Some photos.

Couple of waterfowl of some kind.
Sorry don't have my bird book and there were no labels.



Parrot very colorful.



A red bird.



Bride.



A garden at the resort



Reception venue another look.

Trip to Bombay area - part I

All of a sudden near the 8th of this month, I decided to go attend a friend's wedding near Bombay (Mumbai) on the 12th and then a music festival in Pune. It was a fun time although getting there was a little challenging. You might think because of the recent terrorism in Bombay there would be less travel to that part but you would be wrong. I was in the waiting list in the second position for the train from Chandigarh straight to Panvel where the wedding was being held. This was the only train where I was that close, other waiting lines were much longer.
I was hoping that the place would open up and I would have a easy time getting there in the train, while checking out the landscape on the way. On the 10th I showed up at the railway station and found out that there was no room anywhere.
So, I decided to fly and booked my ticket for the 11th with return on the 16th. Flying is faster but more expensive. On the 11th I was off. I landed in Mumbai and got a taxi to Panvel from the airport. After 2 hours or so I was at the resort.
On the way traffic was heavy in the city. Mumbai is very crowded. As soon as we got just a little bit on the outskirts, I noticed the awful smell of burning things in the air. The stuff that was burning was most likely of industrial origin. The street lights had their lightpath made visible by the dark particulate matter in the air. If you have ever seen street lights on a foggy night you will have an idea of what it looked like except that the dark floating matter in the air made everything look dingy. If you can afford it get an ac taxi. Its expensive, but you will be spared the humid heat and pollution of the city to some extent.
When I got there, the dinner party was going on. I was assigned a room in a "cottage", I went and freshened up and then came to the party. The food was great. I did some dancing and introduced myself to the family. The arrangements for the wedding were made by the parents of both my friend and her husband, although how the various events were divvied up, I have no idea. The whole thing had been going on since the day before. Many of the relatives from both sides were staying at the resort.
Next day wedding ceremony was held. The breakfast was south indian style: coffee, idli, some fried dough stuff etc. Very nice. Lunch was also excellent. There was fish curry in Goan style and other vegetarian stuff. I was moved by the dessert preparation of wheat flour mixed with some other kind of flour, almonds, pistacchio, raisins etc. called 'Halwa'. The flour is cooked in clarified butter then sugar and water and other stuff is added. The resulting texture and flavor of this dish, which was floating in this clarfied butter called ghee, was heavenly.
Afterward, I checked out the zoo that was built inside the resort. There were a several birds, a lot of peacocks, some turkeys etc. A little boy followed me along on this expedition.

Turkeys in our path.



Anyways, the main dinner was in the evening at the reception after the marriage. During the day I performed on Tabla for my friend's family during one of the ceremonies, which was fun. I had never met her family only her brother. Everyone was extra nice and wonderful. I liked the family very much. Their ways were punjabi, very hospitable. Her husband-to-be, was also quite welcoming and seemed to be a very nice person.

Reception venue


So back to food, I do apologise for not taking photos of all this great stuff but I was too busy eating. Dinner was grand to say the least. It was all vegetarian, (their particular customs forbid them to eat meat or drink alcohol on the day of the wedding) but what a spread. There was punjabi food, moghlai food, mongolian barbequed veggies, chinese noodles etc, snacks of many varieties, ice creams, juices, mixed non alcoholic drinks.

Non-alcoholic shots of which I imbibed this one called chilli shot several times along with the bride's brother. It was a mixture of tabasco and mango juice and the shot glass was dipped in some salt and crushed chillies. I tried a little of many things and still there was so much more I could have tried.
So after this mega feast the next morning I took my leave from this very nice family and headed to lonavala.

The culture of walking

So recently I have started running and walking in the mornings with my teacher. It is taking a bit to get adjusted to waking up, but if I know he will be there, I can do it. I get up around 5 am and then put on warm clothes and shoes and then quietly lock my door and head downstairs. Everyone in the landlord's house is asleep at that time. I usually hear snoring. Then I do a complicated unlocking and re-locking of the exterior gate while trying to be gentle because it is an iron gate and it can make nice ringing noises.
I walk out and across the end of the street there is a Sikh temple (Gurudwara) very close to where I live and they have already been awake for a little while and doing their thing. A few people are usually going there. Then as I walk towards the park where I run I see a few people out walking. Some middle-aged couples, some older couples and several middle-aged men. Usually they are the same people everyday. People don't smile at you as they do in US. If they know you they will greet you but otherwise you just keep on walking and do some staring. Shops are all closed and it is fairly quite. Practically no one is on the roads. I pass the other Hospital/gurudwara that I had pictured in the previous Diwali photos post as well.
When I get to the park, I don't go straight in to the park but rather walk on the road next to the park that goes away from it in a different direction. A couple of laps of that road and then I enter the park. Sometimes people bring their dogs. Then the local road-dogs usually follow that person and the dog all around the area to make sure that no claim to their property is laid by the visitor.
This park is called D.C. ground which stands for Deputy Commissioner Ground because it is near the D.C.'s house. All around us are buildings built probably from British times to house the officers. Most of these are occupied by high ranking police and other administrative officers. They have security guards posted outside. These are large properties and have a lot of grass and trees and space, a luxury to which most modern Indians have little access.
It is still dark but the area lighting is good. Some men and women are usually walking on the elliptical concrete path in the park. A group of middle aged, younger and older men is usually sitting under the gazebo as well and they do some chanting and hand clapping and other things to get themselves going. Even in the cold winter days most of these people will show up and talk and laugh and do some walking and chanting. Many of these people are businessmen and they start talking business and news and other topics of discussion that interest them.
The park is well maintained. There are nice ornamental trees and shrubs. The scene becomes beautiful when the dawn appraoches. There is light in the sky and birds go about their morning rituals. The dew makes things feel fresh. I look forward to seeing some fog soon.
My teacher does his exercises and I run on the grass getting my shoes dirty with wet grass and dirt. After this I usually stretch a little and then go walking with my teacher towards his home and we walk in the bigger park near his house. We usually talk about music or other interests. Lot more people are out and about at this time and the park is full of people walking and exercising and talking. Some of the men move from their previous gazebo to this park's gazebo to continue their chants and chatter.
Afterwards, I head home and fall asleep after breakfast.
It is a nice culture of walking and associating that helps keep many of the elderly going and makes them feel socially connected. I enjoy getting up and talking music with my teacher in the mornings, the peace and quiet and also exercising. If only I had the discipline to do this on my own all the time. But I am hoping that by doing it here I will create the habit that will surely serve me well.

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What I had for breakfast.

I had a fun beginning today. I went to sleep at 1:30 at night then woke up around 4:50 am to go for a walk and a run with my teacher. Came back home and then had a breakfast of pranthas(bread preparation) of cheese with sweet yogurt and butter as sides. I almost had a glass of milk to fill out the dairy ensemble, except that I had to go to sleep. Good times. I better go for a run tomorrow as well.

Few diwali views.

Diwali nightview from top an apartment building.


Someone left a lonely lamp by the side of street.


A little artistic photo here of a puppy on the diwali night.
Almost like an oil painting.


Floor decoration with powdered colors called Rangoli.


Another one.


Shops


Gurudwara (sikh temple). This one has a hospital in it as well.

Season of festivities

Sorry to all the people who wanted a new post sooner. I finally have a residence in Jalandhar. But I must say it is perhaps the nicest place I could have found. It has two bedrooms with attached bathrooms, a kitchen, and a drawing/dining room. Then there is the roof above which has servant's quarters. The floors are all marble. I also have a cook. He has been cooking well so far. So I am doing quite well. If anyone who knows me would like to come visit, let me know.

So about the SEASON OF FESTIVITIES.
Well first there was dushehra(du as in do, sheh as in shell and ra as in rastafari), the festival where the effigy of ten-headed king of demons Ravana from the hindu epic Ramayana is filled with fireworks and set on fire to celebrate the good conquering evil theme. I wonder if it is not the inspiration for the burning man festival in US. Anyways, I didn't see the actual thing because I had a viral fever.
Actually before that there was the fast season for the hindus. It is like 9 days of fasting but it is the kind of fasting where you can eat fried stuff and fruits so it is actually not much of real deprivation. Then on a particular days people gather little girls from the neighbourhood and feed them and give them sweets. I think the magic number is nine. But these days there are more boys than girls in Punjab so little boys are having to be substitutes. The food is great though. Dry cooked black chickpeas, a sweet halwa of suji(somewhat like oatmeal), and puris (thin puffballs of fried dough).


So anyways great food that day. Then there is karavachauth when hindu women get mehndi (see below, also known as henna) on their hands and buy new bangles and other stuff and keep a fast for the whole day where even water is not allowed and they can break the fast only when the moon becomes visible. This is done to increase the lifespan of their husbands. Some unmarried women also keep this fast for their future husbands. The most interesting thing is that even though these celebrations are of Hindu origin, many of the Sikhs also participate. Culture blends these religions. More likely people practice what their neighbours practice. Hindus often go to sikh religious places and vice-versa. Especially since religions are something of book thing for most indians. They follow the overt practices, but religion as a philosophical way of life is not how they actually practice. They are quite practical in practical matters of life and not terribly idealistic. Idealists of any kind usually don't fit in well with Indian way of life because all the contradictions are present here and all are often held up equally within the same person. They may get revered, if not ridiculed, or both, but they are not understood as practical. Anyways back to the festivities.



Today is the festival of festivals for Hindus and Sikhs. The festival of Diwali. You can read about it on wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diwali
It was one of my favorite festivals growing up. My fun usually started days earlier when the fireworks became available. Often times we would just roam around with matches setting off fireworks or when out of fireworks making little figures of matches and paper and setting those on fire. Once we unintentionally set a whole grass field on fire. It wasn't very high grass, but it was dry and that was a lot of fun and a bit risky because we didn't want to be caught.
The memories of those childhood days are full of free happiness. The weather used to be cooler and there was much less pollution than now. The fireworks used to be small. No huge displays or anything like that. But it was a lot of fun.
Also my parents and grandparents had to buy us something for Diwali. There would usually be some article of clothing and toys. There would also be a lot of sweets. People exchanged sweets as gifts. So, we ate lots of sweet stuff. Then on the evening of Diwali we would set up and light candles, and little lamps outside the house. Then later just about everyone was outside setting off fireworks and enjoying the spectacle.
We set off our fireworks and also went over to our friends' houses and to the market to buy more fireworks. It was a great time.
So I'll check out the changes in the festival today and report back to let you if it is any different now.

A photo of our friendship.

These two little neighborhood girls were playing around me during the evening. The one in white frock with the orange borders came to me dragging her playmate and told me boisterously to take a photo of their friendship.

The changes that I notice

I am a fairly rational person in general but as I get more involved in my practice, I find myself changing where my emotional states become more vivid. It is as if art and the narcissism involved with the details in it, makes me more human. The focus turns inward and the responses to life are deeper regardless of the the emotions associated with them. Perhaps some of this also comes from dealing with difficult changes in surroundings and harmonizing with new ideas and people.
A little bit about music as well. Tabla playing is an improvisational art. It requires a great deal of control over spans of time or cycles. This part of music, for now, seems to me to be almost magical. How do you teach someone to control time? How do you learn it? It seems that for now this knowledge is part of what may be called the informal culture of tabla playing. As I develop this sense, maybe I will be able to shed some light on how to bring it into a more technical realm. Most of the tabla artists that have this ability did not acquire it by any kind of technical training but rather acquired it informally, organically. But, that requires years of being lost in the atmosphere of this music and putting that informal work into practice.
Anyways I would love to hear other people's thoughts about any of this or how involvement with art changes them.

Searching for a house

I have been having an interesting time searching for houses. Okay, so how hard could it be to find an independent apartment type rental housing. Well, first of all no such housing exists in this town. So, I asked property dealers to show me independent housing in the area. Well, most of the time they kept on taking me to a place where the access to the living area is through the landlord's house.
I asked one property dealer if he can find me a flat(apartment), he said he knows of one and he will get the keys, when I want to see it. I called him several times and his phone was switched off. Once I got through and I said I get the keys and I will call him around 4 so that I can see the flat. At 4 no one picked up the phone. So, I went to his shop and met with his son. He said he will get the keys next time and to give him a call on his mobile phone.
I set up an appointment time and called him twice to make sure he has the keys for the flat. When I reached his shop, he starts calling some guys who knows the guy who has the flat to check whether it is still up for rent. Of course he has no keys, but instead of telling me he says to follow him and he takes me to a property that was nice, but of little use to me. Then he said he will call me tomorrow when he has the keys to the flat. That was a couple weeks ago. I am still waiting.
Episode 2. Another property dealer excitedly tells me to wait a couple days while a flat becomes vacant. They show me the flat and I say okay to the price and everything else. They say they will call me as soon as it is ready. Few days go by and no word from them. So I try to find out what is happening with the flat. Apparently the owner rented the flat to someone else. But for some hidden reason, which I am working on figuring out, the property dealer never thought it necessary to let me know.
Episode 3. A lady that knows my teacher's wife tells her that her second house which is next to her main house is vacant and I can have the upstairs. Well, wonderful, perfect location, nice neighborhood. So we check out the place, I say, " great it will work. Just install the taps and install the toilet(apparently the previous stuff was stolen). She says okay and that she will get it done soon. She also impresses me with how awesome her family is and how money does not matter only good name and deeds matter. She tells me how all the chief ministers have visited their house and how her husband and her son get things done for other people without taking a dime.
Then a couple days later, she asks me to talk with her son. Her son asks me about my project and how long will I be here. We talk of rent and if he can get the work done soon, so I can move in and he says yes they will get right on it. I think their prediction was few days. But the work keeps stretching. I check every couple days whether the work has started but they say they haven't around to it.
I checked another house. Nice people but house gates are locked at 9pm and they preferred that I was rarely late and no alcohol. I can deal with no alcohol but 9 pm.

Today, I am going to go look, once again, elsewhere. I can't quite figure it out, I am thinking perhaps the commission for finding rentals is not worth the time (it's good 50-70 dollars or more depending on the rent).

Gotta keep looking....

More Photos

Delhi street view

Moon view

Guruji

Some Views of Jalandhar

Mother and Daughter

Electric Pigeons

Waiting for Roti

Rooftop view left

Rooftop view right

Welcome to India

I have been in India for 13 days now and I am learning to cope with the flow of life here. In this short period I have met some interesting people with different perspectives on India and its progress. I have also been living like a king since I came from New Delhi to Jalandhar. I have not had to cook or clean, and life is like when I was a child except for the sheer fun of childhood. But slowly, I am also starting my focus on music and other changes are soon coming.
Since I arrived in Delhi, I have talked with several different people regarding the progress of India and the changes that are happening. Indians seemed to be locally and regionally oriented, when they considered progress. The "metro", which is a subway system under construction for Delhi area, is the talk of the town. It is supposed to become a solution to the problem of traffic congestion in Delhi. Everyone I spoke with seemed impressed by the amount of work that is getting done and how quickly it is proceeding. Everyone seemed to think that this will actually work. The owner of the guesthouse where I stayed was not so impressed. His chief complaint was that anybody and everybody will be able to ride the metro and that is going to turn it into filthy and unsafe means of transport. He was especially unhappy with the uneducated migrant workers that come in large numbers to the city. He thought that they were the source of many problems of the city. He did not want his daughter to be riding in close contact with such people.
This of course reminded me of the situation with migrant workers in USA. The major difference was that economic class and education were the factors for this person and not so much race and reduction in economic opportunity as is the case in US. But not everyone had this perspective. My dad's friend who lived in one of Delhi's suburb thought that all people should have the equal right to use this transportation. He was also rather impressed with the strongman approach that was working well in the building of this metro. Apparently, the person in charge has such authority that even the rich and connected people could not make him change his planned sites and the government supported his authority.
The owner of the guesthouse had a negative view of the progress which he thought was superficial. He held the view that India at its root will never change, and he wanted his daughter to leave the country as soon as she was capable.
Indian culture is also very hospitable culture. For example, I am living currently at my Aunt's friend's childhood home. She lives in a different town, but her sister-in-laws take care of me. All of them were complete strangers a few days ago. Their daughter helped me get my cell phone connection, and is generally helpful. I am treated as part of the family, and I get great meals, all cooked to perfection. At least two different dishes with every meal. It is very tempting to stay here, but it will be easier for me if I had a place close to my teacher's location. The nice thing about such lodgings is the feeling of belonging.
My other Aunt's Son's friend who also lives in town has been helping me with house search and helped me get registered at the police station. So, these connections have been source of great help and comfort. People at the USIEF(United States India Educational Foundation), who sponsored my Fulbright award, were also very informative and kind. I had great time chatting with all of them. They were enthusiastic, encouraging and helpful, which is a refreshing thing in India because it is very different from dealing with people entrenched in the old bureaucracies.
Search for a place to live goes on, especially since the nice opportunity that I thought was settled has slipped away..... more about that later.