Saturday, December 31, 2011

December 30, 2011: An introduction to Castes

December 30, 2011

As I continued my introduction to India, I recalled a conversation I had years ago.  A friend of mine who had visited India told me that he could not define India as a single nation.  To describe India as a singularity would be gross simplification of the idea of India.  There is too many aspects and dimensions to India, that people who have lived here for  their whole lives cannot define it.

We started our coursework by learning about the caste system in India.  We paid particular attention to the Dalit caste, which was formally known as the "untouchables."  Dalits are technically not a part of the caste.  They are traditionally the lowest part of Indian society.  Yet there must be distinction made between caste and class systems in India.  While there is a significant correlation between caste and economic status, there is not a fixed relationship between the two.  India has had prime minister who was a Dalit.  The caste system in India is not a dogmatic reflection of wealth.  Rather it is more a perception of purity.

In the afternoon, our instruction dived into the subject of displacement.  Across various parts many people  called "Adivasi" are being removed from their land by large multinationals who wish to harvest natural resources from Adivasi land.  This scenario draws a disturbing parallel to the Northern Cheyenne in Montana, who must struggle to protect their microscopic partitions of land from energy developers.

In the evening we had dinner in Bangalore at an Indian Chinese fusion restaurant called Tamarind.  All of the food was spicy and delicious.  We returned to the campus and drifted off into sleep.

Friday, December 30, 2011

December 29, 2011: Bangalore: First Impressions

December 29, 2011

Arrived in Bangalore at 6 in the morning.  It was cool and clear when I first stepped out of the airport.  The first rays of the sun were creeping over the horizon.  What struck me first was the construction.  Around me there seemed to be numerous structures that were being built.  Billboards boasted of an expansion of the Bangalore airport.

As we drove from the airport, the roadside seemed to be chaos incarnate.  Half finished buildings lined the streets.  Pedestrians walked alongside the highway, not heeding the oncoming traffic.  Dogs and cows roamed through the streets.  Everywhere there were little stalls selling some obscure and needless goods.  There was garbage everywhere.  Every 30 seconds we were berated by a volley of horn blasts from rival trucks, and sometimes our own driver would blast his horn at an errant pedestrian.  Overall I had the first impression that India, more than any other country I visited, was a nation in a state of perpetual adolescence .  On one hand there were sign of exponential growth and development, but on the other hand there were visible signs of the effects of this new industrialization.

We arrived at our home for the next three weeks, a small campus called Visthar.  Visthar is called an Academy for Justice and Peace Studies.  Its primary function is the education of 70 Bandhavi.  Bandhavi are daughters of women who are victims of the Devudasi.  The Devudasi translates "God slave."  It is a system where women become property of the temple.  In the crudest of terms, these women are "temple prostitutes."  Visthar saves girls from the system of Devudasi.

We received a very gracious welcome from our hosts and took a tour of the facilities.


Throughout Visthar there are various dried wells
Afterwards we were formally greeted and witnessed a performance prepared by the girls.


After dinner, most of the group having traveled for two day, finally surrounded to the blackness of sleep.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

December 27, 2011: Dream Water

December 27, 2011

I am sitting in O'Hare right now.  My flight leaves at 8:35pm so I have three hours.  I've only had coffee for nourishment today, but I don't feel hungry.More than an anything my overall mood is one of boredom.  I have always found that air travel is a very mundane affair.  After all, International air travel is just marathon sitting.  Probably before I take off I'll take a decongestant.

I was also given something called "Dream Water"http://www.drinkdreamwater.com/ which is something that will help me sleep.  Normally I would assume that any product called "Dream Water" would be some type of roofie, or "Forget Me Now."  However, they were giving them away at the newspaper kiosk in the terminal so I will see.

The past couple of days have been filled with packing, watching "Arrested Development"  and "The Lord of the Rings."  On Monday I decided to say good bye to America by doing a bunch of American things.  This included eating a cheeseburger, watching football, watching wrestling, and listening to Nickleback's "Photograph."

Overall, I feel relaxed.  At ease, like I am a small part of a great machine that is drifting through universe.  I feel that my mind is open to the universe and it is manifesting itself through me.   I feel right.  I feel right.  I think it because I have reached Nirvana...Or because I drank the "Dream Water" five minutes ago.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BB0DU4DoPP4&ob=av2n 

Friday, December 23, 2011

December 23, 2011: Early Christmas


December 23, 2011


Since I'm flying back to Iowa tomorrow, and then flying out of Chicago on the 27th, my parents and I decided to celebrate Christmas two day early.  As with many of our Christmases, it was a quiet affair.  We opened presents.  Dad gave mom a strange present that was supposed to be a lobster, but it had more of the resemblance of a phallus, and I got a new set of clothes.    
It's a lobster.
Bear Grylls apparently wears the same brand of clothes,  but they have a similar resemblance to the garments worn by Indiana Jones.
Have the exact same shirt.
When I realized that I resembled Doctor Jones, I felt a sudden urge to watch "Temple of Doom"  Upon further consideration, I realized that "Temple of Doom" probably was less than accurate representation of India, and my dreams of becoming Doctor Jones died.  Besides the only role I could fill would be as Short Round.