Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Chasing trains






We went to Lucknow this weekend.
We - the 5 K College kids, Taylor and Alex from the University of Chicago, program director Nita Kumar and her daughter Irfana - were a bit late heading off to the train station (not helped by me forgetting my passport at the last minute) and then got stuck in horrendous traffic, so we arrived at the station at the exact time our train was supposed to leave. “RUN!” we were told, and run we did - despite the fact that we had no idea where we were going. We arrived breathless at one platform, only to realize that it was the wrong one, then took off again and finally found the correct train just in time to jump on as it was pulling away.
The train was nice - air-conditioned, with squishy stacked bed-benches. We brought lots of crunchy, packaged snacks and happened to be sitting close to the two CUTEST babies in the world, both of which helped passed the time. Somewhere around 10pm we pulled into Lucknow.
Some highlights from Lucknow:
“The Residency,” ruins of a British fort that was attacked by Indians in 1857. The Indians put up a good fight, but were ultimately defeated.
Barra Imambara, a building where Muslims gather on the anniversary of Muhammed’s grandson’s martyrdom. The upper floors of the building was a labyrinth of narrow stone tunnels - tremendously fun and pretty confusing.
Our hotel room, which had fluffy white beds and working air-conditioning. Living the good life!
Eating delicious meals, both at the hotel’s rooftop restaurant and at Nita’s mother’s home the following night. After gorging myself on mutton kebabs, chicken, channa masala (chickpeas) and lentil patties, my protein deficit has been fulfilled. I’m now prepared to handle another 7 weeks of potato sandwiches.
Visiting a fair-trade shop. A little pricey, but I got beautiful kurtis and cards!
Our train on the way home was significantly less comfortable than our first train. Our lovely beds were replaced by upright chairs, and the weak air-conditioning went off every time the train stop - which happened often, for long periods of time, in what appeared to be the middle of nowhere. The other disappointment was that water was not available for purchase on this train, which was a significant concern for me. After several hours, I decided that I was going to find some water - goddamnit! - and eventually figured out that we were about to stop at a station where I could buy some. Katie, Ben, our new friend Ritz and I got off at the station and located water, but as we were buying it we saw that the train had begun moving! We sprinted through the station and eventually hopped onto the closest car we could reach - Ben, Ritz and I in one car, and Katie in a car in front of us. We rode for a while - the nighttime breeze making the coach car surprisingly pleasant - until the train slowed to another inexplicable stop in the middle of a rice paddy. Climbing down from the train to switch cars, I misjudged the height and fell, landing on my knee. It immediately began throbbing, but nevermind that - the train was moving again! Again, we ran after it and managed to jump onto the correct car. Back in 3rd class AC, we passed three hours reading and talking, and arrived in Varanasi only an hour behind schedule. My knee is a bit swollen and bruised. There are two small cuts, which I’m hoping will turn into scars. A small price to pay for such adventures.
Trains are great.

Pictures: Sign outside Barra Imambara. A view of a mosque. Our group on the rooftop of Barra Imambara. The Residency. Our new friend on the train to Lucknow.

Here's one for Ben's mom!


Benji on August 12, with his ice cream cake. Happy 21st birthday, Ben!

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

MONSOON!

Today started out as a scorcher. After a fifteen minute walk this morning, I had completely soaked through my clothes in sweat. The heat and humidity had been building for days, and there didn't seem to be any sign that they'd relent. Then, around 3pm, the sky clouded over and the rain came pouring down. It's the biggest rain we've had yet, and the cool water felt heavenly. Cathy, Ben and I went outside and ran around the grounds of Nirman in the downpour (wearing clothes that were ready for a good wash). Kids giggled and pointed at us from their classroom windows; the cooks clearly thought we were crazy. Right after the rains began, the kids were let out of school. They jumped and screamed and laughed and splashed, unable to contain their giddiness. The cool air felt delicious, the raindrops made happy little plunking noises and the excitement was contagious. I can see why Indians love the monsoon season!

Friday, August 6, 2010

A few sights around Varanasi






Pictures: A street near Assi Ghat. My Hindi homework - scriptwriting feels like learning a secret language. Katie eating Domino's pizza with Ronald McDonald at the Mall in Varanasi - what a weird evening. TRASH, so much trash. Cows on Assi Ghat, next to the Ganga River.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Host family!

Last week, we moved back to Nirman after spending two and a half weeks living with host families. Cathy and I lived together with a family in Kabir Choura, a musicians’ neighborhood in Varanasi. For over a hundred years, our family has lived in the same house and passed along the trade of musicianship. This meant we got to enjoy some great tabla, sitar and violin performances - and even have an introductory sitar lesson from our host father. Our three teenage host brothers (along with the many other somehow-related-to-the-family cousins who were always hanging around) spent a lot of time with Cathy and I, and we learned so much about what it means to grow up here. Our host mother didn’t speak English, but we communicated with her more and more throughout our stay. She made wonderful food for us everyday - a favorite was the sweet-filled meeti puri, which she taught us to make on our last night. Our host grandparents also lived with the family. Our host grandmother spoke no English, but was very sweet to us and told us (through a translator) that we looked like fairies. Our host grandfather had severe dementia. It was really wonderful to see the entire family pitch in to care for him, including the teenage brothers who took turns sleeping with him during the night. My experience with my host family brought into focus so many large and small differences between life in the U.S. and life in India - from the normal dinner time of 11:00pm to the joint family structure, in which several generations live in the same home. Cathy and I are looking forward to seeing our family again next week, as they’ve promised to take us to the best kebab restaurant in Varanasi!

Pictures: The meeti puri we made! Our host father playing his sitar. Our host mom showing us how to make meeti puri. Cathy and I with our host mom. Our host brothers as we often found them, playing "Chicken Space Invaders" on the computer. Host brothers Abishek and Guloo.