Tuesday, October 13, 2009
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Monkeys descend
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Saturday, March 21, 2009
Toilet Talk
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Margaret in Old Delhi
In all the immensity and diversity and chaos of Delhi, Mom still managed to notice the only Catholic cathedral in the place, and so was set on getting to mass. Mass? I thought this would be the ideal time to practice an ecumenical attitude and try praying at one of a dozen famous mosques, or temples, or ashrams, or shrines. There's a lot of scope for spirituality here, but I could see she had her heart set on the familiar. So I found out that the Vatican Embassy holds a Sunday service and we entered the serene, renaissance scene of muted pastels and elegant statuary. The priest must have been buoyed by the full congregation, nearly 50 people, as he spoke on and on about the words everyone was handed on small pieces of paper: "You alone, O Lord, have the words of Eternal life." In this tiny island of Catholicism, surrounded by a billion Hindus, the words might better have been written: "You are not alone, young lord, for we've been talking eternal life for a few thousand years now."
But the Christians have had a significant impact here especially for the lowest castes, the dahlits or untouchables. For Hindus, eternal life must be reached through cycles of reincarnation, and your karma in this life determines how and whether you ever get out of the cycle (and achieve nirvana), and what form your reincarnation takes. So, if you are an untouchable, that's your karma, a fate you must accept and hence perform the assigned duties as best you can (such as cleaning toilets and skinning and tanning hides, traditionally the stuff no one else wants to do). When Evan heard this his reaction was, 'Quite a scam.' As he inferred, the upper castes have no incentive nor guilt to loosen the social strata to allow better opportunities for dahlits. The Christians, on the other hand, offer a faster track to eternal life through acts of compassion and charity to all, equally. So, dahlits have been the primary beneficiaries of missionary work here, and they are the largest group to convert to Christianity. Their social status immediately improves, and who knows, perhaps their shot at eternal life does too.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Mom arrived and on our first walk through the neighborhood we came upon the beginnings of a wedding celebration. The groom rode astride the white horse under a sequenced umbrella while a 20 piece bank played loud, jovial music, and the well-dressed guests danced Bollywood-style in the streets. Eventually 1000-rupee notes (~USD 20) were flung into the air, much to the amazement of the street waifs who had gathered on the fringes to gawk (like us). Lots of foreigners were among the guests. Apparently it is chic to invite all yoru foreign acquaintances to your wedding, no matter how limitd your connection.





My yoga teacher Raju invited me and a couple of her other AES students to a party to celebrate Holi, the start of spring and the celebration of new life. Powdered color, most of it containing toxic metals, is pressed into one's forehead, or if you are being playful, it can be smeared especially on the face, or diluted and sprayed with water guns and thrown in water balloons. Years ago, the streets were said to be in utter mayhem with roving intoxicated gangs 'attacking' anyone in their path with color. There is a special drink of milk with almonds and spcies containing some derivative of hashish that is commonly ingested on this special occasion, and getting 'high' is appropriate for even the most upstanding. However we weren't invited to by anyone to partake, and had to settle for theparty at the American Embassy. Out on the baseball field in a contained area were vats of colored
water, no doubt inspected for safety, and on the barbeque, burgers of course. Nobody was getting high. Even our lime sodas were virgin. We haven't truly lived the Holi experience this time around. However when Mom and I went on a morning walk in my favorite Delhi garden, Lodi Garden, families were picnicking and enjoying water fights, and mischievous boys topped and asked us for a photo, and proceeded to smear our faces in color, doubtless toxic. So we know how to live dangerously.
For more and better images of what Holi is like, go to my colleague Eric Johnson's Smugmug
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