My Stories.

My Stories.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

In the middle.

Hello friends!

I apologize for my absence. It's been a crazy three weeks, and the rule of thumb is sleep over all else. But alas, here we go.

It's been a crazy trip. So far, we've visited New Delhi, Mathura, Agra, Jaipur, Tilonia, and back to Jaipur. My life has consisted of living out of a suitcase and praying for hot water above all else. Then good food next. And the continual quest for chocolate.

Anyways.

As expected, I'm in love. (With India, that is). But for many reasons.

First, it is just a beautiful city. On one hand, everywhere you turn is a monument or a landmark that will take your breathe away with its careful design and grandiose scale. Seriously. It's incredible. But oddly enough, the thing I find the most beautiful is the juxtaposition. From the majority of the landmarks we've visited, within a fifty foot radius from the site is some kind of extreme poverty. No, people living in poverty isn't beautiful. Actually, it's kind of heart-breaking when a mother comes up to you with a child and asks you for money. But what's beautiful is the potential you see from the two paired together. Potential for greater lives and a greater city because you can see what these people are capable of, and what kind of life they can eventually have. And believe me, the majority of them seem to want to work hard to have a better life.

Second, I've learned to love and crave Indian food. It's bizarre. And usually one meal is Indian food and the next is french fries. But anyways.

Third, there's a kind of equality and tolerance that will absolutely blow your mind. India is primarily made up of Hindus (which are broken down in various ways). But there is also an incredibly large Muslim population too. For example, we were downtown the other day in a Hindu part of town when vans of Muslims came through in celebration of some holiday. No one blinked. As Americans, we get looked at funny for a minute or two, and then people welcome us with open arms. Sure, the caste system exists. But there is no hierarchy of race or religion here. It's a mind blowing concept, but it will definitely change you.

Fourth, the education. There's a large majority of the population that is technically uneducated due to the country's rate of development. However, that's changing. Children are going to night schools with their family. While here, we visited a place called Barefoot College in Tilonia. The college takes only elderly women from all across the world and trains them to be solar engineers so they can give electricity to their village. Keep in mind, none of these women have had higher than a third grade education, and none of them speak the same language. But the college has devised a plan by which through pictures they can teach these women the engineering capabilities to light a village, and then these women can teach younger generations and other women who come to the school. I'm about to graduate college, and I couldn't dream of doing what they do. But they do it with such passion and such success that it really changes the way that America places an emphasis on such high education for often menial tasks.

Though I could go on forever, I'll end on the fifth, the children. No matter where you go, these children are the happiest children you will ever see. They always have smiles on their faces even in the worst of living conditions. They are thrilled with the simplest things. They really bring perspective to you. And personally, I melt around them, and I just want to stay and hang out with them forever.

A brief story to bring it home. While we visited Barefoot College, we had the opportunity to paint a mural for the community. Children ran back and forth, but there was one little girl who always stayed to watch. Finally, I motioned for her to sit with me, and she did so joyfully. We quietly admired the mural together. She went and got her younger brother to watch with us too. A few minutes later a friend of mine gave her a notepad to draw. She thought this was quite possibly the coolest thing ever. When she finished her drawing, she pointed around trying to explain things, and she pointed to the part of the drawing where she drew me. As if I wasn't already about to cry at her sweetness, it gets better. I gave her the drawing, and she ran off thrilled to show everyone. But she came back. We looked at my camera together and she loved pointing to see who was who and how it worked. She began looking through my bag and things, and she found my book. She thumbed through, and eventually ran across my Angry Birds bookmark. (Yes, I have an angry birds bookmark. Judge me.) She carefully considered it for a while and then gave it back. I gave her the bookmark, and the look of disbelief she had on her face when she had something so special to her that cost me fifty cents at target will forever be in my head. She then proceeded to go show her friends, and throughout the next few hours I watched her friends around the village watching it. I never saw her again, but I like to think I made her day. I know she made my year.



Monday, January 5, 2015

Some Thoughts.

Hello friends!

First of all, I apologize for the lack of updates. Rickshaws and third world countries don't have the best wifi, sadly. And for a lack of a more connected and philosophical thought process, here's some thoughts.

Speaking of rickshaws, they're terrifying, but super wonderful.

My camera is my best friend.

I'm convinced there's an Indian mafia and they own everything.

The British influence here is ridiculous.

I miss American food. My list of things I want to eat upon return is growing by the minute. Day 1 will consist of Starbucks, bacon and eggs for breakfast, chipotle for lunch, and homemade pizza for dinner. Then following week my goal is to eat chips and queso, sushi, Nodo, froyo, and cupcakes. NOM.

I'm learning to like Indian food. But for a rice based country, being gluten free here is a struggle.

Wine and McDonald's french fries are just as good in India.

I love harem pants. Seriously. Try a pair. Or 12. And yes, even though my wardrobe in India is all harem pants, I still only work in black, or very very dark grey.

After visiting several world renowned monuments, I'm in awe of such beautiful craftsmanship. Seriously everything you look at is absolutely gorgeous and intricately detailed. As a culture, it's clear aesthetics are super important. And I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life studying Indo-Islamic art history.

I still can't draw.

Indians are incredibly accepting. On one hand, Hinduism is a tolerant religion, so they happily coexist with Muslims and Buddhists. For example, the other day we were having coffee in a nice part of town. In the middle, trucks of Muslims drive through with loud music and flags. Apparently they had some kind of major festival. But mind you, though they were celebrating, they didn't disrupt anyone, and no one minded their celebration. Tolerance is definitely the mantra.

For as much as Americans don't accept Indians and Muslims, people here LOVE Americans. Partially, they think tourists are famous. Literally, I've never been so popular for being pale. But nevermind that. The important thing is, these people are accepting and accommodating to new cultures and people and creating a friendly environment, which is something not done in America. It's just sad to think how poorly they're treated when they come to the U.S. looking for a better life.

I'm convinced everyone should have at least one experience where they aren't the racial majority and don't speak the national language.

The kids here are the happiest ever. We were told early on to not interact with the kids because then we aren't enabling them to be hawkers and not go to school. I've seen a range of kids from well dressed and educated to naked and hawking stuff. The bottom line is these kids are the happiest people you'll ever meet, no matter what. There's so many I just want to pick up and love. We've gotten to have pictures with some classes, and it's been so wonderful to see their faces light up. And the thought of spending a year teaching these kids English is actually pretty great.

Have I mentioned it's beautiful here? Because it is. But what's fascinating is that the beautiful parts are also met with parts of utter devastation and poverty. We stayed at a five star hotel and right past the fence were naked homeless children and cows eating trash. Fascinating, really.

And yes, there are cows and goats everywhere. The dogs are nicer than expected, but watch out for them monkeys.

Never has my angry bitch face been more effective and necessary than here when there are hawkers following you and yelling at you.

I'm not good at constant motion. We've been moving cities every couple of nights and it's very hard to be so transient. But yes, I still love to travel.

Most importantly, I'm pretty sure I'm meant to be here. Everything is beautiful. The city is crazy busy. Everyone wears scarves all the time and is frequently barefoot. People eat with their fingers exclusively. Oh, and there's coffee breaks every three hours. Seriously, it's my kind of place. I just need to import Starbucks and Chipotle.

My new bucket list includes seeing all seven wonders of the world and visiting all seven Baha'i temples. I've got one of each down! Oh, and see all UNESCO world heritage sites.

We're about half way through the trip now. I'll admit, between jet lag and food issues, it was a pretty rough start. And I still have days where I miss home and food. But I do love it here. And I couldn't have asked for a better study abroad experience or first trip out of the country. It's been educational, it's been eye opening, it's been fun and interesting and engaging, and a million other adjectives. But most importantly, it's been freeing. To get lost in the monuments and your surroundings. To break out of customs and norms and habits. To try new things. To just get outside the box.

I could go on forever, but for now, I have a window to look out of and India to explore. See y'all in 12 days! Namaste.

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Day 4

These school kids were on their holiday, and they came to visit Qutab Minar. When we walked out they started screaming and waving, so we went to take a picture. The absolute happiest kids ever <3