Wednesday, February 27, 2008

A World Heritage Playboy Site





Khajuraho is a village (now more of a Tourist town) located in Madhya Pradesh. In this still hard to get to village, you can find the largest group of medieval Hindu and Jain temples.


What makes them so famous? It could be they were built around 950-1050 A.D. and are very well preserved. Or perhaps the intricate designs- that are so lifelike. Maybe their size. They are enormous. Many of the carvings depict everyday life of the common Indian at that time….from women applying make-up, musicians, potters, farmers, etc. It’s a unique insight into dailylife back then.




Clearly that’s what makes it such a popular tourist destination. Nothing to do with the erotic sculptures on the outside walls, that make you do a double take. Only 10% of the carvings are of tantric sex. They are on the outer temple walls, and their graphicness startles you when you realize what the scene is depicting.




There are some entertaining explanations of the erotic carvings…including one which suggested the temples served as an instructional guide for young Brahamn boys.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Welcome to Pakistan!

Well, it's not quite a welcome sign that's there....





but here's a few pics from the closing ceremony at the Wagh border between India and Pakistan:



above: ridiculous marching (goes with the ridiculous hats).






Not sure if this video will work.....




Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Rice Fast

I’m currently on a rice fast due to an unpleasant experience. However, this is India- rice is everywhere. I’ve made it 48 hours so far without eating rice or keeling over from hunger. Amazing, I know. We’ll see how long I can keep it up.

Foods I’ve been craving

(I know it’s only been six weeks compared to dan’s six months- but still….)

  1. sushi
  2. a steak quesadilla from casa sanchez
  3. chicken wings- Lewisburg style (specifically Mikes 512)
  4. a chipotle burrito (hmm, a Mexican theme? Sans rice)
  5. salmon and brie- (thanks to mom for helping me out with this one)
  6. seafood in general
  7. raw vegetables…..a fresh green salad never sounded so amazing

Food I May never eat again Upon Returning to the States

(perhaps a slight exaggeration...)

  1. rice
  2. chapattis
  3. Dal
  4. cauliflower
  5. momos- (okay, I jest- momos are amazing)

Friday, February 15, 2008

For fish lovers...



Un-India related, but.....

This is a petition by Oceana to get the FMI (Food Marketing Institute) to design a sign. This sign would be for grocery stores to post to alert customers as to which fish have high amounts of mercury and who is at risk.

For you fish and sushi lovers like me- it's super important information to know about. Thanks!! Check it out Here.

Oh AirTel!

Free when you buy AirTel Sim Card for making Calls/SMSing in India!

  1. Receive a daily prayer at 9 am.
  2. Receive a daily quote from Bhavard Gita
  3. Receive daily match- making phone calls

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Dan: “I’m Converting to Sikhism”





Amritsar is amazing. The Taj Mahal may be hailed as the national icon of India, but it is said that more people visit the Golden Temple of Amritsar, or Sri Harmandir Sahib, it’s real name. It’s the holiest temple for the Sikhs.

It's located in Punjab, a state in northwest India that borders Pakista. (Amritsar is about 25 km from the Wagh border with Pakistan)

Before coming to India, I knew nothing about this religious group. Still, I feel I know very little about them- but over the weekend their warmth, amazing devotion, and incredible hospitality amazed me.

There are several free/small fee basic places to stay on the premise of the Golden Temple for pilgrims and foreigners. Sri Harmandir Sahib is in the center of a pool. To enter, you have to take off your shoes and socks and have your head covered. Whether it’s broad daylight, or the middle of the night, the shrine has an everlasting glow. Walking into the temple itself we are even invited to drink the holy water.

One of the most fascinating parts of the complex is Langar, the Community Kitchen. It’s free. It serves over 50,000 people a day. You walk in and are handed tin trays, then led inside a huge hall. The first time you go in, you are mesmerized. You follow the crowd in sitting down cross-legged. The Kitchen works like clockwork. As soon as we are seated, someone comes with water and in the opposite direction, someone else is pouring a steaming pot of dal down the aisle, then comes the warm gourd. You hold out both your hands and are tossed a couple chapaits. Everyone devours the food at Indian speed (which could rival that of any eating contest contender). We are offered seconds, thirds. Dan loves the endless chapatti.












At our last community kitchen meal, Dan befriended one of the workers, Ritchie. He gave us a tour of the facility- from the enormous barrels where they make the rice, dal, and of course- the wondrous chapatti machine. It spits out thousands of chapattis in an hour. There are half a dozen people stacking the fresh chapattis to be into baskets.

I did mention this community kitchen serves food 24/7, right???

The Langar is obligated to serve everyone who walks in regardless of religion, age, nationality, ethnicity, etc. I can't imagine how much harder it must have been before such inventions like the 'chapati machine' were around....





After the tour we sit outside the kitchen with Ritchie drinking warm milk with sugar from tin bowls. It’s a surreal experience. Dan’s broken Hindi and Ritchie’s Punjabi overlap- and he speaks some English too. We find out he’s an electrician and works here in the evenings because he loves it so much. I can see why. Most of the workers are volunteers who have real jobs and use their spare time to help out in the kitchen. He mentions a few places in the U.S. I asked if he wants to go there. His voice had what I mistook to be a wistful tone as he recited the names of a few cities he knew about and of course, George W. Bush. He shook his head, ‘No, no’ and explained how happy he was in Punjab, in India.

After a few ‘snaps’ (photo shootings), and email/phone number exchange, we say our goodbyes. Harmandir Sahib gleams under the moonlight, as thousands of people bow down and pray. The Punjabi chanting (which is a continuous reading of Guru Granth Sahib) echoes on into the night. Regardless of your religious affiliation, journeying to Amritsar is a pilgrimage worth taking.











Monday, February 11, 2008

a Weekend as a Movie Star.......

I spent this past weekend given the VIP treatment in Amritsar. I have gotten used to the stares that I receive from being a foreigner, especially a tall, female one with very light hair. Sometimes the stares are curious, some even hostile, but in Punjab the constant glances came with a nice surprise- huge smiles. Children running up to shake my hand, people asking for a picture with me, even one mother who handed me her four month-old baby daughter to pose for pictures.

Dan and I stop for a rest outside the Martyr’s Gallery- (a memorial for a massacre that occurred in 1919 when a British general, Dryer, fired upon unarmed, peaceful Indians who were having a nationalist rally).it’s a grave memorial thought most of the visitors are smiling families and school children, posing for pictures.

We sit down to thumb through the Lonely Planet, and look up to find over fifty students surrounding us, smiling, laughing, and asking for our names. This happens again and again. We are given Kit-Kat bars, offers of peanuts, desserts, assistance in getting a room ….

So, it is a bit annoying when you are reading about a painting, and realize the teenage boys behind you are trying to discreetly snap photos of you with their mobile phone. But it’s also quite flattering, when young girls approach you shyly and politely ask for a photo with you. It’s fun to feel like a movie star just for a weekend.



Below- posing with the kids of a family that wanted every possible shot imaginable with us.







After a family took several dozen pictures with us- we can’t help but wonder if they have more pictures of their holiest shrine, or these American foreigners. (Or as Dan phrased it- ‘more pics of the Golden Temple or my golden hair?’) We can only guess about how they will describe us, when they are showing their friends these pictures. But based on their smiles, I’d like to think they will say good things.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

A few Old Pics of Old Delhi

First weekend in India was spent sightseeing in Old Delhi- which really is the most intense part of New Delhi.


It's full of contrasts. A spotlessly clean metro that's far nicer than DC or the London Tube, and then you walk and come face to face with the worst images.






But in the background are these historic wonders, the Red Fort.... (above)









and the Jama Masjid, the largest mosque in all of India.

Kindness of Strangers

Just a little story I wanted to share about one of the many instances of unexpected kindness in India….

About a week ago, upon leaving the ‘Google Thomas’ party- we were met with the obstacle of finding a rickshaw home. It was a little after1 am, and the major road of Defense Colony is fairly busy even at this hour. We spend several minutes flagging rickshaws down- most are full- one does not want to bother with Malviya Nagar at this hour. I don’t understand how to tell difference between Rickshaw and a scooter at this hour- based on both having one headlight.

I accidentally flag one down. Two men in their twenties are on it- Dan already starts to give me the lecture of how there is no way we are riding with them. But what their offering is assistance in helping us with a rickshaw- after we explain to them what we were doing. Another scooter rider stops also to provide more assistance. So, we have three Indians valiantly hailing us a rickshaw- they stop one, convince him to take us to MN, and even negotiate a price for us. Dan’s flabbergasted at the unexpected chivalry. He says it must be the presence of the female. Perhaps it is, but the gesture completes the evening. We thank the strangers and wave goodbye. I can’t help but smile the whole rickshaw ride home.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

sheesha for royalty


At this fancy restaurant on one of the island palaces of udaipur- there's a post it on the menu....







.....its for hookuah (sheesha) and it's by far the cheapest thing on the menu.

Udaipur



So, Udaipur has a zillion rooftop dinner places. Since everyone's competing for a view of the lake all the restaurants and hotels are built abnormally high. This particular one, was a nice hotel, which had its own special rooftop and private table....Right next to the city palace (in the background). Dan's taking in the twilight city views....


Here's a pic of the gorgeous Lake Palace in Udaipur....who knew something in Rajasthan could manage to stay so white.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Discovery of FabIndia….aka “the gap of India’

FabIndia

Well if gap also sold household stuff- like furniture, curtains, rugs, etc. J

Pretty awesome stuff that still manages to stay below the typical Western prices (though for India- it is expensive).

Traffic Rules of New Delhi




Riding a rickshaw (scooters that serve as taxis) through the streets of New Delhi is a cross between a roller coaster and a bumper car ride. You speed up, slow down, make sharp turns, and when you see that little space between a bus and an Ambassador, you gun it before the bicycle rickshaw beats you to it.

So, from my experiences on the roads of New Delhi, I have compiled a few rules I've learned to help me get safely to my destination.

Basic Traffic Rules:

Treat lane markers as road graffiti.

A red light means that maybe you should think about slowing down.

Nothing's wrong with crossing into the opposite traffic lanes. (so, look both ways when crossing a one-way street)

Honking means, I'm turning, I'm stopping, I'm going, get out of the way, a form of greeting, and probably a variety of explicits in Hindi that I haven't picked up yet.

And of course, cows always have the right of way.