diyas if I remember the name correctly. The Diwali Mela was basically a shopping event, with lots of different stalls, ngos, local boutiques, and lots of food. Including waffles with dark chocolate and gelato, but I won't get into that. Here are some pictures!

Beef

Again I have to apologize for irregular posting, the mystery of the vanishing internet has yet to be solved by Scooby Do, and may require calling in the big guns - getting another data card with a different company.

Last night, I got a message (via facebook on my phone because my sim card also stopped working on Tuesday) from my French friend: Can you take a night out? I'm having a crisis...I need beef.

And so, away we went to the Hard Rock Cafe, which is in one of the three huge malls that are all connected together in Saket, about ten to twenty minutes away depending on traffic. Even if it isn't a place I would normally hang out, a Hard Rock Cafe in a huge mall, exceptions must be made. Because there are burgers.

Big, juicy, beef burgers. It is possible to find beef in Delhi...I don't know how but you can...in some areas...it is illegal in some neighborhoods from what I understand for religious reasons. Needless to say I enjoyed my giant burger with provolone cheese, bacon, grilled granny smith apples, and lettuce and french fries with guacamole (I'm from California, what do you expect?)

It was kind of the best thing ever. 

Things you see

This evening my friend and I went to a restaurant called Big Chill, which is an italian joint complete with actual thin crust pizza, the best pasta around, and floor to ceiling decorated with old movie posters from Phantom of the Opera and Spiderman. Its one of those places that the percentage of ex pats is slightly higher. We had fresh baked pita bread with the most delicious hummus, followed by four cheese thin crust pizza with fresh pineapple and apple juice, and bravely set aside the full six pages of desserts.

And yet something still perturbed us. Sitting immediately behind me was one woman, sitting alone, eating no food. She was the maid of a family eating nearby, brought along to take care of the children in case they misbehaved. But she did not sit with the family, nor did they order her any of the delicious and relatively inexpensive food that they were enjoying. My friend was the first to notice it, my back being to them, and she had the uncomfortable experience of eating our meal while watching the poor woman sitting alone with nothing even to drink in this, well, blatantly western environment. The complete rudeness of it all, above more grand sociological ideologies or cultural practices, was most striking of anything.

As live in maids are still something that is near foreign to me, this whole scenario really kind of blows my mind. This is not by any means the norm, I don't think, or I'd like not to think. My friend explained that in her experience, maids are really a part of the family. If you go out to look at Christmas lights, they come along in the car with you. If you go out, and want to bring them alone, they sit at the same table, share conversation, eat with you, etc. You know, normal human manners and decency.

Seeing something like that is awkward and sad, and overwhelmingly confusing to my mind. 

More pictures..

Monkey

Shiva Temple

One of the bridges in Rishikesh

In Rishikesh

More Rishikesh

Michri and Karan by the Ganges

Karan bravely touching a wild cow

The other bridge in Rishikesh

Flowers in the Ganges

"That is our road."

I didn't have my camera when a monkey came into my window, so i drew one. 

Pictures from Haridwar

The first day of vacation was spent in Haridwar, a pilgrimage city about an hour south of Rishikesh on the Ganges. So here's a few pictures: 

A man bathing in the Ganges

Sweet potatoes and masala

The Ganges in Haridwar

People bathing

The aarti in the evening (assuming I have spellings right)

a City Person

I've realized more now that I am not a city person, a Delhi person. I ate lunch today at a Pizza Hut because the momo stand wasn't there. I could have gone somewhere else, but I didn't feel like traveling and I didn't have any other ideas. There were girls comparing and taking pictures of each other on their fancy phones. There were kids that looked my age but screamed and laughed and teased each other like the world encompassed a five foot bubble around them.

Delhi is really a strange place to be, because for all I can get enamored with markets and new clothes, it fades, and again I find myself yearning something beyond what I can get here. There are a few reasons I can point at that keep my heart in New Hampshire's mountains. Freedom, that freedom to walk out the door and keep walking and get yourself lost in the woods is one. In the mountains, you can be completely alone, and you can escape from all the world. Delhi isn't like that remotely. Even disregarding the curfew of the dorm, you're never left alone in Delhi, there is no escaping the world, no feeling of being apart, and no wandering alone in Delhi.

Another is the idea of lack. I'm understanding a little more that it is precisely the shortcomings of rural living that give it charm, but charm isn't a good word for it. Nature makes up for the lack of things to do, lack of economy. The lack of human activity allows for beauty. Delhi is intense, no few feet go by without a person, walking, begging. There is so little room for any nature, anything beautiful in Delhi. In my experience in New Hampshire, the lack of things to buy adds worth. The lack of things to do drives you to the woods, and to contentment with nothing to do but wandering the woods.

Delhi is a very strange place for me of all people to be in, whose life dream is a small cabin with a garden and no sight of my neighbors. It is, however, temporary, and here to teach me something about freedom, and something about beauty, that I wouldn't find if it was so easily given to me, as it has been before. 

More stories from Rishikesh

I'll over the next few days post a few stories of what I did in Rishikesh, as well as some pictures.

Our second day in Rishikesh, we arranged for white water paddling on the holy Ganges river. It should be pointed out that up in Rishikesh, the Ganges is clean, whereas further down, you kind of want to avoid it. We had great fun jumping out of the raft between rapids and playing in the water. We even stopped to jump off a 10-15 foot rock. It was great fun.

After the trip, lunch, and a shower, I was very tired and took a 2-3 hour nap. After being woken and left to actually get up out of bed, I sat upright when a large monkey jumped into the open window sill where all our clothes lay drying, and started to reach into the room to grab the bag with my friend's underwear in it. Apparently it lost interest, because it left a few moments later.

Not really knowing what to do in this situation, I called for help, and just watched the monkey. I wasn't sure whether to take the black bear approach and try and scare it off, or to pretend I'm part of the furniture (I chose the latter, as I had nowhere to run if the monkey didn't like my attempts to scare it off).

Unfortunately, I didn't have the wherewithal to try to find my camera during this adventure, but I'll post pictures of similar monkeys soon.