India; what I’ve learned so far.


One thing that struck me this time in India is how comfortable I am there. When I think back to how I was on my first trip and to the questions that many Americans ask me, I realize how far I have come. There are so many things that I can share with those who might be traveling to India for the first time. What I say won’t keep anyone from having to go through their own adjustments, but I do believe I can be helpful. 

First of all, India is so worth it! I often say that everyone should experience India once and I firmly believe it. India is life changing! India has changed dramatically in the past fifteen years. On my first trip to Madras in 2002, it was still difficult to get a phone in your home. If you moved you had to place an order for a phone hook up but it could take a very long time to get one, sometimes years. My in-laws had a home phone, but you couldn’t make long distance phone calls. I remember waking up very early in the morning on my first day and crossing the street, with my husband Venkatesh, to place a call at a public phone. I remember the STD ISD PCO sign for the public call office, a store front always in yellow, with a shop owner that you paid when the call was over. I went to call my parents to let them know I arrived safely and it was the only call I made during my trip. There was no internet and no cell phones at the time. I still carry a ‘dumb’ cell phone and I’m finally tempted to get a smart phone because Uber has now come to India. Everyone in the city carries a cell phone and Uber has made transportation in Indian cities so easy! They arrive in less than 6 minutes and in India this is truly amazing. I remember going to a house for dinner and calling a taxi when it was time to leave. We could easily wait an hour for the taxi to arrive and I remember thinking, shouldn’t we have foreseen this and called at least half an hour ago?

India was an assault on my senses during that first trip. Everything is out there on the streets, all of life from its most mundane; eating, peeing, bathing and rearing children – to its most profound; begging, sickness, mutilation and hunger. I cried often. I went by the book and visited the CDC office to get my vaccinations and anti-malaria drugs before this first visit, but I realized after returning home that the drug made me highly emotional. I never took anything for malaria again and I have now been to India 8 times. Take bug repellant and do your best to prevent being bitten, but guarunteed you will be bitten. Don’t panic!

I have been asked by Americans so many times when telling a story about my time in India, ‘is that a cultural thing?’. I think Americans, or maybe western culture in general, find eastern culture baffling and slightly scary. Yes, some things are done differently, but in general people are the same. They want to be treated with kindness and respect. There are just a few rules to remember when visiting India. The main one, always eat and pass money with your right hand. Indians traditionally eat with their hands and the running joke is that the left hand is ‘the wiper’. There usually isn’t any toilet paper in the bathrooms and it is not only dirty, but disrespectful to use your left hand for anything decent. Also, when visiting friends and family, never go empty handed. This is very much as it is in the west but instead of showing up with wine or flowers, it is best to take sweets or fruit. I certainly don’t profess to know about all of India, I usually visit the South, but I think this is a decent house gift anywhere you go. If there are children or elders in the house, it’s nice to show up with a personal gift. Children always get a small toy or book when you haven’t seen them for a while.

I know this is probably the hardest part, but when walking around or especially visiting a tourist sight, put your ‘game face’ on. If you look like you belong and you don’t walk around looking wide eyed and scared, then you are less apt to be bothered by people who are begging or selling their wares. Also, without having to adopt Indian clothing fully, it is helpful to wear some pieces of local clothing. A ‘kurta’ top in any length with jeans or a shawl make you look like you fit in better. Also, unless you are staying in the center of a progressive city like Bangalore, Indians don’t usually show much leg or chest. Tanks tops, short skirts and shorts are not the best clothing to wear. Indians do show plenty of midriff in their saris, so this not an issue. Again, this is just local custom and showing too much leg just lets those around you know that you don’t belong. Instead of blending it can make you a target.

My family is Indian and when I visit it is usually customary to see all the local elders and cousins nearby. Indians are very social, friendly people. They will always feed you in their homes and food is something to be shared. If you are eating in your own home, always offer food to a guest. You should never eat in front of someone without offering some of what you have. I think these are also good manners in the west, but we have become quite lax about our formalities, whereas Indians are less so. Family and responsibility, supporting your friends and neighbors, and being helpful to others is very important. That does not mean you won’t experience rudeness on the street. That is another story, but for now this is enough. More to come later!


A kolem is a design, usually made by applying rice flower with your hand, as a blessing on the doorstep of your house. This one with flowers and fruit is made for a pooja ceremony, while below the prefab designs are made with stencils.

Temple madness

Who can resist a great city temple? The old, the new, the festival carts, they are all wonderful in their own way. These are a few from my Malleswaram walkabout, just days before Pongal, the winter harvest festival. We didn’t go anywhere special in India this time, just stayed put with family, but who needs to when there is so much to see in our own neighborhood?

Ashwin took this photo of a temple dome.

Happy Pongal!

Only in India

New Krishna Bhavan Restaurant, Indian Art Deco.

 These are some of the things I love about India. Color, signage, murals and a mix of everything counter intuitive.

Hanuman.


The little heads are politicians, these signs and billboards are everywhere! The little building with a hat for a roof on the lower left is a police post. This hat style is part of the traffic police uniform.

Mysore Lamp Factory sign and a fly over.


Auto stand.

New auto stand with chalk message underneath.


A yellow water tank and a mint green house.

Indian Paper Series #3


After reading about rhinoceros and the horn trade I decided I had to make a new drawing for my animal series on Indian handmade paper. I have been cutting butterflies from atlas paper also and trying to figure out what I want to do with them.


Like the birds that feed off the rhinoceros, I began placing butterflies on the rhino’s back. I decided to cut a flock of smaller  butterflies from the Asian maps, as China and Malaysia are the main markets for rhino horns. So I’m back in my Cloud House Studio cutting butterflies. 

Ashwin’s Happy New Year card with Big Ben.


Did I remember to wish everyone a Happy New Year?
 

Indian haircut

Ashwin playing in the sun.

I went shopping for the day with the ladies and when I came back there was a different boy living in the house!

Shelling avrecai.


Auntie Chitru came home for lunch and brought an early birthday cake for Ashwin.

Sisters



Pati and Tata sing happy birthday.

Yellow and Happy

I wake up in a yellow house with terra cotta floors and a bright yellow kitchen.

I sleep surrounded by colorful hand woven and printed fabrics.

The early morning sun shines in through the windows of the Cloud House. 


Outside our door the terrace is warm and full of potted plants. The cuckoo bird calls and there are parakeets and kites flying overhead.


Coffee waits for us downstairs on the ground floor. The families visiting from the US ask me what we are planning to do for the next few days. I respond ‘absolutely nothing’.

B’lore 2017

New Years Day in Bangalore. Once again I’m feeling inspired by Indian trucks, reminding us to conserve water in a place where every drop really does matter. I saw this on my way to a lovely lunch with friends which included a fantastic Mangalorian fried fish with fish curry. Ashwin had fun playing with the kids.

A beautiful photo taken by our friend Nisha Ramdas.

Early morning in Malleshwaram. Ashwin and I were up before light listening to Namaz, the call to prayer at 5:15 am.

Looking down on Gopal working on his patio.

 

A quiet morning on our terrace, enjoying the sun and flowers. My mother-in-law, Sunitha doesn’t like this plant because it has big spiky thorns, so Gopal keeps the plants on the terrace where she rarely sees them.

A nice start to 2017.

One Little Indian Boy

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We are back home in Evanston after four and a half months in India, three nights home, and then a week visiting family for the holidays near Boston. It feels strange to be living in this quiet and cold environment. It’s nearly silent and I miss the cuckoo bird in the morning. We have also returned with a little boy who has fully embraced being Indian. This is exactly what we wanted for him, but I was surprised at the extremity of his feelings. He loves speaking Kannada (so much that he tells me I shouldn’t speak American), he only wants to eat Indian food – especially curd rice eaten with his hands, and he wants to be a Hindu. When he asked me why his Pati and Tata don’t celebrate Christmas, I told him it’s because they are Hindu. How surprised was I when he stated ‘I’m a Hindu Mummy, I don’t want to celebrate Christmas’? What? What kid doesn’t want Christmas? All year when he asked for toys, our tag line has been ‘you can have a Lego on Christmas and your Birthday, but not now’. I was afraid we might have a Hindu Fundamentalist in the making. 😀

Right before coming home we went to Mysore to attend a pooja for Ashwin’s cousin Sila. It’s something that is done around the time of a child’s first birthday and is for health and long life. Ashwin was a bit jealous of the attention Sila was getting, and Autie Vinuta invited him to take part with them. Ashwin sat up front with her and was so entranced by the whole process, he watched intently and even put his hands together without being told. Everyone commented on how sweet and well behaved he was. Nice to hear considering all of the bad behavior we had been having lately! He was really trying hard to be his own person, apart from Mummy and Daddy, while he was in Bangalore and it was very hard to tolerate at times.

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Ashwin took to the priest very quickly. They sat and had conversations before and after the pooja. He said they talked about his school, but that night when we went home he started to sing shlokas (Hindu chants) all on his own. We didn’t know he knew them! Afterwards he had a traditional meal on a banana leaf, South Indian food eaten with the hands.

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The day before leaving Bangalore, Ashwin’s school – Heritage Kids, had Sports Day. They had been training for it for over a month and Ashwin was going to be the one to hold the torch at the beginning of the games. Upon arrival he got very nervous and absolutely refused to participate. At the last moment we got him to stay up front and he and his friend Yushu were led around the sports ground with the torch. As always, when he doesn’t want to do something he pretends to sleep. So the man in charge of sports day had to hold his shoulder and push him around while he snored with his eyes closed.

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In  the end he won the lime and spoon race and stood up on stage to receive his medal with all the kids in his class.

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He was pretty proud of himself.

Once home, we did celebrate Christmas. The Santa at Heathrow was hard to resist and we stopped to tell him where we would be on Christmas Day.
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We had a great time decorating our tree…

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And now that we are home again, we are settling into this strange and quiet life. I love my hot shower and I’m so happy to escape the ants, but somehow everything seems a bit duller here in this Chicago winter. We all miss Bangalore very much and Ashwin misses Tata’s dog, Bubble, the most!

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I think he may be waiting still for Ashwin to come downstairs to go to school.

Ajanta

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Holy crap! I walk into the first cave at Ajanta and there it is, the stunning bodhisattva Padmapani from my art history books. They keep it in low LED light to help preserve the color. The man below is using a spotlight and shop vac to clean cave 2. My guide asked him to shine the light onto the paintings so I could see better. I don’t really like the term bucket list, but this was definitely at the top of my 100 things to do before dying.

Man cleaning cave 2

Man cleaning cave 2

Many of the ceiling panels look like they are painted in black and white, but with a flashlight one can see Lapis Lazuli blue on the edges of all the flowers and highlighting other areas.

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Cave 2

Volcanic stone ceiling

Volcanic stone ceiling

Cave 7

Cave 7

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Cave 9 exterior

Cave 9 and 10

Cave 9 and 10

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The chaitya halls of caves 9 and 10 are thought to be the oldest, dating back to the 2nd century BC. Stupas, not Buddhas, were the focal point until the death of the Buddha.

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Cave 10, paintings from the 1st century BC

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Paintings from portico of Cave 17

Paintings from the portico of Cave 17

The colors in the paintings outside of cave 17 are still so vibrant. The pinks and oranges are surprisingly fresh looking. Conservators have put up white fabric curtains to protect the colors, but for almost 200 years they were only protected by the portico roof and a few posts, (they did spend over a thousand years covered by jungle though).

Outside Cave 17

Outside Cave 17

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Cave 19 exterior

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Cave 26 interior

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Cave 26' reclining ng buddha

Bliss