Clothing

Today, with the new driver, I was able to go to the post office and to the nice mall across town. It's funny that even this can be an adventure at times.

Getting to the post office was interesting. We live in the northern suburb of Mumbai called Goregon. It's pretty far away from the center of town, so it's not considered to be one of the good suburbs, especially if you are an expat. So even going to the post office can be interesting. It turned out to be in the middle of one of the "slums". Basically you have to go down these narrow roads that have make-shift buildings on either side. These buildings are more like shacks with three walls, the open side facing the street. They are a combination of homes and small "shops". Perhaps a barber with a single folding chair and a bucket for water, or a guy who sharpens knives using the gears of a bicycle.

In one of the only "real" building in the area is the post office. There is apparently a sign indicating that it's the post office, but it's in Hindi. No English in sight. So my driver tells me which building is the post office, and I gather up all the confidence I have and maneuver my way across the street and into the building. I am met with only a staircase and four walls. No where to go but up, so that's what I do. The stairwell is dirty and cluttered with litter and construction material. If this were in the US the building would probably be condemned. But I continue on up. On the 3rd floor I finally see the post office. It's basically one room that has been divided into two by a counter and glass, with about 10 different windows. I make it to the window where you can buy stamps and as the lady for 15 stamps needed to mail a post card. She gives me the "I have no idea what you're talking about look" and realize she speaks no English. So I give her one of the post cards and manage to indicate that I need to send 15 of them. It seems that it's been awhile since they mailed anything to the US, because it took them about 4 or 5 minutes to find out how much postage should go on each of the postcards. And in the end I'm not very confident, since the book they were looking in looked to be about 50 years old.

Once I have the stamps I need I look around for an empty counter or space where I can affix the stamps to the cards (they are the old fashioned kind, that you have to cut apart and then lick). No dice. I also decide this is not a place where I want to lick anything anyway, so I take my stamps and leave and head to the mall.

Ah, modernity. Malls in this country and just like malls in the US. Clean, air conditioned, and full of consumerism. Sometimes I spend hours just wandering around the malls of Mumbai (and there are many of them to choose from) savoring the Western feel of it all. Of course there are many differences. First of all, since labor is so cheap here, there many, many, many more sales associates in each store. And they follow you around trying to help you. Here that's considered the norm and it would be rude of them to leave you to your own devices. As an American I would prefer not to have someone following me around the store. But oh well... And I can't blend into the crowd like I can in the malls in the US. With my white skin and blond hair I stand out and people stare. But oh well, I deal.

Anyway, today I went to the mall to get shirts. The weather is such here that wearing stuff from my US wardrobe is unbearable. The stuff that looks nice and is presentable to go in public is too warm and I end up drenched in sweat the moment I step outside my bedroom (the only room in our apartment with AC). The stuff that is comfortable (namely cotton t-shirts) are stuff I don't want to wear in public because they look drab and frumpy. Frumpy because when you wear cotton it stretches and with no dryers here they do not shrink back to their original size (including jeans... so freakin annoying). Drab because everyone wears bright colors and most clothing tends to be somewhat dressy (like button downs shirts, slacks, etc...). Even though the clothing looks like they've been washed in mud, they are considered nicer than clean t-shirts and jeans.

So anyway, I've found these types of shirts that I really like. They are light weight but they look nice. And they have 3/4 sleeves which is nice because I hate short sleeves. I was very successful this afternoon and was able to get 4 new shirts for about $30. Who knows if I would wear them back in the states, but at these prices I'm willing to buy a bunch of them even though I know I will only wear them for 3 months. Sorry no pictures for now because my internet is being slow...

I also got lucky in the shoe department. I forgot my everyday flip-flops back in the US so I was stuck with my sketchers. And while they are comfortable, they are hot as hell. So I went and bought two pairs of sandals for around $25 total.

All in all a pretty successful day :-)

"Bean Town"

The word Bangalore basically means town of boiled beans. So the entire time I was there I was affectionately calling it the "bean town" of India. And it actually reminded me a little bit of Boston, in the sense that relative to the larger cities in India, Bangalore is smaller and more open and less crowded. I really liked the city because unlike Mumbai there are many trees and gardens scattered around the city. Unfortunately the traffic was just as bad because while there are less people, there also exists a lack of public transportation, so everyone uses the roads. At least in Mumbai there are trains and buses so there are relatively less cars on the road.

We stayed in the city itself Thursday and Friday night. Thursday night we went into the center of town and wandered around looking in all of the small shops. I loved all of the handicraft items, especially all of the carvings made out of sandalwood, which is apparently something that area of the country is known for. I managed to avoid purchasing anything. My reasoning is that I'm going to have limited space in my suitcase when I bring stuff back, so I actually want to think about what I want to purchase and bring back to the US. Smart, I know :-)

The next evening Apoorva and I went out to dinner with his uncle, aunt and cousin. It was a nice evening. This branch of his family tree was surprisingly laid back and fun. His uncle insisted that I have two drinks, and alcohol always makes things more enjoyable. We ended up going to an Italian restaurant and the food was actually decent, which made me happy.

The next morning Apoorva and I traveled outside the city to visit some ancient temples. They were about four hours away near a town called Hassan. We rented a car, and in India, when you rent a car it comes with a driver. The drive out to the country was crazy. The "highway" was one lane on each side and paved. All sorts of vehicals, pedestrians, and animals use this highway. So if our car got stuck behind something that was going slower than our driver wanted to go, he would pass it. Not a big deal. But what was crazy was the chances drivers were taking while doing so. Quite frequently I would see a huge truck or bus coming straight for us and we narrowly made it into our lane. And a few times we were driven off the road by someone coming in the other direction trying to pass the vehicle ahead of them. Needless to say I spent most of the time listening to my iPod with my head down and my eyes closed, praying...

The first place we went to was a Jain temple that was located (of course) on top of the highest hill in the area. We had to hike up over 700 stairs to reach the top.
On top of the hill in the middle of the temple is a 57 foot tall monolith of one of their gods. It was very interesting and the view was amazing.

We visited two other Hindu temples that same day. These ones were on a smaller scale, but they were amazing because they were COVERED in carvings depicting all the great stories in Hindu mythology. These places were over 1000 years old, yet everything is so well preserved. At each of the three places we hired a guide for 100 Rupees (around $2.50) and they all spent at least 45 minutes taking us around and explaining the history behind some of the more famous carvings and the general history of the temple. The second temple we went to is actually till used for worship so we got to see some of the rituals they practice at that temple. The whole day was so interesting, beautiful, and spiritually inspiring.

The city of Hassan itself is so small I wouldn't really consider it a city. More like a town, so that in itself was interesting. To get there we had to pass through the countryside and even smaller towns, which up until that point I had yet to see in India. Many times we had to share the road with cattle or groups of women carrying pots of water on their head. The hotel we staid at was nice. Reminded me of a Holiday Inn. Everything was clean, however the internet didn't work. We did manage to find an internet cafe and a international calling station so I could call my parents and we could check into our flight for the next day.

All in all it was a great weekend and it was nice to get away from Mumbai. The whole time I felt relaxed, partly because while I know it sounds crazy, that area of India reminded me of home. Probably because of all the green :-) I miss green!

Favorite picture of the weekend: Self-picture of Apoorva and I in front of one of the temples.

Traveling to Bangalore

Yesterday Apoorva and I traveled to Bangalore, which is a city in the south. Apoorva had some business here and we decided to plan a few sight seeing trips around it. It's been fun so far. It's kinda sad because most of the time I've been in the hotel room, but it's better than sitting in our apartment. And they have a better internet connection.

Two funny stories so far:

First of all the domestic airport in Mumbai is pretty standard. But what is weird is that there are really no gates in the different terminals. You walk through security for a particular terminal, depending on your airline and you are in a giant room with chairs and the usual coffee places and news stands. At the back there is the only exit to the runway. When your flight is called you exit through the doors and get on a bus and they take you to your plane. What was so ridiculous was the plane was about 15 feet from the door. It took longer to get on the bus than it would have taken to walk to the plane. It was ridiculous!!

The flight itself was nice. They served a full breakfast even though it was only an hour long. Sometimes in the US you don't even get water. So that was an unexpected but nice surprise.

The hotel we are staying in is ok. It reminds me of a Holiday Inn, nice, but not THAT nice. They give us our room key and the bellman brings us up there with our bags. He opens the door, and then slams it almost in our face. He turns to us with this surprised look on his face and says "someone's in there!". And then looks at us like it's our fault. They had given us the wrong room, and whatever, that happens, but the bellman's reaction was so funny. Almost like he was expecting us to do something about it. Funny.

OK, well I'm basically hanging out in the room today until Apoorva gets back from his meeting. Could be like 3 or 4 hours. Ugh! But I'll be downloading episodes of America's Next Top Model and Project Runway to keep myself occupied. Fun!

Back to India

So I have not written in about a month because I have not been in India. Around the 22nd of August we got a phone call from my dad telling us that my step-mother was not well. They found a tumor in her brain and it was blocking some major blood vessels, causing fluid to build up, putting a lot of pressure on her brain and skull. They were unsure she was going to live long enough to drain the fluid. So of course Apoorva and I booked the next flights we could back to the US.

The next 24 hours were hell. It's not easy to book international flights at the last minute, especially on the weekends. It did not help that our internet connection is sporadic at best and cut out twice in the middle of booking tickets. We were able to get two on a flight leaving the next night. I was in a panic the entire time and did not calm down until we were on the plane. It really felt like I had lost all control over my life. Like I was stuck and could not get back to my family when they needed me the most. I was so worried that I would not make it in time and Laurie would not be there by the time I got to the hospital.

But she was! They were able to drain the fluid, and while she was a little out of it because of the drugs, at least she was still with us and out of danger. Of course we were still trying to deal with the news that she has brain cancer, but at least she was feeling better.

Apoorva stayed with me in the US for about a week. But he had to go back because he had to get back to work. They were nice enough to give him the week off without giving him any grief. I stayed for another two weeks, long enough to get Laurie home and to see how she was responding to treatment. I didn't leave until things had gotten back to normal and we knew she wasn't going to get sick from the chemo.

Coming back to India was hard. I was really missing Apoorva, but the stress of those three weeks had left me with a lot of anxiety. I was having panic attacks, and the thought of dealing with everything that comes with living in India made me even more anxious. But I could not leave my husband here alone, so I of course I came back.

In some ways coming back was harder then than when we first got here. Our internet was down and our driver had quit. These happen to be the two most important things in terms of keeping my sanity intact by keeping me connected to the world outside our apartment. I say it was worse than when we had first come to India because we had already spent so much time setting these things up, that to lose them and start all over again was disheartening. I spent three or four days straight in the apartment without internet. Thank God I had jetlagg so I was sleeping most of the time.

But we now have internet (obviously) and a driver. So things should get back to normal around here... as much as living in India can be normal.