Things I Am Thankful for in India: A Therapeutic Exercise

- the ability to actually be here and experience all of these amazing adventures
- having the luck having these experiences and adventures with the best people possible
- auto rickshaws: surprisingly the easiest and cheapest transportation system I've ever experienced
- Marathi Soap Operas and their terrible magnificence
- Skype
- "Obama country"
- wearing kurtas and leggings everyday
- trees sprouting right up through the sidewalks
- something interesting and strange is around every corner. literally.
- my fantabulous roommate and her obsession with Tumblr and puppies
- Indian restaurant music. An example playlist: old skool Avril Lavine, Celine Dion, Red Hot Chili  Peppers, Earth Wind and Fire, Alicia Keys, Sweet Home Alabama, and so on
- my INCREDIBLE immune system that has been perfect minus an unavoidable food poisining incident
- the long wait for things like real salad and dark coffee makes it taste even better in the end
- my ability to go without red meat for 4 months
- 20 rupee soft serve ice cream
- the walk to school every morning
- my incredible travel agents
- the end of October Heat and the start of India's "winter"
- fruit vendors
- wi-fi at the program center
- TRAVEL WEEKKK and everything that went along with it
- my new-found spice tolerance
- finding Vaseline at the chemist
- becoming boss at Kathak (traditional Indian dance)
- Mumford and Sons and their new album that pretty much describes my life
- eating a homecooked meal almost every night even if it's not what I'm used to
- the fact that I have great friends back home that I get to go back to
- the fact that after this trip I will be able to withstand ANYTHING (except perhaps the cold)
- having a roof
- having food
- having a family

Mumbai: Of Slums, Starbucks, and White People

The other week the group went to Mumbai for a field visit! It was the first time I'd gone to the city since flying in back in August. And that time all I'd seen was the inside of a hotel room. So I was pretty pumped to be going back. Minus a few bumps in the road it was a great trip and I am excited to be going back!

Day 1:
- Arrive via train

Is this Mumbai or Manhattan?

Part of the skyline over Chowpatty Beach 

- Visit the Gandhi Museum. For some reason this visit was actually hilarious. It wasn't the museum itself, I just haven't seen so many white people in one place since the Newark airport! It was weird. And then the fact that a good majority of the people were older groups who were so touristy was too adorable. Some people were wearing spaghetti straps or short shorts and I would stare at them almost as bad as the Indians would. Our group might have judged them a little too hard. So scandalous. The actual museum wasn't bad at all. Indian museums are usually a little more simplistic and less organized compared to US museums. Highlights include Gandhi's letter to Hitler and silly-looking dolls that depicted scenes of his life.

Gandhi's letter to Hitler: "Your forgiveness if I have erred in writing to you"

The Salt March enacted by silly, long-armed dolls

- Visit the Bombay High Court. The building itself was incredible. It looked like Hogwarts if it was in a highly polluted city. The actual courts we sat in themselves just were not my thing. Cameras weren't allowed, but mental snapshots include absolutely massive stacks of papers all over the court room, a judge sassing a lawyer for not knowing his client's name, books from 2006 that were already crumbling, and a land case from the 1960's being argued.
- By 6:30 we finally had free time, but by that point it was already dark so we couldn't do much. I just went with some people to a famous restaurant, which was once again filled with so many white people.   I had my first soup since the US!! It was basically salad with hot water and salt, but at that point it tasted like nectar of the gods.
- I also ran into one of my coworkers for my internship! Small world.

Day 2- Visit to Dharavi (aka Asia's largest slum)
- After seeing so much poverty over the past few months, I had expected it to be much worse than it actually was. The buildings were in general vertically-growing tipsy brick shacks with very little room in between them. Every now and then, a new high-rise housing development would loom over these buildings. Obviously, we had already been aware of the negative aspects of slums from out studies and experiences, but the visit mainly focused on the positives and the specific needs of the area.

That plume of black smoke is just casual burning garbage 

What you can't see in this photo: a Hindu flag and a Muslim flag in the same area

- The three main businesses in Dharavi are pottery, leather, and recycling. This is mainly because the rest of the city doesn't want to do these jobs so they push them an area with a large population willing to work for cheap.
- Recycling Unit: I don't really know how to describe this. There were piles of organized trash everywhere. At one point I saw a huge pile of the same brand and color of razors. The workers had not protection and in some cases no shoes and they worked through the remains of Mumbai, India's metropolis. Thankfully no evidence of child labor was spotted.

Organized chaos

Outside of the plant

- Pottery Area: To get a feel of the workings of industry within Dharavi, we visited a potter whose family had been doing it for generations. He could make a crazy amount of pots in a minute. Meanwhile, I just managed to make one clay lump.

The master

- Then some experts on slum architecture and youth involvement talked to us. But the best part of these meetings was the fact that it was held in a school where the kids were a little too excited to see us.
- That night a miracle happened. We found a Starbucks! It's India's first one, opened just last summer. It tasted like happiness in the form of coffee. We found it while doing some nighttime sightseeing around the Taj Hotel (made famous for its architecture and the 2008 terrorist attack) and the Gateway of India.

Best part of Indian Starbucks: Name spellings

Grace - Kgrac- Karc 

Day 3:
- Another morning trip to the Starbucks and Gateway of India (where I met the guide who knew more about US current events than I did)

Taj Hotel

Gateway of India 

- More speakers
- Many people decided to stay in Mumbai for the weekend. I decided not to because I am going back in December for a wedding and I wanted to explore Pune for one last weekend. Those explorations never happened...
- Those who were going right back home went to a restaurant.
- Those who went to the restaurant got food poisoning. Weekend plans failed.

Despite the jam packed schedule and food poisoning it was still good to get to the city. Unlike Pune, it was a city in the US sense with tall skyscrapers surrounding a body of water. True, we were definitely restricted to the nicer parts of the city (excluding Dharavi), but I am so pumped to explore it some more next time! 

Hurricane Who?

Last week my program went on a three-day visit to Mumbai. I'll write a larger super-post about that when I'm able, but for now here's a sneak peak:

Vendor: Hello, madam. You want a tour? I give very good tours. Elephanta Island, Gandhi Museum, everywhere
Me: No, sorry, I'm leaving Mumbai today.
Vendor: My office is right over there. Very good tours.
Me: Ok I'll remember you, but no promises.
Vendor: From where do you come?
Me: U.S.
Vendor: Oh, U.S. Very bad things. (This was surprisingly the first of this sort of reaction I've had in India so I was kind of taken aback)
Me: Yeah, we have our problems definitely. (Thinking about neo-imperialism, bipartisanship, country music, etc)
Vendor: I read in the newspaper 94 people dead 1 billion dollars in damage.
Me: Wait, what??? (Enter panic mode. At this point I thought that something horrible had happened)
Vendor: Yes, Sandy
Me: Oh, yeah, that.
Moral of the story: I'm a horrible American University student. A hawker knows more about current events than I do. Even ones as big as Hurricane Sandy. Whoops.

Moments Part 2 (The Goddess and the Patriarchy)

A few days ago Pune was in the midst of the Navrati Festival! It's overall centered on the worship of the Goddess, but is practiced differently across the country depending on which goddess is more prevalent in a region. (Still kind of confused on this. Anyone want to help me out in the comments?)

Anyways, my internship is located in a poorer area in a rented office. The landlord and the family live downstairs and right next door. During the final day of Navrati I heard drums and cymbals  which made me automatically made me think of Ganpati and street processions. I looked out onto the streets, but did not see anything.

My co-worker then asked me to follow her. I hoped that it had something to do with the music, and I was right!

My landlord's family was in the middle of celebrating the Goddess in the coolest form of worship I've ever seen. There were tree or four people playing the drum and everyone else was singing, it was so infectious. Even the moody teenager in the corner couldn't help but clap to the beat.

All the while one woman was sitting in front of the alter alight with incense and flames that are present at most puja. No, actually she wasn't sitting. She was spinning. Arms moving in circles above her head, eyes closed, and whole body moving with the beat of the drums she seemed almost possessed!
I later learned that this was the whole point.

According to my co-worker, what I had witnessed was actually supposed to be the Goddess possessing her. So basically I'm super good at guessing.

As a gender rights activist, she then went on to describe how idea of Navrati and the Goddess possessing women is one of the pinnacles of empowerment. Dancing free of inhibition is a rare thing for a woman in most parts of India, so this practice is both personally and sexually liberating.
Basically, they're challenging the establishment by means of the establishment (in this case mainstream Hinduism). And it couldn't have been more beautiful. 

Putting it into Perspective

Picture this:

Your sitting outside of a cafe waiting for a friend. It's late. You have an abnormally early curfew looming over your head. It's your friend's birthday. Your phone unexpectantly died and have no way to contact your host mom to get it extended. You're getting lots of creepy looks, making you more aware of the fact that you're alone at night in India. You had just spent about an hour trying to find a freaking public toilet that day. And on top of that multiple due date are ever present in your mind.

You can't help but think "It can't get much worse."

But just then you look across the street and see a ragged, dirty man seeking shelter for the night under the awning of a closed shop. This is a pretty common sight in India. I suddenly felt extremely stupid and full of myself for getting upset over something as silly as a phone (which believe it or not has somehow caused me a lot of stress here) when there are SO many people in Pune who have to deal with extreme poverty and poor living conditions.

Being at the grimy bottom of such an awful infrastructure and dealing with social stigma makes dealing with plans almost falling apart seem like such wonderful problems to have.

Definitely one of the major things I've learned thus far is how to put your problems into perspective. So-called "first world problems" aren't going to be the end of the world. In fact, you have the power to change it. People find creative adjustments, or at least coping mechanisms, to problems you cannot even being to comprehend.

If people have the power to do that for actual problems, then I can do it for my "first world problems." And I did. I managed my small problems with the help of some patience and some friends, something I think we all can use in putting life and our problems into a larger perspective.