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Mahabalipuram Temple
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Beginning of Shiva Dance and Painting with Feet
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Closeup of painter with feet
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Student and dancer using her feet to paint at PBSS
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Teacher at PBSS school
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Fisherman's Shanty Village
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Boys in Fisherman's Village
Chennai was an interesting place with a pastiche of culture and people.  We saw how two young advocates/professors lived, the fisherman village off of the Bay of Bengal, Mahabalipuram – Palava sculptures and the merchants near them, and one American Fulbright scholar working in The Children’s Garden School. 

The advocates/professors

The two professors that we met were a young couple passionate about social service.  We met them the night we arrived.  They hosted another Fulbrighter and me in their home.  They both work full-time at Loyola University, and after work at 3pm they head to a volunteer center to work from 4 to 10pm every night.  They work to educate Sri Lankan refugee children.  They were so successful at advocating for their education, they don’t fall under the Right To Education Act (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Right_of_Children_to_Free_and_Compulsory_Education_Act) because they are not Indian citizens.  However, this professor and his wife and their organization advocated so that the refugee Sri Lankan children regardless of their citizenship, they can attend school and be educated until it is safe to return home.  That is powerful social service.  I admire their passion and dedication to helping those in need.

The fisherman village was a little heartbreaking.  There were rows and rows of make-shift houses built from scrap metal, bamboo, and scrap wood.  Women were outside their houses selling fresh fish on the nearby road.  It was very apparent that these people lived simple lives, and that many of the children there could possibly be illiterate.  I am speculating this because it was around 3pm and none of these kids were in school or just leaving school.  They were standing near the boats and it appeared that the boats were where they were all day.

Mahabalipuram was an enlightening tour.  We learned about the life-sized model sculptures used as blueprints for the real temples – where we don’t know.  Our guide Dr. Suresh informed us that Michael Lockwood, a famous historian who focuses on Indian history shared a lot of insight on the purpose of the models and what they might represent.    To read more on Mahabalipuram, check the website below:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahabalipuram

On the last day we visited a section of the city called, Mylapore.  It is where a famous temple is housed and on Friday (women’s day), women, men, and children attended the temple to pray and ask he Hindu gods and goddesses to bless them. I found it intriguing to make connections between the Hindu and Yoruba gods and goddesses.

 
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Inlay of Peacock in Hotel Lobby
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Rangoli design in Hotel LeMeridien, Pune
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Worli art created by Vishaili, the artist and teacher in picture below
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(From left to Right) Nikita [author of blog], Vishaili, husband, Dee Camp-Whie, and Vishaili's family
Loved it!  Pune has been the most enjoyable city thus far. Stares were full of curiosity and not disgust.  The schools that we visited were Aman Setu, a sort of alternative school that recycles objects and busses to house classrooms.  Then we visited Abhinav Primary School where I was able to meet an art teacher who made wonderful WORLI  traditional Indian artwork (http://www.thetribalart.com/products/tribal-art-paint.html;   http://www.shalincraft-india.com/warli-folk-painting-warli-folk-art-tribal-art.htmlhttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warli).  We visited her home and met her family.  She was a gracious host and we even bought her artwork!  The Indian government also sponsored her work for a solo show in Mumbai!  At Abhinav Primary, I observed a lesson on plants that was lecture-based, but more intriguing than most lessons we had seen because the teacher brought live plants to the school and asked them to classify them according to root, stem, or flower.  For instance, she asked the class if the carrot that we eat is apart of the root, stem, or flower.  Is the celery that we eat apart of the root, stem, or flower.  Is the rose petal apart of the root, stem or flower?”

 
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The Some Good - Photo of Gandhiji himself at the Gandhi Ashram in Ahmedebad
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Some more Good - Elephant getting ready for a festival
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Gujurati Dinner Alcove
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Gujurati Dinner Bowls and Plates
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SEWA Reception Center
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Women Explaining SEWA - Self Employed Women's Association
Where do I begin.  Let’s put it like this, you don’t want to be black and be in Ahmedebad.  People balked at me, moved to the other side of the walkway or street, and consistently served me last at restaurants.  I would order and get my food last – cold or melted.  In Dehli, I only experienced this once at a restaurant.  I asked the waiter that if the dish was too spicy or had tomatoes in it that I could NOT eat it.  He assured me that it had neither.  When he arrived with the food, he frowned then snickered at me and served the food.  It had both tomatoes and spices.  The chicken dumplings that I ordered were not cooked.  I sent them back and they came back pink a second time. I didn’t really eat that night.

What was cool was the SEWA women’s union of craftspeople and workers.  They are powerful and talented.  To see more on their organization check the website, www.sewa.org.  Also see pictures above of SEWA’s outreach.
 
We also visited an all boys boarding school which reminded me very much of Harry Potter’s mess hall in Oxford, England.  However it was much smaller.  We also saw the living quarters.  Although the boys were privilege  to attend this beautiful school with wonderful teachers, they had to wash their own undergarments.  So, I guess a lesson of personal responsibility is also taught at Bishop Cotton in Shimla. 

After visiting  Bishop Cotton, we  did a city tour.  Our guide was and accomplished journalist and very knowledgeable about the history and city of Shimla.  We visited an old Presbytarian church and gave us information about the city’s oldest buildings.  We were unfortunate to pass a dead baby monkey.  Things were fine until a dog, who had been following us in hopes that we would feed him, decided that the baby monkey would become his dinner.  To our dismay, three adult monkeys charged in our direction.  You know I was out of there!  I ran to a military base, and asked the men to help me.  They (I believe by law) can not kill the monkeys and besides what for, but they did throw rocks at the monkeys.  At that point the dog barked back at the monkeys who were scowling and screaming and then he walked away.  The monkeys returned to their perch.  I walked briskly down the hill.  One of the participants , Elizabeth Chapman , wanted to go to the monkey temple ANYWAYS.  I didn’t go but her video of her adventures are at her blogspot ( www.mschapmanstriptoindia.blogspot.com).  Needless to say, I didn’t attend.
 
Shimla was a blast and probably the first inspiration for roller coasters!  We should have sang, “We’ll be coming around the mountain here we come.”  The journey to Shimla involved an hour long flight to a city named Chandigarh and then a 4 hour ride to the Himilayan mountain city, Shimla.  We had fun riding the curves of the mountain.  Everytime we hit a sharper curve we could see clear off the cliff of the mountain.  I trained myself to stop looking.  When we reached our destination we were at, get this, 7,000 feet altitude.  Just 3,000 feet short of when one could get altitude sickness.  Don’t fret, we were just fine.  We had plenty of water and beautiful sites to explore. 

First, we checked into our mountain side hotel, The Oberoi.  Tall men with turbans  greeted us at the door.  We were informed that the hotel was a former residence of the original hotel owner.  It was grand with four floors and a parlor that was completely outfitted in oak wood and street lanterns. 

 Our first visit was to an all girls’ government school.  (Government schools are private schools where mostly city workers’ children attend.  They tend to be well equipped and usually house some of the best academic students.)  This particular government school was a boarding school for girls.

The teachers were all very excited to meet us and the students performed a contemporary dance (in that they choreographed the fused various traditional cultural dances to form a new dance.)

Pictures are below.
 
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This is a man selling apples and pears in an Old Dehli market.  Apples are also the delicacy of the next city we visit, Shimla.

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A man driving a rickshaw in Old Dehli
 
Ok, so the first week we were honored at a dinner, and one of my colleagues actually sat with the mother-in-law of the guy who wrote Slumdog Millionaire.  Dang, why didn't i sit at that table.  anywho,  we went to Old Dehli which is actually newer than New Dehli and a Shikh temple and then I got Dehli Belly - off of what, I don't know b/c i didnt eat that day.  Anyways, pictures are below.
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Sikh Temple, New Dehli, India

 
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We started out with a lecture with Dr. Govinda at the USIEF.  We lit candles around a sculpture that very much looks like the warrior Osun's implement in Yoruba/Lucumi.  It was beautiful.  We also were introduced to India dignitaries at a lawn dinner at the Fulbright House.  I felt honored and blessed to be there!  I also met the Minister of Culture and his wife!
 
I am sooo wrong for just starting this blog, but we have had a really busy, jam packed schedule in India. 
First day we arrived; July 1 - we checked into the Taj Mahal Hotel - Mansingh and received orchid leis, coconut water or freshly squeezed mango, papaya, or watermelon juice, and our room keys.  The first full day we went to the open air, KAHN market!
I had to get some gear for the hot weather.  The clothes that I bought were cool but- Brooklyn cool.  They were not cool enough for India.  It's 120F here!  However, I have heard that its boiling in New York too.  You reached like 103F a couple days ago.
I digress, anyways, we stayed in Dehli for almost a week and then to the Himalayan mountain city, Shimla.
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Group picture at the Taj Mahal - Mansingh in New Dehli, India