tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72493351171134692342024-03-20T03:57:11.091-07:00The Cullens in IndiaOur family's account of life in India from August - December 2009 while Mike teaches in Chennai as a Fulbright Exchange Teacher.Carla Luna Cullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10245197620080383172noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249335117113469234.post-58119871850157924172009-12-31T14:24:00.000-08:002009-12-31T15:47:25.053-08:00<strong>The Last Days of the Maharajas</strong><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><p>It is eight a.m. in India, but outside our airplane window, it is pitch dark. I have no idea where we are in our flight path right now – all I know is that the sun will be rising when we land in Frankfurt.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-K0S3fm8dhBSujgpvAdKHHVtcPz203CP_N2E1iFsL9-1W8u-yw6kIptCQFehmYEomRSuDH1ns0xJTCYkOAIiqfYAhvXfTOfWUXoMQbZrrWRpbXuFl4kMkVA30yxGlLq3Gq76mm6aSCGM3/s1600-h/India+2009+606.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421535205138840962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-K0S3fm8dhBSujgpvAdKHHVtcPz203CP_N2E1iFsL9-1W8u-yw6kIptCQFehmYEomRSuDH1ns0xJTCYkOAIiqfYAhvXfTOfWUXoMQbZrrWRpbXuFl4kMkVA30yxGlLq3Gq76mm6aSCGM3/s320/India+2009+606.jpg" border="0" /></a>When I last wrote, we were packing to leave Chennai. Our last few days there passed in a flurry of good-byes, gifts, final meals, and frantic attempts to stuff all our belongings into our suitcases. We were sad to be leaving our temporary home on Karpagam Avenue 3rd Street, but excited to be taking one last excursion before heading back to the United States. This time, we planned to visit a little of Northern India, with a day reserved for Agra – home of the Taj Mahal.</p><p>We set out from Delhi on December 26, stopping to pick up our friend, fellow Fulbright Teacher, Evelina, who would be joining us for our travels. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmOQeg5KG9EiuqOVK49TDMuFBCGmg1xEhMX3lJKE5Uk81x0fdCagJbEhfs0i5_n27xmEALmXjG15g0rpRZqixEX6IlOVnQZ0r-jSeeujdM1AApIen9NO3b3NRAZL-886fnKi5Ls6FAumYi/s1600-h/India+2009+630.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421536743283000466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmOQeg5KG9EiuqOVK49TDMuFBCGmg1xEhMX3lJKE5Uk81x0fdCagJbEhfs0i5_n27xmEALmXjG15g0rpRZqixEX6IlOVnQZ0r-jSeeujdM1AApIen9NO3b3NRAZL-886fnKi5Ls6FAumYi/s320/India+2009+630.jpg" border="0" /></a>Our first day did not bode well for the trip (inauspicious!), as we encountered horrible traffic driving into Agra. We got in so late that we had to postpone visiting the Taj until the next morning, which actually worked out better, since we got there as the sun was rising. Our first glimpses of the monument were stunning – slightly enveloped in the early morning mist, it looked ethereal and I felt like we had stepped back in time. Apparently, we weren’t the only ones with the bright idea of viewing the Taj at sunrise, as a lot of people were already there when we arrived. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ8cpuyUxy4Mean33CGd0HcW6kUkPeN28nRv1arpiWgew__4kam5Tm3zLhFc4iOTozULkAcmJYrPtb7Nn5PU7XQsxwoxO_NrOhBoquYSCoeWjQhnrL4cY-4DPZddqdvVsFeLMAkPrtfDZM/s1600-h/India+2009+669.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421537885641657442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ8cpuyUxy4Mean33CGd0HcW6kUkPeN28nRv1arpiWgew__4kam5Tm3zLhFc4iOTozULkAcmJYrPtb7Nn5PU7XQsxwoxO_NrOhBoquYSCoeWjQhnrL4cY-4DPZddqdvVsFeLMAkPrtfDZM/s320/India+2009+669.jpg" border="0" /></a>However, the site is so spread out that we never felt too overwhelmed by the crowds. We wandered for hours, checking out the beautiful marble-work up close and taking loads of photos (including the famous “touching the Taj” trick photos). As the sun rose, the Taj emerged from the mist, giving us a perfect view, although, in all honesty, no photograph can do justice to the monument.</p><br /><br /><p>After the Taj, we did not linger in Agra, but went on to Jaipur, stopping en route to visit Fatehpur Sikri, the former palace and royal city of Emperor Akbar, that served as the capital of the Mughal Empire for fourteen years, during the 16th century. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipfkS28spQnRa4N_L3dFTPIELlPtm5w9K5d8AgyuL1jD9MNqZOvZOjMNDhM68mIasZxQWjl1FEF2IFe8eQqAj2JN9VCEcsQ3IUaSD5C4fZIUuGdBmpOWk_9bHxkzbTwtiUezXgGWyApNfo/s1600-h/India+2009+623.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421539879568169986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipfkS28spQnRa4N_L3dFTPIELlPtm5w9K5d8AgyuL1jD9MNqZOvZOjMNDhM68mIasZxQWjl1FEF2IFe8eQqAj2JN9VCEcsQ3IUaSD5C4fZIUuGdBmpOWk_9bHxkzbTwtiUezXgGWyApNfo/s320/India+2009+623.jpg" border="0" /></a>We reached Jaipur around sunset, then checked into the Narain Niwas Palace Hotel – a heritage hotel that was once the country residence of a nobleman who served the one of the Rajput Maharajas. Even more impressive than the arched facade of the hotel and the peacocks strolling the grounds, were our rooms – huge suites that were the size of small apartments, each one with a giant, gaudy chandelier, carved teak furniture, high, painted ceilings, and portraits of past maharajas and other Rajput noblemen. Yes, for our final two nights in India, we were going to live like royalty.<br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwFyYpiRolKKkOu75zjegBiKy5bygOV8e_FSSw7Eg0JBOyjYFsv_Aj74gDoFXykw0zKVTK_5oAy0H2w_LDMarfSGKlwCEP9CLSNpkDzQHj2if5j-XBh2h2NdNfzrWkBFFVet3BNmAdqdrx/s1600-h/India+2009+739.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421542033181579266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwFyYpiRolKKkOu75zjegBiKy5bygOV8e_FSSw7Eg0JBOyjYFsv_Aj74gDoFXykw0zKVTK_5oAy0H2w_LDMarfSGKlwCEP9CLSNpkDzQHj2if5j-XBh2h2NdNfzrWkBFFVet3BNmAdqdrx/s200/India+2009+739.jpg" border="0" /></a>Jaipur is also known as the “pink city” for the distinctive pink sandstone buildings found in the Old City. On our day of touring, we drove through this area, stopping to take photos of the visually stunning “Palace of the Winds” with its dozens of windows. Then it was on to the Amber Fort, one of the most amazing palace/forts I have seen in India. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD0HeQ4nCY97xdxSbPyJU4UcFPzekZvzPFSEOx9GIDjxw28Zh57Q9B18RdLduOmkchKMTfgwGGYW74xXFvtd9qiVezDdWwZUHsKeT4coyk_ApgCrFatWqSfydnSmMOTDN72rvw-OCO_o-U/s1600-h/amberladies.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421542780420642626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD0HeQ4nCY97xdxSbPyJU4UcFPzekZvzPFSEOx9GIDjxw28Zh57Q9B18RdLduOmkchKMTfgwGGYW74xXFvtd9qiVezDdWwZUHsKeT4coyk_ApgCrFatWqSfydnSmMOTDN72rvw-OCO_o-U/s320/amberladies.jpg" border="0" /></a>Even from a distance, it loomed up on the hill, surrounded by a huge wall. We spent hours exploring the 16th century fort, crawling up tiny, hidden passageways (thank goodness for James’infrared mini-scope!), waving from the balconies where the ladies of the court would have watched processions, and taking photos of the audience hall that whose ceiling and walls were covered with thousands of tiny mirrors. After the fort, it was on to the Jantar Mantar, a really funky, huge outdoor observatory/astronomy park built in the 18th century. The park was full of huge structures that looked kind of like giant wheels and skateboard ramps, all of which were used for various astronomical purposes, such as charting the sun’s position, calculating the angle of the planets, and so on. The kids and I could not understand any of it, but Mike was clearly in his element.</p><br /><p>On our last full night in India, we sat outside, in the cool evening air, warmed by bonfires, eating delicious chicken tikka and tandoori kebabs, while being entertained by a Rajasthani cultural program. We felt very fortunate to have come this far, and to be ending our stay on such a pleasant note. James got one last chance in the spotlight when one of the performers – a young boy his age wearing a turban – asked him up to the stage to join in the dancing. To his credit, James did a great job in keeping up with the other boy’s moves. The next morning, we left Jaipur to return to Delhi for our 2:00 a.m. flight. And now we are here, flying over Europe, slowly making our way back to the U.S. As excited as I am to be coming home, I’m sad that our journey is finally at an end. It has been a difficult, amazing, transforming experience, and none of us will ever forget it. When you leave someone’s home in South India, it is customary to say “Poitu varain,” which is Tamil for, “I will go and come back.” In return, your host responds, “Poitu vanga,” meaning, “Please go and come back.” So, India, I will not say good-bye, only “Poitu varain.” And in return, I hope you will reply, “Poitu vanga.”</p></div></div></div></div></div></div>Carla Luna Cullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10245197620080383172noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249335117113469234.post-2854188635915336532009-12-22T20:33:00.000-08:002009-12-22T22:05:45.328-08:00<strong>On Leaving Chennai</strong><br /><br />I am surrounded by suitcases, piles of gifts, and books to be sorted through. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV4g2jCn-YkTQ2AjOS0zscc4xk3uqXQPX-KnjUKZTgX8CMjeksVEkV9rjmfySdCFnbLq10h0My20HnakT5n-NYoL3rpns6142jJEGp4N8vDCVpBb8PITwMIJvJ3qd9MojIcxs-srD97EVL/s1600-h/India+2009+582.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418286753672819810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV4g2jCn-YkTQ2AjOS0zscc4xk3uqXQPX-KnjUKZTgX8CMjeksVEkV9rjmfySdCFnbLq10h0My20HnakT5n-NYoL3rpns6142jJEGp4N8vDCVpBb8PITwMIJvJ3qd9MojIcxs-srD97EVL/s320/India+2009+582.jpg" border="0" /></a>Mike and the kids are at school and I am faced with the daunting task of packing everything up, as we leave Chennai in two days, on Christmas Day. I am filled with a sense of excitement to be going home, and a slight wistfulness, as I will miss our apartment and our life here. On the occasion of our imminent departure, I thought it only necessary that I give the city its due. Because, after four months of life here, I have come to like Chennai far more than I thought I would.<br /><div><div><div><div><p> </p><p>When the Fulbright committee first informed us, back in March, that we might be assigned to Chennai, the first thing I did was grab my world atlas and look for the city. I had no luck finding it, leading me to believe that it must be a tiny village, too small to merit a dot on the large map of the Indian subcontinent. However, after a quick Internet search, I found out that Chennai was not a small village, but a bustling city of over six million people, located in southeast India, on the Bay of Bengal. The reason I had not been able to find it was because it was formerly known as Madras until the 1990s. When I had the chance to peruse the travel section of our local bookstore, what I read about Chennai did not inspire me. The guidebooks pointed out its lack of tourist attractions, and one book wrote that it was “polluted, crowded, and muggy.” Although these books did not instill a feeling of confidence in me, we accepted the posting nonetheless, as we thought it would still be exciting to spend five months living in India. I am so glad that we chose to come. In fact, as far as postings go, Mike and I think he got one of the best assignments.</p><p>So what is it I like about Chennai? Perhaps it is the tropical vibe – the coconut palms and flame of the forest trees, the huge expanse of Marina Beach, and the bustle of life all around me. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeT2oA9Pq5D3iAlaJvc192yGZ3RSNl3BACgU4PiJwttyjINY7UF_4bM8OA9jYslMq0dTZaO6hR_x25DDHoSEladUGjNVV7Tpi4680wDhyphenhyphenGEADrVs2vnapmglWsulssRmE62by9-oWGvzv3/s1600-h/India+2009+436.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418290327550932994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeT2oA9Pq5D3iAlaJvc192yGZ3RSNl3BACgU4PiJwttyjINY7UF_4bM8OA9jYslMq0dTZaO6hR_x25DDHoSEladUGjNVV7Tpi4680wDhyphenhyphenGEADrVs2vnapmglWsulssRmE62by9-oWGvzv3/s320/India+2009+436.jpg" border="0" /></a>In many ways it reminds of Los Angeles, a city near to my heart, because of the beaches, the palm trees, and the crazy traffic. On the one hand, it is a city full of Western conveniences, be it Pizza Hut and KFC, movie theaters that show English-language blockbusters, Levis stores, and video game arcades. On the other, it is a city still steeped in tradition, where religion is an integral part of daily life. During our morning auto-rickshaw commute to Vidya Mandir school, we pass by the huge Kapaleeshwarar temple, a dominant landmark in the Mylapore district. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBiECS9cA63j-5Y2cTrh0j65rpwu_D7XV4d-d8DzhpZTLFzthMKzeYBY_5YOR0g3kEeO6ePA0OhQhjbLKEg8NrJD-5PvHBq5p6df7Xp1ZkWA-hAXC-97sNbVJBnLlHFoB7Xa0uZTD9g4lj/s1600-h/India+2009+231.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418299620278790130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBiECS9cA63j-5Y2cTrh0j65rpwu_D7XV4d-d8DzhpZTLFzthMKzeYBY_5YOR0g3kEeO6ePA0OhQhjbLKEg8NrJD-5PvHBq5p6df7Xp1ZkWA-hAXC-97sNbVJBnLlHFoB7Xa0uZTD9g4lj/s200/India+2009+231.jpg" border="0" /></a>All around it are women sitting along the curb, selling garlands of jasmine and marigolds, which will be bought by the people going to the temple to do puja (prayer). Many of the doorsteps we pass by are freshly decorated with kolam - patterns made from rice powder -which have decorative as well as religious purposes. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi54lR3iLgtRQ3JjXDS_cHTL3SpQ1zlVIYsO8ihaIep_64OHaDXWRo23Xpgug3BECzq7od9c_EFT7b9FuC21tqqOK8qw7Ld9qVZWU6buvXWDW7dqBTPlCw55A8nzJ_B4fHyjYsobU9tiQbb/s1600-h/India+2009+266.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418291776876691874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi54lR3iLgtRQ3JjXDS_cHTL3SpQ1zlVIYsO8ihaIep_64OHaDXWRo23Xpgug3BECzq7od9c_EFT7b9FuC21tqqOK8qw7Ld9qVZWU6buvXWDW7dqBTPlCw55A8nzJ_B4fHyjYsobU9tiQbb/s200/India+2009+266.jpg" border="0" /></a>The morning ride is never dull, and my senses are always full of sights and sounds – wooden carts piled high with pyramids of limes, bananas and apples; green-uniformed sweepers cleaning up the streets; coconut vendors; women selling freshly caught fish and prawns; men on bicycles carrying everything from buckets to huge tins of filter coffee, and children of all ages, in their various colored uniforms, walking to school or riding with their parents on motorcycles. </p><p>I was told, after arriving here, that the people of South India are far more hospitable than those in North India. I cannot vouch for the north, as we were only in Delhi for four days, but I would definitely agree that the south is a welcoming place to be. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimb5r9q-pMKsiRUpfzDuqdJQ2cJAJV2ly8G5K_0ipReut9ev2da5tBqgfC51v6n_h4hblMjxbnGElTe1DHfK-UTTbVYSW_B6_Ar818u2oHdwhxLO3MGmIo7sqOgC5a_KlayjLPmlrtnuC9/s1600-h/India+2009+539.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418300705314029330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimb5r9q-pMKsiRUpfzDuqdJQ2cJAJV2ly8G5K_0ipReut9ev2da5tBqgfC51v6n_h4hblMjxbnGElTe1DHfK-UTTbVYSW_B6_Ar818u2oHdwhxLO3MGmIo7sqOgC5a_KlayjLPmlrtnuC9/s320/India+2009+539.jpg" border="0" /></a>Throughout Tamil Nadu, we have found most people to be friendly – if someone approaches us at a temple or a tourist site, it is usually not to harass us, but to ask us where we’re from, how we like India, and inevitably, if we will pose for a photo with them. The people we have met during our stay here, especially the teachers at Vidya Mandir, our Tamil instructor, my yoga teacher, and James' keyboard teacher, have made us feel very welcome in this country. Although this trip is meant to be an exchange, I feel like we can never properly reciprocate the generosity we have received, unless people choose to visit us in the U.S.! </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd_1bSxWTZY0DpWpqS3FlzY11g4vEFUOzC7p0DplB7D4yDTbx7hiwHr9dR9zor09yVkR3dYRToMIj_n8JV5wLmivv1ChZJxXHuHLHLOunWJvoOlkiV9MBfqMZEETvWhFkzpDBV9v3ztIgR/s1600-h/India+2009+583.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418287639079398354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd_1bSxWTZY0DpWpqS3FlzY11g4vEFUOzC7p0DplB7D4yDTbx7hiwHr9dR9zor09yVkR3dYRToMIj_n8JV5wLmivv1ChZJxXHuHLHLOunWJvoOlkiV9MBfqMZEETvWhFkzpDBV9v3ztIgR/s320/India+2009+583.jpg" border="0" /></a>When I have gone out to explore Chennai on my own, I have never felt threatened, even though Western women are not a common site. Most people let me go about my business, without any hassles. I was warned that the auto-rickshaw drivers would try to cheat me at every turn, but most of them have been fair. The drivers at our auto-stand at the end of Karpagam Avenue 3rd Street always greet us cheerfully, and have even come down the block to pick us up during the monsoon, when our street turned into the “Karpagam River.” </p><p>I also feel fortunate that we were given such a great place to live. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRlW5sHG3chtR2pfGhmclfOWE_6VdFglswbV3ySWvpXDFOjma57k8arCtbRP_zVsyQMW4tTkttwkJu3MyaBAXd_2GPj9ZlaiwhS749Xf5vg1uC8AtMlkIwXCPoptOBHVO7Qv_jBiZ2vmlB/s1600-h/India+2009+474.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418293535353593490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRlW5sHG3chtR2pfGhmclfOWE_6VdFglswbV3ySWvpXDFOjma57k8arCtbRP_zVsyQMW4tTkttwkJu3MyaBAXd_2GPj9ZlaiwhS749Xf5vg1uC8AtMlkIwXCPoptOBHVO7Qv_jBiZ2vmlB/s320/India+2009+474.jpg" border="0" /></a>Our apartment, which is now decked out for Christmas, has been very comfortable and centrally located. We also really like our Karpagam Avnue neighborhood. On the corner are James’ keyboard classes, the local grocery stand, and a South Indian vegetarian restaurant, which sells awesome samosas and onion bajji (onion rings). Down the block, we have the bustling Santhome High Road, with our favorite afterschool hangout, 36 Degrees (with the unusual slogan “At 36 Degrees U go Minus”), where we get brownies, French fries and awesome banana milkshakes. The delivery guys at Sangeetha (vegetarian restaurant) and Hotel Marina Park (non-veg, with great chicken tikka) know our address by now, and can be here in twenty minutes. School is a ten-minute auto ride away, in Mylapore, where you can buy just about anything, super cheap from the Luz shopping district. It is a fun, interesting, colorful place to be, and visually, there is rarely a dull moment. </p><p>So I think the guidebooks were wrong. Perhaps, if you were just passing through for a day, you wouldn’t notice the city’s charms, and you would have no desire to linger. But as for us, after four months here, we feel like we couldn’t have chosen a better place to stay for our life in India.</p></div></div></div></div>Carla Luna Cullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10245197620080383172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249335117113469234.post-21990341453505073502009-12-14T04:36:00.000-08:002009-12-14T05:06:50.130-08:00<strong>Excursions in Karnataka</strong><br /><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-a-n-895cNZim5UDIn7Iw0S2pPa-ATNyN3aggiEPZc7SmligeSCks2O8ymH_vKKmocULV-fWXEXo-YiBEx2WdfUwdm2XY-V2z0AMQI04bkxNQuZm1kDCt9mcutdTiCWakdTNLNmK1g_Yf/s1600-h/India+2009+047.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415076920230126050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-a-n-895cNZim5UDIn7Iw0S2pPa-ATNyN3aggiEPZc7SmligeSCks2O8ymH_vKKmocULV-fWXEXo-YiBEx2WdfUwdm2XY-V2z0AMQI04bkxNQuZm1kDCt9mcutdTiCWakdTNLNmK1g_Yf/s200/India+2009+047.jpg" border="0" /></a>With only a few weeks to go before leaving India, I decided to take the kids out of school for one last trip. Mike, unfortunately, did not get to join us, as he had to stay and teach at Vidya Mandir, but I figured that I had acquired enough India-savvy to travel on my own with the kids. For our destination, we chose Karnataka, the only other state in South India we had yet to visit. Our plan was to divide our time between the city of Mysore and the national parks near the Kabini River. The journey to Mysore, on the Shatabdi Express, was quite pleasant, if a little long (seven hours). Along the way, we did not go hungry, as we were given water bottles, South Indian coffee, breakfast, lunch, cookies, candy, and tomato soup! </div><br /><br /><div>Mysore is a popular city among school groups, as it has a lot of historical monuments. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Qof3j1E717AxWPQU_tXfuLWJqyTrlDvhouHWIredWaL-1s4ui4o2_bzdwEiWUJiZB4b2rFomQv9_QEKE_OL_r2P2BlOSLc6gf-RJD0Pk4LKMYBd-YzMCFHssjAT3aF23fKPH-SvjjAqt/s1600-h/India+2009+053.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415075522465155362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Qof3j1E717AxWPQU_tXfuLWJqyTrlDvhouHWIredWaL-1s4ui4o2_bzdwEiWUJiZB4b2rFomQv9_QEKE_OL_r2P2BlOSLc6gf-RJD0Pk4LKMYBd-YzMCFHssjAT3aF23fKPH-SvjjAqt/s320/India+2009+053.jpg" border="0" /></a>The most well known is the Amba Vilas Palace – an impressive structure dominated by domes, turrets and colonnades that was home to the Wodeyar family (former ruling dynasty of Mysore). As beautiful as the palace is by day, it is even more striking at night, when it is lit by over 9,000 bulbs. We also visited the Brindivan Gardens, a terraced garden at the foot of the Krishna Raja Sagar Dam, notable for its beautiful fountains, illuminated by colored lights in the evenings. This being Southern India, we had to see a few temples as well, and we went to the 11th century <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM-t9Fm74emRWtQFNb6I-xyg_lxe7RUJ9nTrD0g7OaP0XCoqrJOg8KcWyNjiTGSTwVg52uTBq4SOOqXFfPb83OeVGsFQOKtJA_8_WXvfNU8MorI1D4TDZgFG8H8U-YrTKOBuz063kWMk7g/s1600-h/India+2009+062.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415073814406539378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM-t9Fm74emRWtQFNb6I-xyg_lxe7RUJ9nTrD0g7OaP0XCoqrJOg8KcWyNjiTGSTwVg52uTBq4SOOqXFfPb83OeVGsFQOKtJA_8_WXvfNU8MorI1D4TDZgFG8H8U-YrTKOBuz063kWMk7g/s320/India+2009+062.jpg" border="0" /></a>Chamundeswari temple on Chamundi Hill, though we chose the easy route of driving to the top rather than walking up all 1,000 steps! I liked the area for its great views of the city, while the kids were captivated by the cute temple monkeys. We also visited the 13th century Hoysala temple of Somnathpur, located about an hour outside the city, which had great rock-cut carvings. Along the way, we saw coconut palms, big banyan trees, sugar cane fields and bullock carts carrying huge loads of wood. There were times, driving through some of the smaller villages, where I felt like I was transported back in time, other than the large satellite dishes on top of the tiny houses!</div><br /><br /><div>After Mysore, it was on to the Kabini River Lodge, located just outside Nagarhole National Park (formerly a hunting preserve for the Mysore royal family). We chose the Kabini Lodge because it offered small jeep safaris into the park twice a day – at sunrise and in the late afternoon.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiROscJkvn1dt7iJTxDGqPZfkt9jXtK1pVHkUM5X5-bcGozmALSRZcDuZsUz2taW5HymnHadqj0ip5KnmkPXX537yzdQNreOzW3yFvl_Qk6X4WkK_uqlAws3uedWG4ShZbrSmVndODQJkvq/s1600-h/India+2009+028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415072949114812226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiROscJkvn1dt7iJTxDGqPZfkt9jXtK1pVHkUM5X5-bcGozmALSRZcDuZsUz2taW5HymnHadqj0ip5KnmkPXX537yzdQNreOzW3yFvl_Qk6X4WkK_uqlAws3uedWG4ShZbrSmVndODQJkvq/s320/India+2009+028.jpg" border="0" /></a> On our first safari, we were very fortunate. Not only did we see elephants, sambar deer, eagles, peacocks, and monkeys, but we had a female leopard cross our path. As soon as the leopard ran into the bushes, our guide directed the jeep to race at a breakneck speed to a spot where the leopard might emerge. For our family, seated in the back row of the jeep, it was a crazy, bumpy ride, kind of like at an amusement park, and even though I was clinging on for dear life (there were no seatbelts, of course), the kids were loving it. We never did find the leopard, but we found another one (a male) hiding in the bushes, stalking its prey. It amazed me how our guide had such amazing senses – he could see birds and animals that were very well hidden and knew when certain types of animals were giving out warning calls. Alas, this first trip set the bar a little high, as our guide was now obsessed with finding more big cats to show us on our next two safaris, but with no luck. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2F7Cv0GerOxc-hrKf3wlzgPMYsvq1z976zxlydOWNB0xjgL4WlzatwQHuokCV823aHyGcmnAExxhnHLgx2ytki9gTURWHP8TXTAM_Mtu7oiqTXb0lN2KTCF8Peif-W6RBxnBvjf2xLZjw/s1600-h/India+2009+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415072375521032386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2F7Cv0GerOxc-hrKf3wlzgPMYsvq1z976zxlydOWNB0xjgL4WlzatwQHuokCV823aHyGcmnAExxhnHLgx2ytki9gTURWHP8TXTAM_Mtu7oiqTXb0lN2KTCF8Peif-W6RBxnBvjf2xLZjw/s320/India+2009+019.jpg" border="0" /></a>However, we did see some wild elephants up close – the solitary males with their huge tusks, eating bamboo, and the females with their young, drinking from a salt lick and spraying themselves with dirt. On our river safari, we were treated to a peaceful scene of various animals – monkeys, wild board, deer, peacocks, egrets – hanging out by the river as the sun was setting, while across the riverbank, we could see a male elephant taking a drink and spraying water from his trunk. </div><br /><br /><div>Even at our camp, there was wildlife to be seen, because right outside our cottage was an elaborate treehouse with a huge rope net underneath.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgctn72iBjgeKAbrED7Awx1_OvsAwh1iRPvokXjjgTij-cO2mV72nCApq0Uo3SQqPlWMOUVZohNvcXL0IjWKGU8Yow7FDw75Xsc9p1xKe_pX7z9zekhyphenhyphenq1yWb8wCOUz-MH48lDxoBcngZgK/s1600-h/IMG_4507.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415071572914871970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgctn72iBjgeKAbrED7Awx1_OvsAwh1iRPvokXjjgTij-cO2mV72nCApq0Uo3SQqPlWMOUVZohNvcXL0IjWKGU8Yow7FDw75Xsc9p1xKe_pX7z9zekhyphenhyphenq1yWb8wCOUz-MH48lDxoBcngZgK/s320/IMG_4507.JPG" border="0" /></a> I assumed this was for the guests to play on, even though I would not let Taz and James climb up to the top of the treehouse, as the ladder was far too dubious looking. However, we soon realized that the house and rope net were not for people, but for the resident monkeys, who used the structure as a huge play area. We had great fun watching them, until we heard a strange cry above us and saw an enormous swarm of the biggest bats I have ever seen – flying right over our heads. But even that did not drive us inside – it was only when Taz felt her feet burning and realized she was being attacked by fire ants that we retreated to the safety of our cottage! In all, though, we loved our experience of being so close to wildlife, and we only wished we had time to visit some of the other nature preserves in India before leaving at the end of December. </div></div></div></div></div></div>Carla Luna Cullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10245197620080383172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249335117113469234.post-37256106567272376072009-11-26T04:55:00.000-08:002009-11-26T06:09:14.020-08:00<strong>Temple Towns of the South</strong><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPRdPGuHsAx4VQy8K0bRNIqsLqeeaqncOmgZQ1qBFbRajXkhyd3vSLxgaGYkA_zLq309GkOFXI7l85r8frltVlriuaJeCUXZADk6G1WNUk4PI-yAgWWoaHVwVe8CWavUBu2_zxLH2NV0k9/s1600/India+2009+455.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408396926775159458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPRdPGuHsAx4VQy8K0bRNIqsLqeeaqncOmgZQ1qBFbRajXkhyd3vSLxgaGYkA_zLq309GkOFXI7l85r8frltVlriuaJeCUXZADk6G1WNUk4PI-yAgWWoaHVwVe8CWavUBu2_zxLH2NV0k9/s320/India+2009+455.jpg" border="0" /></a>Time for vacation again! This time, our family was headed south to Pondicherry, for the Fulbright Conference. We were all excited to go, as the conference would give us a chance to re-connect with the five other Fulbright Exchange teachers posted in India and hear about all their adventures. Since we had a few free days before the meetings began, we decided to check out some of the famous Hindu temples of the South. Unlike North India, which was heavily influenced by various waves of Muslim invasions, the South was dominated by regional dynasties and developed its own unique religious and political institutions. The most visible legacy of these dynasties is their amazing temples, noted for their gigantic gateway towers, or gopura.</div><div></div><div>On Saturday, joined by fellow Fulbright teachers Evelina and James (who had flown in from Delhi and Mumbai, respectively), we flew out of Chennai to Tiruchirapalli (also known as Trichy, which is far easier to pronounce and spell!) in central Tamil Nadu. Due to flight delays, we did not actually get to our hotel until midnight. The kids are getting more used to travel in India now, as they barely complained about the late hour or the long wait for an extra bed and towels for our room. </div><br /><div>Our first stop was the Ranganathaswamy Temple in Srirangam, noted in one of our <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDmYLaNLbrMMWl7oGABX_12eQbtkHk31gM8aHl_kxfajIoq_P_bCk32HjxrP4zMPqtwL2nmurlC01iFf9Se6MlSTurkP-KEy282eQhCK80KnynCpPm9Kf83F-c3Z54hFnmH9zxASrA9aFF/s1600/India+2009+452.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408397767501152674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDmYLaNLbrMMWl7oGABX_12eQbtkHk31gM8aHl_kxfajIoq_P_bCk32HjxrP4zMPqtwL2nmurlC01iFf9Se6MlSTurkP-KEy282eQhCK80KnynCpPm9Kf83F-c3Z54hFnmH9zxASrA9aFF/s320/India+2009+452.jpg" border="0" /></a>guidebooks as “the largest temple complex in India.” It was truly huge, composed of seven walled courtyards, covering more than 120 acres. We entered through an immense and very colorful gopura, which was crowded with a stunning array of carved Hindu gods, goddesses, and mythological figures. It is interesting to note that the temples are not just beautiful tourist attractions (for foreigners and Indians), but active prayer sites, and we saw a number of pilgrims performing puja, including small children with shaved heads. We declined the offer of a local guide, preferring instead to wander around on our own and absorb all the wonderful details. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoXG1b1cDgv5GfFZWjQ_CW5fuVo0spe3IqutATHq_6Uh38TfNd6D89FJSMFv0f8-urBfAm3lMRPYpnf3grjRaosg9NTk3TebvE9Q-MMHWxtouDks84Zf8QIULCNR7OyduhFQpmFmrc71L0/s1600/India+2009+459.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408398572242740178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoXG1b1cDgv5GfFZWjQ_CW5fuVo0spe3IqutATHq_6Uh38TfNd6D89FJSMFv0f8-urBfAm3lMRPYpnf3grjRaosg9NTk3TebvE9Q-MMHWxtouDks84Zf8QIULCNR7OyduhFQpmFmrc71L0/s320/India+2009+459.jpg" border="0" /></a>The kids were very excited at the appearance of the temple elephant, who had a neat trick: if you placed a coin in his trunk, he would scoop it up, give it to his handler, and then pat your head with his trunk as a blessing. James was blessed three times, so we figure he’s covered for luck. After Srirangam, we went on to the Rock Fort, which entailed climbing up 400 steps (James counted, and it was actually only 364). The view was pretty awesome, as we could see the gopura at Srirangam towering above all the other buildings in Trichy. James’ elephant blessing must have worked in our favor, as the rain held off until we were finished sightseeing in Trichy and headed to the next town, Thanjavur (also known as Tanjore).</div><br /><div>In Tanjore, we stayed at a wonderful resort on the Cauvery River. We had a truly memorable swim at 7:00 p.m. that evening, in total darkness, as soft rain fell intermittently. Despite the rain, the air temperature was still in the 80’s and the water was even warmer! We were warned there were snakes on the paths, but all we saw was a lone frog, sharing the pool with us.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgAsD1q0XnlsWJR_5v4-o5duUY1uJe-0BvSLT5P7xB1a6KEW-xR4uz_8FFOj4T5FFQapLVdFAkHYFQXE8fHn7DxUWw0JH_0HVr8AuxR5CrE4OYQudVU5JOcPpitG6KpTlZ9ovxU5SKo8z9/s1600/India+2009+451.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408399789987363650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgAsD1q0XnlsWJR_5v4-o5duUY1uJe-0BvSLT5P7xB1a6KEW-xR4uz_8FFOj4T5FFQapLVdFAkHYFQXE8fHn7DxUWw0JH_0HVr8AuxR5CrE4OYQudVU5JOcPpitG6KpTlZ9ovxU5SKo8z9/s320/India+2009+451.jpg" border="0" /></a> In the morning, we went on to the Brihadishwara Temple (also known as “the Big Temple”) in Tanjore. This was another stunning monument, made of reddish sandstone, with two gopura gateways, a huge courtyard, a main temple building, and a pavilion containing the second largest Nandi (a bull, the vehicle of the god, Shiva) in India carved out of a single piece of black stone. Inside the temple wall was a passageway containing beautiful frescoes and Sanskrit carvings. Taz was able to recognize some of the letters, thanks to her Sanskrit classes at Vidya Mandir.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLm0TIxcgRMSdyQ_KMEusVfp57dRPzsLwx1jSO_iL0oOLNZjxaTk5E3lHJAOI7_z672TJb54U2FVeLe7lT9B0NvAWw1SpskGoY4QtT1PBJMI5v8LdLfCM9eLbbR8c0N65foKJ07tracHOa/s1600/India+2009+472.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408400527722561458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLm0TIxcgRMSdyQ_KMEusVfp57dRPzsLwx1jSO_iL0oOLNZjxaTk5E3lHJAOI7_z672TJb54U2FVeLe7lT9B0NvAWw1SpskGoY4QtT1PBJMI5v8LdLfCM9eLbbR8c0N65foKJ07tracHOa/s320/India+2009+472.jpg" border="0" /></a> Our final temple stop, on the road from Tanjore to Pondicherry, was at the awesomely named (take a deep breath, now) Gangaikondacholapuram. Unlike the other temples, which were crowded with pilgrims and families, it was very peaceful here, with only a few visitors and some pigeons and parakeets among all the carvings. As luck would have it, the rain started up again, just as we were leaving. Our drive took us through some lush scenery – palm trees, rice paddies, rivers and backwaters – a wonderful glimpse of the interior of Tamil Nadu. Even though we only saw a fraction of all the temples spread out across this region, we came away with a much greater appreciation of them, both for their artistic elements and their powerful spirituality. </div></div></div></div></div>Carla Luna Cullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10245197620080383172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249335117113469234.post-3811961439945910132009-11-20T18:48:00.000-08:002009-11-20T19:07:34.190-08:00<strong>A Big Week at Vidya Mandir</strong><br /><div>In a school of 1,400 students, there is always something going on. This past week at Vidya Mandir was more eventful than usual, however, for two reasons: Project Day and Mike’s birthday. Project Day was held last Saturday, November 14. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPMrSxrmBUrtOjOfpujdXGZuktabZ9zsfeF5S7W9ByXeB42Df5iYz5BaXbGQCjia0toozBEf-yUDf84_VOiXsnWeNEsRo-W09DHMclmXkWmNjLj5oAyx-i3rAr7z4XJq_kqa6j-pdiXfum/s1600/India+2009+391.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406387667975647074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPMrSxrmBUrtOjOfpujdXGZuktabZ9zsfeF5S7W9ByXeB42Df5iYz5BaXbGQCjia0toozBEf-yUDf84_VOiXsnWeNEsRo-W09DHMclmXkWmNjLj5oAyx-i3rAr7z4XJq_kqa6j-pdiXfum/s200/India+2009+391.jpg" border="0" /></a>It is a yearly event, kind of like an Open House or a Parents’ Day, but with much more work involved. Each grade is assigned a topic (such as history, cultural traditions, temples) and given an hour or so at the end of each day to create projects focused on this topic. For example, Taz’ class (7th Grade) was assigned fairy tales and folk tales, and the students worked together to make colorful posters, shadow boxes, mini puppet theaters, and models showcasing the various stories. The kids are pretty much left to their own devices, to see what they can come up with on their own, all with a variety of recycled materials, and they are amazingly inventive.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqpzyPgqsgIkBK8o1rI0NSJ-9Uf8xBXW5d1ievrd13y-M23I_VswDZkD4eYV6NRYOw3zdXG_w4Qb_DeRdhQ_ffKoKF30uwHvV9gkb0JOqUIatmnE7E5aOPeISM0ZXD1RhpVKvX8Enw-KiJ/s1600/India+2009+358.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406383835293631762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqpzyPgqsgIkBK8o1rI0NSJ-9Uf8xBXW5d1ievrd13y-M23I_VswDZkD4eYV6NRYOw3zdXG_w4Qb_DeRdhQ_ffKoKF30uwHvV9gkb0JOqUIatmnE7E5aOPeISM0ZXD1RhpVKvX8Enw-KiJ/s320/India+2009+358.jpg" border="0" /></a> For James’ class (3rd Grade), the topic was Indian festivals, however, James himself was pulled from the preparations, as he was one of the lucky few primary students who was selected to participate in a play.</div><br /><div></div><div>Project Day, which was coincidently held on Children’s Day, started off with decent weather. We had just recovered from the first round of the Northeast monsoon, and were hoping the sunshine would hold for another day. No such luck. No sooner had we arrived at school at 9:00 a.m. that morning, than the skies opened up! I barely had time to run James over to the stage where the teachers were setting up for the play before getting soaked (I had gotten too smug during the small stretch of sunny weather and had neglected to bring my umbrella!). Even in the rain, the play went on as planned, with three performances, and James was very excited to be a part of it, especially since he got to wear his new Indian-style pajama kurta (long embroidered top). <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqkl-QCOScSWV5CAUfEZUSxevtkY7aLPKCojR7SKkRCOXSoLcGePuGiAQJrg_B8vekZ6ScNQP7L2cmmalB8yooZcJRr75oCZnpTzqTSN8l6VuaUinOT3pDwLvbZOGhaWBEkbCi0WtZ7Z6P/s1600/India+2009+356.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406384031032836530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqkl-QCOScSWV5CAUfEZUSxevtkY7aLPKCojR7SKkRCOXSoLcGePuGiAQJrg_B8vekZ6ScNQP7L2cmmalB8yooZcJRr75oCZnpTzqTSN8l6VuaUinOT3pDwLvbZOGhaWBEkbCi0WtZ7Z6P/s320/India+2009+356.jpg" border="0" /></a>He was actually the focal point of the presentation, as an American kid visiting India, who is shown a variety of Indian dances – classical dance, regional folk dances, and even a Bollywood-style number. The dancers were all excellent, even though they were just primary school children. I was stunned by their beautiful costumes, their enthusiasm, and their expertise! All three shows went off without a hitch – no small feat, considering they had only practiced for two weeks!<br /></div><div> </div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrhe6l_fj7j6Yq_FIaKHHK5THvdEcuayXeV8VHSY3tXnGdv8bQ2a-vBAlJ6zx9VWeb8ry3agc5Lf_Nve7nRa9wez4OP-62BRR1DG05DMAZI1zj2K_f_rsA_y5A7UVtGKlZsmmRWQLQb-2g/s1600/India+2009+387.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406384385156999810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrhe6l_fj7j6Yq_FIaKHHK5THvdEcuayXeV8VHSY3tXnGdv8bQ2a-vBAlJ6zx9VWeb8ry3agc5Lf_Nve7nRa9wez4OP-62BRR1DG05DMAZI1zj2K_f_rsA_y5A7UVtGKlZsmmRWQLQb-2g/s320/India+2009+387.jpg" border="0" /></a>In between performances, <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_kYlBKRfV_TTfjCrSjKCSEjbUT70yQxP8UedHLIl5y3IJ17oDGxidXNYIwQr_QCmvpCrRUIlsl-J6HX-lwVkO9Qkd7rhaTmQ8Sc3AJtQvtBPlWqid_t4JotRNJTuXmn3gjuB3BULjpdG0/s1600/India+2009+359.jpg"></a>I wandered around the school, where the classrooms were set up to showcase the projects. Not only were the displays artistic and creative, but the students presenting them were eager to tell me all about them. (“Aunty, Aunty, you have not seen my project yet!”). There was a lot to take in, and I did not even make it to all the grades, but some of the things that really impressed me included: a model Navaratri display with mini kolu dolls made out of Styrofoam; a huge, room-sized model of Chennai, with various buildings made of cardboard; a beautiful drawing illustrating the Red Fort in Delhi, and a mini model of King Tut’s tomb and sarcophagus. And even through the rain poured down off and on all day, everyone’s spirits remained up, for the kids were so proud of their achievements.<br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDPXxQVTIWs1P722w1XyXy1gD53yMRLuSgh5d76FITHRDZRhs2JE8oaAnu3D8Tipj5XSDbOqk4ff8tLT_VHPP1JQPQmgYht0nZ6yhIGN-xfdbo_exryX2h33mVb7E11Fw45imAX628jWFD/s1600/mikebday7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406386134548767090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDPXxQVTIWs1P722w1XyXy1gD53yMRLuSgh5d76FITHRDZRhs2JE8oaAnu3D8Tipj5XSDbOqk4ff8tLT_VHPP1JQPQmgYht0nZ6yhIGN-xfdbo_exryX2h33mVb7E11Fw45imAX628jWFD/s320/mikebday7.jpg" border="0" /></a>Given the big excitement of Project Day, the next week was a little more low-key. Mike’s birthday was coming up on Thursday (November 19), but he had just planned to bring in some candy and milk sweets for the teachers and his classes. He hardly expected the day to turn out any differently than a regular Vidya Mandir school day. However, he sorely underestimated the enthusiasm of the students. For starters, he was greeted by hundreds of students (yes, hundreds!), all of whom wanted to shake his hand and give him birthday greetings. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhpdjMASddYYm9dCtmQd53kHqqup0xYYBtMm8nkoEmbBtaZXWAn_k5qXjteoDUxmKO_F3eptNB7KvuVVB9evqBoLKC5usbxYKEnzAmg5IpcqsphyphenhyphennmYoLju5aXHWXKMBrOl5ulW5gQZD2T/s1600/mikebday16.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406385704585783090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhpdjMASddYYm9dCtmQd53kHqqup0xYYBtMm8nkoEmbBtaZXWAn_k5qXjteoDUxmKO_F3eptNB7KvuVVB9evqBoLKC5usbxYKEnzAmg5IpcqsphyphenhyphennmYoLju5aXHWXKMBrOl5ulW5gQZD2T/s320/mikebday16.jpg" border="0" /></a>One of his 11th Grade classes brought in a cake, and another made him a colorful glazed plate with all their names written on it. He was also given a handsome crimson kurta, a beautiful metalwork box, a small bronze Ganesh figure and a number of other gifts. He is already something of a celebrity at the school, but on this day, he was a rock star! When he came home in the auto-rickshaw that afternoon, he was laden with goodies. To cap off the day, we shared wonderful snacks from our corner restaurant with our Tamil teacher, Prof. Dasarathan, when he came for our twice-weekly lesson. Now the rest of us are wishing that we could celebrate our birthdays in India, too!</div></div></div></div></div></div>Carla Luna Cullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10245197620080383172noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249335117113469234.post-37820088361674507182009-11-12T20:57:00.000-08:002009-11-18T00:04:52.948-08:00<strong>The Western Peacock</strong> - by Taz Cullen<br /><div><p>In the three months I have been living in India, I have been taking dance at Raack Dance Academy, a studio about 10 minutes from our apartment. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKawpq4C3oLxXPNoncyN9VDTfy5_325TF2cDzi1u3gjCiXMsDP9H1O44S-GtiDqgQjVTRHMl-LgPVP3qO-PKekMRxqFLEJfvNe62bXXlHQJc9daoYDMJTP5Hxh4060dm6tM7Zwc1H1exTT/s1600/India+2009+422.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405351003960176914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKawpq4C3oLxXPNoncyN9VDTfy5_325TF2cDzi1u3gjCiXMsDP9H1O44S-GtiDqgQjVTRHMl-LgPVP3qO-PKekMRxqFLEJfvNe62bXXlHQJc9daoYDMJTP5Hxh4060dm6tM7Zwc1H1exTT/s320/India+2009+422.jpg" border="0" /></a>My class is not Classical Indian Dance, but “Western Dance,” meaning we dance to music by artists like Michael Jackson. Sometimes we also dance to Bollywood music. The class meets three times a week. We performed on stage in October in a show put on by Raack. My class did a dance to Michael Jackson’s song “Black or White.”</p><br /><p>When I went to my regular class last Wednesday, we were asked to perform our “Black or White” dance for an agent from Vijay TV. Vijay is a music television station in Chennai. After we danced, he picked ten of us to come back and audition on Thursday. I was one of the lucky ones picked! On Thursday, I had to be there from 4:00 p.m. until 7:30 p.m. for auditions and practice. At the end, I got picked! I still didn’t even know what I was being picked for! On Friday, I went for four hours of rehearsals! I found out then that our group would be dancing for the opening act of a Vijay TV show called “Super Singer Jr.” It is a show like American Idol, except the contestants are kids. I was really excited, because we would be on TV in India!</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSB6iyjmTmjV6z3pSb8hdyxKMi_VwBiONty4ASeW7q4p2Xbaoliaf-bXf9CvC2rPLyn07x1olH16KSOuQvD15l_PQ-9uov5PPwyqDSCXeabptgS_4GI9AtZP35qlFLJ5zKtNC1kdlevagU/s1600-h/India+2009+374.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403448991206227138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSB6iyjmTmjV6z3pSb8hdyxKMi_VwBiONty4ASeW7q4p2Xbaoliaf-bXf9CvC2rPLyn07x1olH16KSOuQvD15l_PQ-9uov5PPwyqDSCXeabptgS_4GI9AtZP35qlFLJ5zKtNC1kdlevagU/s320/India+2009+374.jpg" border="0" /></a>Little did I know how much work would be involved! On Saturday, we had six hours of practice! And this was during the huge monsoon in Chennai, so we had to get to Raack in an auto-rickshaw in the pouring rain. By Saturday afternoon, we still didn’t even have our costumes, but I knew I was going to be dressed like a peacock! Some of the little kids were going to wear flower costumes, including three of the boys! On Sunday, my dad and I had a really long day. We went to Raack at 8 a.m. (in the pouring rain again) and from there went to the Vijay TV studio. The TV studio was not at all what I expected!! It was moldy and funky-smelling, the changing room was smaller than a regular-sized bedroom, the bathroom did not have running water, and there were only 20 seats for the audience!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjipqUd6ETWm5TbeXWM2kNC8V0my1N_E6A7b_ecgDI-BfeYS2dBpCjemh9ZoHN9k5kB3Uf-HU9B65I9bYCFT6svQ7PXjbv62N2s1ea-Mh40HQUVj2YxAsHxckuCY7yibLKi6wMMSK4tq9sC/s1600-h/India+2009+391.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403449837900350562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjipqUd6ETWm5TbeXWM2kNC8V0my1N_E6A7b_ecgDI-BfeYS2dBpCjemh9ZoHN9k5kB3Uf-HU9B65I9bYCFT6svQ7PXjbv62N2s1ea-Mh40HQUVj2YxAsHxckuCY7yibLKi6wMMSK4tq9sC/s320/India+2009+391.jpg" border="0" /></a> I put on my peacock costume, which was pretty cool. We were there for about five hours, but we spent way too much time waiting around. We only ran through our dance three times to practice, and when we filmed it for the camera, it took five takes to get it right. But the hostess of the show could not memorize her lines, so we had to keep waiting until she got it right! Once we were finished performing, we had to exit through this tube-like tunnel, but when we got into the area that was hidden from the audience, it was really creepy, with dirty tarps, broken glass and wires hanging everywhere! There was nothing glamorous about this studio! </p><p>It was an interesting experience overall, but I won’t be going back to Vijay TV studio any time soon!</p></div>Carla Luna Cullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10245197620080383172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249335117113469234.post-29431151508081218442009-11-08T06:43:00.000-08:002009-11-08T07:24:31.224-08:00<strong>Rain, Rain, Go Away . . .</strong><br /><div><div><div><div><div><p>I feel like we’ve been waiting for the famous Northeast monsoon for weeks now. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZu2Ub2uRWrVpqg7qQv_yIlNCkXW6Kzne5c2Sz8YEm37fZYCX9igEpzGKI_qzbE74ySoB13ze1Oq1Ky1ZDgCGLa_7fQSoEaEQfuOYfIsktsr2l4wHAjuc5zc8yz_XZj1hYyIX26z1Y3wTF/s1600-h/India+2009+335.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401744501250872306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZu2Ub2uRWrVpqg7qQv_yIlNCkXW6Kzne5c2Sz8YEm37fZYCX9igEpzGKI_qzbE74ySoB13ze1Oq1Ky1ZDgCGLa_7fQSoEaEQfuOYfIsktsr2l4wHAjuc5zc8yz_XZj1hYyIX26z1Y3wTF/s320/India+2009+335.jpg" border="0" /></a>There was a lot of talk here in October, about how it was a much hotter month than usual (i.e. 95 degrees Farenheit instead of 85!), because the monsoon had not yet come. Then predictions of the upcoming monsoon were in <em>The Hindu</em> newspaper- first it was October 20 (conveniently right after Diwali), then October 26, and then it was just “coming.” Now it is finally here.</p><p>So what is a monsoon? According to the Internet, it is a seasonal wind in southern Asia, which blows from the southwest in summer and from the northeast in winter, bringing rain with it. The monsoon season is different all over India. On the west coast, in Kerala, the season is usually in September. In the states of Karnataka and Andhra Pradesh, it was in October, when there was massive flooding. As much trouble as the monsoon causes, it is desperately needed for filling the reservoirs and for agriculture; some states receive up to 80% of their rainfall for the whole year during monsoon season. When we asked people here about the monsoon in Chennai, we were given a variety of answers, in terms of when it would arrive and how long it would last. As a result, we didn’t know if it would be more like a “rainy season” or if it would rain continuously for days on end. I’m thinking now that it might be the latter.</p><p>On Monday and Tuesday this week, the rain was fairly heavy at night and in the morning, but it cleared up by mid-afternoon. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwMd0wMULnRhd0HpSdBPoKUBXBsF2tv2DJTdr4nEwu5swgBZGwvQudgpuNqpdg-YpaiarXtaS1sP-74gHmmwnldCgGi9KpLe2hmjnLjBDbvuvgy48oo3WFmVKtQmsFgb_JAIF41mYT778A/s1600-h/monsoon+auto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401750685682512754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwMd0wMULnRhd0HpSdBPoKUBXBsF2tv2DJTdr4nEwu5swgBZGwvQudgpuNqpdg-YpaiarXtaS1sP-74gHmmwnldCgGi9KpLe2hmjnLjBDbvuvgy48oo3WFmVKtQmsFgb_JAIF41mYT778A/s320/monsoon+auto.jpg" border="0" /></a>Not too bad, I thought – certainly not any worse than a few days of spring rain in Wisconsin. But then on Thursday night it started raining, and raining, and . . . raining. When we went out to catch our usual auto-rickshaw to school on Friday morning, our street was flooded in ankle-deep water. At one point during the commute, traffic at the intersection was unbelievable, with cars, auto-rickshaws, and motorcycles jumbled up in all directions, while a few hapless civilians tried to direct traffic without being run over.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia6buieXH4498zwE3DoOyIHWidvZK6-nBKrvYXn7663IbyO832S6E_5FndfJW83BxRlQIChk8bjASdFMVbZ9H39R9KohObEQAmf8NBusxiebm3mY9xfhL0qdlsdVQjsk68x3WG4eF7a3nh/s1600-h/umbrella+pic.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401750265767977074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia6buieXH4498zwE3DoOyIHWidvZK6-nBKrvYXn7663IbyO832S6E_5FndfJW83BxRlQIChk8bjASdFMVbZ9H39R9KohObEQAmf8NBusxiebm3mY9xfhL0qdlsdVQjsk68x3WG4eF7a3nh/s320/umbrella+pic.jpg" border="0" /></a> Few people wear raincoats or rubber boots here; most still dress as they usually do, though there were a lot of men and women with plastic bags on their heads! Although our street looked like a small river, our neighborhood was not hit as badly as some of the others; we heard tales of roads closed, knee-deep water, and two-hour traffic jams in some parts of Chennai.</p><p>Friday and was declared a holiday for all government schools in Chennai due to the rain. Unfortunately for our kids, who were hoping for a “monsoon day,” Vidya Mandir was still in session. It continued to rain all night and then all day on Saturday, with the roads getting progressively worse. We had already bought movie tickets for Saturday evening, so we braved the pouring rain, got soaked riding in an auto-rickshaw, and barely made it home, as it was slow going in the deep water. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEUcqc_ImwyR3BSjhpXyzIUe5vOmh6cwMI6KalTXAGVTOSYyrsfkb_aCpxXs8b431L9_fkFiXLCnldbndcdoLfMi3NA3bwIAi-TM1wk97i8VUY8fugq1iRSYezwkhdRycfl_vqxMfm-RY1/s1600-h/India+2009+341.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401747925549928242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEUcqc_ImwyR3BSjhpXyzIUe5vOmh6cwMI6KalTXAGVTOSYyrsfkb_aCpxXs8b431L9_fkFiXLCnldbndcdoLfMi3NA3bwIAi-TM1wk97i8VUY8fugq1iRSYezwkhdRycfl_vqxMfm-RY1/s320/India+2009+341.jpg" border="0" /></a>Now it is Sunday evening, and the rain has let up a little, but we’re still very leery of what is to come. And the kids are still hoping for a “monsoon day!” </p></div></div></div></div></div>Carla Luna Cullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10245197620080383172noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249335117113469234.post-54667842487796979262009-10-28T08:57:00.000-07:002009-10-28T20:37:51.559-07:00<strong>Weekend in Hyderabad<br /></strong><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><p>Sometime during the middle of last week, we realized that we had reached the half-way point of our adventures in India. It is hard to believe we have been here ten weeks already! Time is moving more quickly now, and there is so much we still want to see and do.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrBHFJw1crYquLWvZWEiMVdidjt9FYOysnYclZ7NTZkJWHe1V8xPXukJWLrjAkXisJpMtwHaoWWCcSp70Z8Utj3TuYiwr_M2ZUR3BHxAnNuUrC3Q0WocOb-0SNU2HNflHFmdk6jEHAda-h/s1600-h/India+2009+368.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397686530636592930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrBHFJw1crYquLWvZWEiMVdidjt9FYOysnYclZ7NTZkJWHe1V8xPXukJWLrjAkXisJpMtwHaoWWCcSp70Z8Utj3TuYiwr_M2ZUR3BHxAnNuUrC3Q0WocOb-0SNU2HNflHFmdk6jEHAda-h/s320/India+2009+368.jpg" border="0" /></a> This past weekend, we decided to take advantage of another free Saturday to plan a whirlwind trip to Hyderabad. We chose the city not only because of its striking Islamic architecture and convenience by air (only an hour flight from Chennai), but also because another Fulbright exchange teacher, Greg Hellman, is working here, along with his family. We welcomed the chance to swap stories with him and his wife, Jennifer, and for our kids to meet theirs. </p><p>Our trip started off quite inauspiciously (never a good thing in India!) – the hire car to the airport was late, the Friday night traffic was horrible, and our flight was “indefinitely delayed.” Yikes! By the time we arrived in the city it was 11:00 p.m., but our moods brightened with a cheerful greeting from the wide-awake staff at the Marriott, who informed us that the midnight buffet would soon be starting! The hotel was gorgeous and our room was very luxurious – much nicer than at any chain hotel we’ve visited at in the U.S. </p><p>On Saturday, after a big breakfast and a swim in the pool, it was time for some serious sight-seeing. Hyderabad was founded in the late 16th century by Mohammed Quli Shah and, unlike most of South India, was under Muslim rule until the early 20th century. In its heyday, Hyderabad was renowned for its palaces, mosques and ornamental gardens, especially since it became the lone outpost of courtly Muslim culture in India after the Mughal Empire collapsed. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiftZMzW8nl76GHPxJxrE_gAd6ku_vUHfLTnC12qUuPWkL_4NJrMEU4aua_rgw5yvaoQjJM1f4l3dN2xcfo3S4V3J3tLsYwUMdtE4d9lxlahpPW3no7mHW7N0-9E77QoocW4ltKZG2d3g54/s1600-h/qutb+tomb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397685393382380530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiftZMzW8nl76GHPxJxrE_gAd6ku_vUHfLTnC12qUuPWkL_4NJrMEU4aua_rgw5yvaoQjJM1f4l3dN2xcfo3S4V3J3tLsYwUMdtE4d9lxlahpPW3no7mHW7N0-9E77QoocW4ltKZG2d3g54/s320/qutb+tomb.jpg" border="0" /></a>Now it is a bustling city (the sixth largest in India) and the major hi-tech hub for the South (hence the nickname “Cyberabad”). Our first stop was the royal burial grounds where seven of the Qutb Shahi rulers were buried in large, ornamental tombs. Originally, the area had gardens with water-channels and pools, but now it has become overgrown and the water has dried up. However, the tombs themselves were quite striking – each one was topped with a large “onion” dome with small minarets (towers) around it.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6wOBmGKpY9JNwjEIq3Mm-SZZzBHj9QhOKKvqp-WIYiACsTRV_HUjls9ZX9Fgi-4v-APnDVe_3GLeJHNYa5ZUelubwS80cVddgLo0Uahlh2805sPyPew9BsDXzz_Ot5ZK4Xfql6cN7_KKz/s1600-h/India+2009+341.jpg"></a> Inside the tombs, it was cool and dark, with high, arched ceilings, little niches, and narrow passageways (which James explored, of course). The acoustics were great – we heard one man chanting to Allah and the sound reverberated as though he was speaking through a microphone. It was very peaceful place, with no large groups of tourists, and only one snack-vendor. (I am certain we made his day when we loaded up with soda, chips and ice cream!).</p><p> </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglQuVbQ4cL6RWxw6Qv8mE98SNyLt7IoiDEkxs6_FLOoQ_qIpE8qQALjcl7iYwVxluOlTRStnfKWGBB0JuF9HDKBKlDvQoQTpPKGjOfBR3jHg0-eJr68L_wQoSfxzoi6BIuckN9LeFudGjk/s1600-h/golconda+walls.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397683987362300882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglQuVbQ4cL6RWxw6Qv8mE98SNyLt7IoiDEkxs6_FLOoQ_qIpE8qQALjcl7iYwVxluOlTRStnfKWGBB0JuF9HDKBKlDvQoQTpPKGjOfBR3jHg0-eJr68L_wQoSfxzoi6BIuckN9LeFudGjk/s320/golconda+walls.jpg" border="0" /></a>From the tombs, we went on to Golconda, a massive fort which served as the citadel of the aforementioned Qutb Shahi dynasty. Originally built in the 12th century as a mud fort, it was transformed in the early 16th century into a fortified city of palaces, mosques and gardens. The ruins are so large that they cover an area of 15 square miles! As we drove towards the Golconda, we could see the massive stone walls – most of which appear to be holding up quite well. Visiting the fort involved a long climb up to the top, where the ruler had his throne room with a rooftop pavilion. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie0OKp8FgsAKzonGjNLkQbasTSGeYO-yEaY6TqO4eV_eGiP7_FONw_OMwCcqomESIEZQP07leY31ic-toK8bvJtSae2Chsuq30WZlqh0NgLK4Gjcjhpzx_vYymEoBHIEO2DUKnpkq3XJ5n/s1600-h/India+2009+354.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397687013008448130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie0OKp8FgsAKzonGjNLkQbasTSGeYO-yEaY6TqO4eV_eGiP7_FONw_OMwCcqomESIEZQP07leY31ic-toK8bvJtSae2Chsuq30WZlqh0NgLK4Gjcjhpzx_vYymEoBHIEO2DUKnpkq3XJ5n/s320/India+2009+354.jpg" border="0" /></a>It was worth the climb, as the views of Hyderabad were amazing, even though the city has a layer of smog reminiscent of Los Angeles on a bad day! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU12SWlDXRXwQXcahfbQMBqxny76Ot-Ru68L1gbNyahssG1YPAvvWomaQQ8_85F4uZBHKxRLnh4iNlZ9VET07oXK3vNXcb4zkaUIB_lS6MAU4zzKydnX7648VAnW4Mv1oMC3xg2b9XTLc2/s1600-h/golconda+mosque.jpg"></a>There were a great many sights along the way, including a creepy jail, mosques, arched brick hallways, and a small Hindu temple, built into a cave. We even saw a film crew shooting a movie that involved four pretty young girls in very stylish salwar khameez outfits, a guy dressed like a maharajah waiting in the wings, and a tense director yelling out instructions in a mixture of Hindi and English!<br /></p><p>On Sunday, we ventured into the heart of the Old City, to see Hyderabad’s landmark, Charminar (“four towers”), which was built in the 16th century. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNYKwREm7Z1LY_ZuPz-TXyEpCf3qhct9FMmIzga0eZ0bCOjNpdwrwbdRVPRve7ILXaTbnvX2eFD8zNAj7BLRXLYvslIHzLbAuQrpzDultpuMDA_VcOAbN3Uxw8z568HHEiY1kq1a9YDTXU/s1600-h/India+2009+375.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397683354184829314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNYKwREm7Z1LY_ZuPz-TXyEpCf3qhct9FMmIzga0eZ0bCOjNpdwrwbdRVPRve7ILXaTbnvX2eFD8zNAj7BLRXLYvslIHzLbAuQrpzDultpuMDA_VcOAbN3Uxw8z568HHEiY1kq1a9YDTXU/s320/India+2009+375.jpg" border="0" /></a>At the top, we had a marvelous view of the city in all four directions. From Charminar, we walked to the nearby Mecca Masjid, a huge mosque, built in the same time period, whose vast courtyard can hold as many as 10,000 worshippers! Then it was time for some serious shopping in the Laad Bazaar, known for its pearls, bangles and perfume. I got to try out my bargaining skills, as we bought a huge batch of bangles for Taz and her friends at home. We could have easily stayed in Hyderabad longer, but we left on Sunday afternoon to catch a flight back to Chennai. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBg2zg0LLQ8gfB4YOb-L7IHExSnDaPKjfBDvcRf0XAbEL0iiE2jnkjBn9pjcr0pfd7bxePc04zZ6x1nsRIXWNUr10UZ7VFQqSMmNgpLCuG_eC51mgehLd6SDqoYBl8l4VS2axV0WA57OZc/s1600-h/India+2009+365.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397683556596690098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBg2zg0LLQ8gfB4YOb-L7IHExSnDaPKjfBDvcRf0XAbEL0iiE2jnkjBn9pjcr0pfd7bxePc04zZ6x1nsRIXWNUr10UZ7VFQqSMmNgpLCuG_eC51mgehLd6SDqoYBl8l4VS2axV0WA57OZc/s320/India+2009+365.jpg" border="0" /></a>The kids had a wonderful time, and got along really well with the Hellman twins (Niko and Kaya, age 10). It was great for them to share their experiences with other American kids who know exactly what they are going through. We look forward to seeing them again, as well as all the other Fulbright exchange teachers, when we meet up for the November conference in Pondicherry.</p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Carla Luna Cullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10245197620080383172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249335117113469234.post-14718512025565541632009-10-18T22:47:00.000-07:002009-10-19T01:19:38.437-07:00Diwali – Festival of Lights (festival of “crackers”!)<p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJi7w8qJHTnl94e22nRz2UceibhtwPj_R8fRva2aNfjK3OW0OU_Zloa7_zoRdRRcyGE-uEyleAE5NW3KChDBBQlYTRypap2_tIZjEy_TA-CvRZSV-R8tdzM6sMLdohMCzNDoKVWah6v216/s1600-h/fireworks+crop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 163px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJi7w8qJHTnl94e22nRz2UceibhtwPj_R8fRva2aNfjK3OW0OU_Zloa7_zoRdRRcyGE-uEyleAE5NW3KChDBBQlYTRypap2_tIZjEy_TA-CvRZSV-R8tdzM6sMLdohMCzNDoKVWah6v216/s200/fireworks+crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394184977437655010" border="0" /></a>It is Monday morning and Diwali (or Deepavali) has come and gone. Our quiet street is littered with debris and wrappers from hundreds of firecrackers set off this weekend. Everyone is moving a little more slowly, as the city resumes its normal routine after the big holiday.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">As I mentioned in a previous blog, we felt very fortunate to be in India for the nine-day Navaratri festival in September. Diwali, known as the “festival of lights,” is an even bigger Hindu festival, and the build-up for it was huge. <span style="" lang="EN">Diwali commemorates the homecoming of King Rama after a 14-year exile in the forest and his victory over the demon-king Ravana. </span><span style="" lang="EN">According to legend, the people of Ayodhya (the capital of Rama’s kingdom) welcomed their king home by lighting rows (<i>avali</i>) of lamps (<i>dipa</i>), thus the name Dipavali.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZHRCwiaN7oWzWuxev25Ux_EamHw3xP1t8UNlXexoGilUctYaBINhFxEhZkfOSdkrR7p_ctSmSmsnDIoWAyz0H-lxyPnK36m5GX00CNuDfjOhKMa1FiMc44ElxNkLYXqIb1N77H5U0BZkx/s1600-h/Taz+fireworks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZHRCwiaN7oWzWuxev25Ux_EamHw3xP1t8UNlXexoGilUctYaBINhFxEhZkfOSdkrR7p_ctSmSmsnDIoWAyz0H-lxyPnK36m5GX00CNuDfjOhKMa1FiMc44ElxNkLYXqIb1N77H5U0BZkx/s320/Taz+fireworks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394186218782203586" border="0" /></a><span style="" lang="EN"> </span><span style="" lang="EN">Traditionally, people light <i>diyas</i>—small clay pots filled with oil—to</span><span style="" lang="EN"> signify victory of good over the evil. </span>Although Diwali is only a one-day holiday (held on October 18 this year), the festivities last throughout the week. It is worth mentioning that President Obama observed Diwali this year by lighting a ceremonial lamp at the White House -- a gesture that had a big impact here, and even made the front page of <span style="font-style: italic;">The Hindu </span>newspaper. People in this part of India celebrate Diwali by visiting family, wearing new clothes, giving gifts, eating lots of sweets, and setting off fireworks (“crackers”). And just like in the United States, there are constant newspaper and TV ads encouraging people to shop – for sweets, for clothes, and even for electronics!<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Earlier in the week, Mike purchased firecrackers for us, and on Thursday evening (Oct. 15), we went out into our street to join in the fun. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPkR8FqPcmDiZArOt5qjUQrsBFfejOcsPWItpScDziOCfDhS2vAgtns6XdDWW5o-dIUga2vnRzdwj2JGeAHawAGIHQTNFxnz0INGdnXbwkSu97s2GqvcKN3NtGGxnBLWVSP0WzfLWwLWjh/s1600-h/India+2009+313.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPkR8FqPcmDiZArOt5qjUQrsBFfejOcsPWItpScDziOCfDhS2vAgtns6XdDWW5o-dIUga2vnRzdwj2JGeAHawAGIHQTNFxnz0INGdnXbwkSu97s2GqvcKN3NtGGxnBLWVSP0WzfLWwLWjh/s320/India+2009+313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394222220128227186" border="0" /></a>Some of the crackers, such as the sparklers and spinning chakara wheels, are fairly safe, but others explode with such ear-splitting noises and terrifying showers of sparks that I know they must be illegal back in the U.S.!! As our kids shared their sparklers, they watched some of the scarier looking firecrackers being set off – one of them was so powerful that the sparks shot up four stories past the roof of our building!! In addition to the smaller fireworks, there are huge ones (like the kind we have in Cedarburg for July 4<sup>th</sup>) being set off all over the city.</p><p class="MsoNormal">On Friday night, we were invited over to a party at my yoga teacher’s house to watch the fireworks from her roof. It was fun, although we knew it was time to leave when some of the louder crackers went off and my ears began ringing! Even on our quiet street, the firecrackers started up again at six a.m. on Saturday morning, exploding like gunshots<span style=""> </span>and continuing non-stop. It was then that I was truly glad we had decided to spent part of the weekend away, at a resort in Mahabalipuram, about an hour south of Chennai.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivLcYpAdij0FE84ZxZo6o-EmwLR-27h4UjTNKjtYpbhPe-XLmdiv00AgPhKmlHy_Fxfsa7EvdzpshYq_lsu9EYQoQhUOJ6sTbQ6zeh6YJqLU47BW46NurFZiD65eDUyF1GwIoXFGRxeMFk/s1600-h/India+2009+329.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivLcYpAdij0FE84ZxZo6o-EmwLR-27h4UjTNKjtYpbhPe-XLmdiv00AgPhKmlHy_Fxfsa7EvdzpshYq_lsu9EYQoQhUOJ6sTbQ6zeh6YJqLU47BW46NurFZiD65eDUyF1GwIoXFGRxeMFk/s320/India+2009+329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394187330610960818" border="0" /></a>Thus far, we have stayed at some wonderful hotels in our Indian travels, but nothing could compare to this place – the GRT Temple Bay Resort. Granted, it was a little above our usual budget, but we felt Diwali was a good excuse to splurge. It was well worth the money for the amazing pools, the clean stretch of beach, and the gorgeous facilities. Given the price, I thought perhaps we would only see Western tourists, but right away we ran into some of James’ classmates from Vidya Mandir, who were on vacation with their families! There are times when I miss the cool fall weather of Cedarburg, but as I lay on my back, floating in a swimming pool overlooking the Bay of Bengal, I felt very fortunate to be in such a tropical location.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCFsuq5mLylKt2V2a1Q_xnC7bgYauopPzFU3bUCsDGmhY-zoDDqtFxs7qgRbKnLecPh9C51n_-xtDaIRdaOXFoVY-kIaLBCWEu2I4VjqEpXPvjWOxNISNTJmyU49mYVdIWylECaWThlh4/s1600-h/India+2009+355.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCFsuq5mLylKt2V2a1Q_xnC7bgYauopPzFU3bUCsDGmhY-zoDDqtFxs7qgRbKnLecPh9C51n_-xtDaIRdaOXFoVY-kIaLBCWEu2I4VjqEpXPvjWOxNISNTJmyU49mYVdIWylECaWThlh4/s200/India+2009+355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394189498212143922" border="0" /></a>On Sunday morning, we went out to explore more of the rock temples around the area. We had already visited some of them in September (written about in a previous blog), but we had missed a few places. Our favorite spot was the Five Rathas, a series of 7<sup>th</sup> century rock-cut temples and animals (a lion, a bull and an elephant) that are amazingly well preserved. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIZGsidkAVwwUFQPcjreWF4oqmtMNLIOP0lazvUwfcHyl2oI73GoOQc_Ve2dzazQBwf4ytvz_qdFpmQtUIIRKWMbMV0-BeWHmYQmVeckCYqqgijRaqmg8Gp4P6uD9HRky5GIwU4fEinp18/s1600-h/India+2009+344.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIZGsidkAVwwUFQPcjreWF4oqmtMNLIOP0lazvUwfcHyl2oI73GoOQc_Ve2dzazQBwf4ytvz_qdFpmQtUIIRKWMbMV0-BeWHmYQmVeckCYqqgijRaqmg8Gp4P6uD9HRky5GIwU4fEinp18/s320/India+2009+344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394188652090864914" border="0" /></a>We also visited Crocodile Park, a truly creepy place, somewhat like a small zoo, where we could see dozens of crocodiles piled up on one another. At first, they appeared so still that the kids remarked scornfully, “How lame – they’re fake,” until one of them suddenly awoke and opened his huge mouth full of teeth. Note to self – never underestimate a crocodile! All too soon, it was time to head back to Chennai, but we have already decided that we will be visit the Temple Bay Resort at least one more time before our stay in India is up! </p>Carla Luna Cullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10245197620080383172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249335117113469234.post-91208538921476325522009-10-07T21:53:00.000-07:002009-10-07T23:19:14.131-07:00<div>Kerala, Part 2 </div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0HS-vQjvYqPkRNiW1zeQe5spSntXq-TJRvAPnrE0cnKM1hweXL9FQec4K5IatiNutXIXAu4A05RPQyO5Nsvi5mVltCR2Ma0qzNBVkkravhxABlK9SLAkxh-aOhqBLRZCipbMFMVCtOsB/s1600-h/munnar+landscape.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390107146077847586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0HS-vQjvYqPkRNiW1zeQe5spSntXq-TJRvAPnrE0cnKM1hweXL9FQec4K5IatiNutXIXAu4A05RPQyO5Nsvi5mVltCR2Ma0qzNBVkkravhxABlK9SLAkxh-aOhqBLRZCipbMFMVCtOsB/s320/munnar+landscape.jpg" border="0" /></a>To continue from our last blog, we greatly enjoyed our stay above the clouds at the hill station of Munnar. The chilly air was a welcome relief from Chennai’s heat, although we found ourselves longing for fleece jackets, which is a first for us in India! As we were packing up to leave Munnar on Wednesday evening (Sept. 30), we turned on the TV, hoping to find an English language show for the kids. Instead, we found ourselves riveted to a local news station, which was showing footage of a boat accident at the Periyar Tiger Reserve in Thekkady. We learned that a tourist boat, carrying 80 passengers on a wildlife-viewing cruise around Periyar Lake, had capsized, killing 41 people. It is not unusual to read about road and rail accidents in the local papers, but I often pass over them without much thought. This incident hit home for all of us, since we were scheduled to pass through Thekkday on the next day of our Kerala vacation.</div><br /><div></div><div>When we arrived in Thekkady on Thursday afternoon, the mood was very subdued, with all the stores closed, many of them displaying black mourning flags. Our driver told us that all activities in town were cancelled, due to the tragedy on Periyar Lake. So we left early Friday morning, after a brief stop at one of the nearby spice stores. In addition to its tea plantations, this hilly area of Kerala is known for its spice gardens, where cardamom, cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg, vanilla pods, and black pepper are grown. I bought a few spices, though I was most excited about purchasing some locally grown coffee, to replace the Nescafe in my Chennai apartment!</div><br /><div>Our next stop was Kumarakom, where we were scheduled to take a houseboat trip along the backwaters. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp4g6pONseEdAC4nSAvfVnkC01jD903c6SX36m_n55UyhEUdxE_nWODED3qWpSuI9xo_F3JNMZWDdOplv3OGYHZlfo2jvYuvlU_qpxHgwPaX7bpCIkshbqaNVq_lYdSGPaoNdLIzQiNz0d/s1600-h/India+2009+417.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390089849144050402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp4g6pONseEdAC4nSAvfVnkC01jD903c6SX36m_n55UyhEUdxE_nWODED3qWpSuI9xo_F3JNMZWDdOplv3OGYHZlfo2jvYuvlU_qpxHgwPaX7bpCIkshbqaNVq_lYdSGPaoNdLIzQiNz0d/s320/India+2009+417.jpg" border="0" /></a>The three-person boat crew greeted us warmly with jasmine flower garlands and fresh coconuts (the coconut milk had a surprising taste – more salty than sweet). The next few hours were spent in complete luxury, as our boat made its way through the backwaters, passing huge groves of coconut palms, other houseboats, men fishing from small docks with nets, and flocks of white birds skimming over the water. After a delicious lunch of fish curry (a specialty in Kerala), we passed the time playing cards and “Indian rules” Scrabble (Tamil and English words allowed), and snacking on coffee, fresh pineapple, and fried bananas.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA4iuzokCJWkcsGygAFfppfQudwkyxPDpNIx3u01mgNrK-XT1XSf1KlwajcFT9rAscLqCaKG9mJpISoslRaXrf-wHTqz7i1JjpRXkMDNmxI89g7J_9nL9RHyt_Z4o5Kr8BcZRSs9hGDsbA/s1600-h/India+2009+443.jpg"></a> When our boat docked in the evening, we were served freshly-caught prawns for dinner and one of the crew found a nearby cable among the palm trees to attach to the boat’s flat screen TV, so the kids could watch a movie.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaz1WQ43bbuvoMP4LdoRBvQvt7GNJIQ4tKfvjrRxoAs1DU3kRDlRS7M2S9Rf9A6MkUU3N9Z2g0r2h3ZTPpAewlQ8xHhfLBfJ-5JbxYRJev2zLHjVZXpklKxVWC3eg0n0BOYT7RSSoxB9Hn/s1600-h/India+2009+438.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390108942415545826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaz1WQ43bbuvoMP4LdoRBvQvt7GNJIQ4tKfvjrRxoAs1DU3kRDlRS7M2S9Rf9A6MkUU3N9Z2g0r2h3ZTPpAewlQ8xHhfLBfJ-5JbxYRJev2zLHjVZXpklKxVWC3eg0n0BOYT7RSSoxB9Hn/s320/India+2009+438.jpg" border="0" /></a> Although we were warned the mosquitoes could be vicious, we barely noticed them, especially since our bedrooms had AC. In fact, we’ve had worse luck with mosquitoes on camping trips in Wisconsin!</div>In the morning, when the boat resumed its travels, we saw vignettes of local life: women washing clothes, dishes, and children (!) in the river, ferry boats taking men to work, and children walking to school. As we drew nearer to the town of Alleppey, we saw more and more houseboats – it was a traffic jam on the river, though without all the constant horns!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnDayBda3SxTaMCA0HzJdsCAAKR_vgLMg1v_j1umTSTEDwitZON689wy8RInjLXLTXiC6qTImEQtZIKe__ic0PYTWJODolTlShBZ29krWgXZ3WQwKsUhuC1YGwFXppRyPdS0vqOujeEviA/s1600-h/India+2009+447.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390093646300754818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnDayBda3SxTaMCA0HzJdsCAAKR_vgLMg1v_j1umTSTEDwitZON689wy8RInjLXLTXiC6qTImEQtZIKe__ic0PYTWJODolTlShBZ29krWgXZ3WQwKsUhuC1YGwFXppRyPdS0vqOujeEviA/s320/India+2009+447.jpg" border="0" /></a>We docked at mid-morning, and were taken to our final destination – the Maria Heritage homestay in Alleppey. Homestays are quite popular in this area of Kerala, and they consist of historic homes, decorated with traditional furnishings, and feature home-cooked Keralan meals. Our suite was truly luxurious, featuring a balcony with a hand-carved wooden swing, overlooking the palm tree groves and rice paddy fields. We lazed away most of the afternoon, though James got to try his hand fishing in a tank of water channeled from the river and he caught eight fish! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzVbi2q1jA7MMAG5lgiBFkEu90djYkKRIBxNqnG2RrIx8hRSlQWaZwSj3FB0XkpPHBAsJ53WyxGrIzoxs2wWS6u7EoFHQN6M5wC3JHLwONYSPBjlUVQEJNmH28k0oT0445gBYKzu2xf1P-/s1600-h/India+2009+464.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390094097376135234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzVbi2q1jA7MMAG5lgiBFkEu90djYkKRIBxNqnG2RrIx8hRSlQWaZwSj3FB0XkpPHBAsJ53WyxGrIzoxs2wWS6u7EoFHQN6M5wC3JHLwONYSPBjlUVQEJNmH28k0oT0445gBYKzu2xf1P-/s320/India+2009+464.jpg" border="0" /></a>As with the houseboat, we dined on Kerala specialties, including more fish. In the evening, we could hear a sort of “jungle white noise” of insects and birds outside our windows, and we even saw a few large bats! The only downside to our stay was our 4:00 a.m. wakeup call the next morning, as we had to be in Kochin at 6:30 a.m. for an early flight back to Chennai! </div><br /><div>It was hard to come back to all the traffic, noise and heat of Chennai (still a reliable 90 plus degrees!), so we have already decided to plan our next getaway as soon as possible!</div></div></div></div></div>Carla Luna Cullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10245197620080383172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249335117113469234.post-86891708682235524162009-10-04T00:32:00.000-07:002009-10-05T00:26:30.034-07:00<div>Kerala, Part I – October 1<br /><p class="MsoNormal">Vacation at last! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNvsFPGP5ypdN6mTY_mHlX0LD9G3NIuNUybBf_qhgjR-FXvX_UtLPo4C1EgrkJQqiRUIs0PGzKJzHAKZvkVtOA2VO538b-7Md3316Nxgs-eVLFMZB5w5y9EMzR9Ch-PwkSVfImsuOwCGt6/s1600-h/puja+auto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388656988945818898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNvsFPGP5ypdN6mTY_mHlX0LD9G3NIuNUybBf_qhgjR-FXvX_UtLPo4C1EgrkJQqiRUIs0PGzKJzHAKZvkVtOA2VO538b-7Md3316Nxgs-eVLFMZB5w5y9EMzR9Ch-PwkSVfImsuOwCGt6/s200/puja+auto.jpg" border="0" /></a>After five weeks of school, it was time for a week off, so we planned to leave the bustle of Chennai behind for a trip to Kerala, a state on the southwest coast of India, known as “God’s own country,” due to its natural beauty. We left our apartment on Sunday the 27th, the second to last day of the nine-day Navaratri festivities. As we drove to the train station, we saw evidence of the festive season in the rows of auto-rickshaws lined up along the side of the street, decorated with flower garlands and palm branches. Even the luggage carts in the train station had palm branches tied to them!</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal">For the first leg of our journey to Kerala, we took the night train to Cochin – a twelve-hour trip.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk13ToAvrUdAPS6twlXU3Hyk7Bn7bUxfJZxihkka6LJf_RhCKsfuPnVqN4vZYs9ocHabmjZN6bf1uV0wWFC5OOJcwExMeB0ql4vqUrWF711k-xoAZLKXGvFeGR8iJ7B7LanmbqhxpR__RB/s1600-h/India+2009+287.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388645671025290898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk13ToAvrUdAPS6twlXU3Hyk7Bn7bUxfJZxihkka6LJf_RhCKsfuPnVqN4vZYs9ocHabmjZN6bf1uV0wWFC5OOJcwExMeB0ql4vqUrWF711k-xoAZLKXGvFeGR8iJ7B7LanmbqhxpR__RB/s320/India+2009+287.jpg" border="0" /></a> We opted to go via Second Class 2-Tier AC, a fairly comfortable way to travel (though not as posh as First Class). In 2-Tier, each compartment has two upper and two lower bunks, enclosed by a set of curtains. The bunks were actually quite comfortable, and we were given clean sheets, blankets, and pillows by a train attendant. By 10 p.m., the carriage was dark, as everyone around us attempted to sleep, lulled by the rocking of the train. At times the train would stop briefly and I wondered who might be getting off or on in the middle of the night. We awoke the following morning to see the lush landscape of Kerala – huge groves of coconut trees, rice paddies, so much greenery.</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal">We got off the train in Cochin, a popular tourist spot on the coast, known for its historic district, Fort Cochin, which is full of Dutch and Portugese colonial buildings. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmFXjt3JhaawyNVzE0WkJR62vFS3x-8ObeR4-I0IoDlIBVwPm4YMN26XebOEJfW3N306RHRYNWuzmbTyDGbNeh6UH-eOCCICYrww8T5ez37yUP5per3cyyWuqHuSTq2rn7402j6vwV5pVy/s1600-h/India+2009+298.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388657436329706498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmFXjt3JhaawyNVzE0WkJR62vFS3x-8ObeR4-I0IoDlIBVwPm4YMN26XebOEJfW3N306RHRYNWuzmbTyDGbNeh6UH-eOCCICYrww8T5ez37yUP5per3cyyWuqHuSTq2rn7402j6vwV5pVy/s200/India+2009+298.jpg" border="0" /></a>Our hotel, the Poovah, was one such building – a beautiful Dutch colonial mansion with gorgeous hardwood floors and amazing views of the Arabian Sea. I am not exaggerating when I say that the hotel was one of the nicest places I have ever stayed – in India or anywhere else! The seawalk just outside the hotel was full of people out strolling, as well as the usual ice cream vendors and trinket sellers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwdv_Qhw4ShA8aBYU6KjQN1tc_H2xc32LmHGQE3jCHPeCEBk1ysI-XtkKRKf6WbMPLtvfy3oJqRjn-MyAGG8N4S4qu6nusAxwhEgoClQ_31WXxecJbLRl-XNdYeBqF-3Sf4BDDFDSaZ3BS/s1600-h/India+2009+292.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388657805128674610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwdv_Qhw4ShA8aBYU6KjQN1tc_H2xc32LmHGQE3jCHPeCEBk1ysI-XtkKRKf6WbMPLtvfy3oJqRjn-MyAGG8N4S4qu6nusAxwhEgoClQ_31WXxecJbLRl-XNdYeBqF-3Sf4BDDFDSaZ3BS/s200/India+2009+292.jpg" border="0" /></a>. The waves here were not as powerful as the Bay of Bengal, although the huge clumps of scary-looking seaweed deterred us from putting our feet in the water. At one end of the seawalk were huge wooden fishing nets, operated by a system of weights, that originated in the 14<sup>th</sup> century, brought to India from China. After six weeks in Chennai, we found it a nice change to be in a smaller, more tourist-oriented city. I think we saw more Westerners in Cochin during our one night there than we have seen during our entire stay in Chennai!</p><p class="MsoNormal">As hard as it was to leave the comfort of the Hotel Poovah (especially after breakfast on the terrace with the Arabian Sea in the background!), we were en route the next morning to the hill station of Munnar. At a height of 5,920 feet, Munnar is part of the High Ranges, a very lush, cool area, known for its tea plantations.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOBPEFPYuFuR-IZOseF9BC5T2ec542KTMcAanVBR-5haHto_VVws7QUy5UMTjyF7pYhKAAP_Dc9OApp1Y3SslGL4CTu8BciX8UHe5sjcOZxiXuzoRLnOX2DkKAFDwhKGjihGDvVixk89e/s1600-h/India+2009+326.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389013379178177106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOBPEFPYuFuR-IZOseF9BC5T2ec542KTMcAanVBR-5haHto_VVws7QUy5UMTjyF7pYhKAAP_Dc9OApp1Y3SslGL4CTu8BciX8UHe5sjcOZxiXuzoRLnOX2DkKAFDwhKGjihGDvVixk89e/s320/India+2009+326.jpg" border="0" /></a> The contrast between this area and the tropical environs of Cochin was quite striking. The higher we climbed, the cooler the air became. It is hard to describe the beauty of the area, with its waterfalls, green hills and rock cliffs – it simply felt like another world, so different from the India we had seen so far. At one point, when we stopped at a waterfall to take pictures and buy snacks, we saw a group of monkeys, sneaking down the side of the hill to forage among the discarded pineapple leaves and coconut shells. Taz was entranced with the adorably cute monkeys, especially the babies.</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Our hotel in Munnar, the Deshadan, billed itself as the “highest resort in Kerala” and we did feel like we were above the clouds, with views of green hills that stretched for miles.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgniBXuOyQro4AlAQqP2kp13Vfb37tiPFosbaXyxpRnXpoVjR9h5sL50rdWyJarWY4Jf_7QpYshZMwh3edfK_SIVVzJeuiNyTjdRpzoO1K4VIgBKTk1bxsaoJxEZ0N5f4fwzEd6cc_1VHFB/s1600-h/India+2009+365.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388645179144259602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgniBXuOyQro4AlAQqP2kp13Vfb37tiPFosbaXyxpRnXpoVjR9h5sL50rdWyJarWY4Jf_7QpYshZMwh3edfK_SIVVzJeuiNyTjdRpzoO1K4VIgBKTk1bxsaoJxEZ0N5f4fwzEd6cc_1VHFB/s320/India+2009+365.jpg" border="0" /></a> The morning after we arrived, we visited a tea museum, where batches of tea leaves were dried and then ground in varying degrees of fineness, to make various types of tea. Even in this world of mechanization, the tea leaves are still picked by hand by the workers. From there, we went on to an “elephant park,” where we could finally indulge in an activity from our Indian wish list – an elephant back ride. As we waited for our turn, we watched one of the drivers give an elephant a bath with huge buckets of water, concluding with a soaping-down of the tusks. The elephant ride was not all that comfortable, since each time the elephant went uphill or down, we swayed precariously, holding on for dear life, trying not to fall off. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-vzwCOz3i9QrHe5m2r6RJJgSqAvK97uePn7h2oeAdjpXGbbw3j37cmUmF7Rwgk2429t6_Qhboq-1wnXOwNXL4I8XwmXO_OMHJwXeGO9sR94q11HkpTJdMy6qzauSEuWtmu6Fd2OINafiJ/s1600-h/James+speedboat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388650687574564034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-vzwCOz3i9QrHe5m2r6RJJgSqAvK97uePn7h2oeAdjpXGbbw3j37cmUmF7Rwgk2429t6_Qhboq-1wnXOwNXL4I8XwmXO_OMHJwXeGO9sR94q11HkpTJdMy6qzauSEuWtmu6Fd2OINafiJ/s200/James+speedboat.jpg" border="0" /></a>At the end, we bought big pieces of cut-up pineapple (leaves and all) to feed our elephant. It was fun, although I don’t think any of us are cut our for a serious jungle trek! Our day concluded with a ride around Maupetty Lake in a speedboat. I think James enjoyed it the most, even though he didn't actually get to "drive" the boat.</p><p class="MsoNormal"> So far, we have enjoyed our trip to Kerala. We still have more to see, but that will be covered in the next blog! Stay tuned . . </p></div>Carla Luna Cullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10245197620080383172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249335117113469234.post-8820143925385682902009-09-19T21:08:00.000-07:002009-09-19T21:49:40.041-07:00<div>Of Weddings and Festivals<br /><br />Now that we have been in Chennai for a month, time seems to be speeding up. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju2wqV77QcX62YczEXF3ZGOa5EGUzzq7RMAHkOLVxfG7X6qqO4J517Lt5e_e3LN9hJqEL_eFFI96UUw24yMrccuvKMv0MXx3F0txdCsWx8J0-EEpVlPPbrv27hdBZ65COoC53Usif0KZMz/s1600-h/India+2009+146.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383406922349249346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju2wqV77QcX62YczEXF3ZGOa5EGUzzq7RMAHkOLVxfG7X6qqO4J517Lt5e_e3LN9hJqEL_eFFI96UUw24yMrccuvKMv0MXx3F0txdCsWx8J0-EEpVlPPbrv27hdBZ65COoC53Usif0KZMz/s200/India+2009+146.jpg" border="0" /></a>The weeks go by more quickly and the longer we are here, the more we learn about South India. Over the past week, we’ve been fortunate enough to see two cultural traditions firsthand: we went to a wedding reception on Saturday, September 12, and we were invited to join several families for their celebration of the Navarathri festival.<br /><br />Last week, when I dropped James off at school on Friday, one of his classmates, Balasubramanian (Bala), came up to me, grinning broadly, and gave me an envelope. “For you, aunty,” he said. (“Aunty” is a common term kids use to address women here). Inside the envelope was a beautiful, handmade invitation to Bala’s older sister’s wedding reception, which was being held on the following day. So, on Saturday, we made a quick trip to a nearby handicrafts store to buy a gift, then dressed in our finest and went to the Lakshmi Mahal mandapam (wedding hall) to attend the festivities. Although no start time was specified on the invitation, we were told by the Vidya Mandir teachers that 7:00 p.m. would be a good time to show up.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigoF_d_G810gyU4hzU6ro2WMCDLyEeqYquhuUgqnuwVVnCJIC1I769QVXbbZGSPbCWZ0Zh4U2naq9NpwEWbrqEO9AzfAkCvVFLiLuPwuGU59E1YhQbgViPWnV0dh5TxxG_iAOWmnAZNKAS/s1600-h/wedding+crop.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383399924577364274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigoF_d_G810gyU4hzU6ro2WMCDLyEeqYquhuUgqnuwVVnCJIC1I769QVXbbZGSPbCWZ0Zh4U2naq9NpwEWbrqEO9AzfAkCvVFLiLuPwuGU59E1YhQbgViPWnV0dh5TxxG_iAOWmnAZNKAS/s200/wedding+crop.jpg" border="0" /></a>Upon arrival, we were led upstairs to the upper floor of the wedding hall, where the bride and groom stood on a stage, wearing flower garlands. Groups of friends and family took turns going up on stage, giving them wedding presents (wrapped in very shiny paper!), and posing for pictures with the couple. Videographers were on hand to capture the moment, and the photos were immediately displayed on monitors prominently placed around the hall. There was music provided by a live band, and most of the guests sat on plastic chairs, watching the bride and groom. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg58CNw8j1oakPxOROpzZ4E3XDL7WCduQpcPPBcVXV0CKmauEbV4-7s7GF8R55FP-15MC5qrBzMc1KZQnwneGMGQrA3ZV8mkgG-Gj2SSAIJuGM1N6zS_ViNkVKhdzcdpzp4E2qVVBdWFEKC/s1600-h/wedding+kids.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383400891816760402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg58CNw8j1oakPxOROpzZ4E3XDL7WCduQpcPPBcVXV0CKmauEbV4-7s7GF8R55FP-15MC5qrBzMc1KZQnwneGMGQrA3ZV8mkgG-Gj2SSAIJuGM1N6zS_ViNkVKhdzcdpzp4E2qVVBdWFEKC/s320/wedding+kids.jpg" border="0" /></a>Once we sat down, we were greeted warmly by Bala, who was thrilled to see all of us. He was dressed in a traditional outfit and looked like a little prince! He soon corrupted James into running around in the back of the hall with him and a few other classmates from Vidya Mandir. Meanwhile, Taz and I gaped at all the gorgeous outfits – beautiful saris and lots of gold jewelry!<br /><br />We eventually went up on stage to present our gift, and then were told to go downstairs, where food was being served, buffet-style. The food was delicious – South Indian vegetarian fare – although there were no tables to sit at, or even chairs. No decorations either – I guess these were reserved for the upper floor of the hall. Most people ate fairly quickly, mingling and chatting all the while, and then went back upstairs to watch the bride and groom again. When it was time to leave, we were given a parting gift of a flowered metal storage bowl!<br /><br />The week after the wedding (our fourth week of school here) was exam week for the upper classes (Grades 6 – 12). <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxLKci8IWEJ0v9d40g0zM_flH9Z9VYCPht9CGX6oIy9tK5CZfUGoxED3hYZkqQwDGeAerVtnPXppl6s1zTmjkPzpwNtgAGKx-3J5mTLjv15ecBR-JF3WJJLcSrakK2ElH7JYPSeG9lhEQg/s1600-h/India+2009+192.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383402086008966370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxLKci8IWEJ0v9d40g0zM_flH9Z9VYCPht9CGX6oIy9tK5CZfUGoxED3hYZkqQwDGeAerVtnPXppl6s1zTmjkPzpwNtgAGKx-3J5mTLjv15ecBR-JF3WJJLcSrakK2ElH7JYPSeG9lhEQg/s320/India+2009+192.jpg" border="0" /></a>However, even the threat of exams could not dampen the excitement of the upcoming Navarathri festival, which started this Friday. Navarathri is a nine-day Hindu festival, dedicated to the Mother Goddess in the form of the goddesses Durga, Lakshmi, and Saraswati. It is celebrated differently in the various regions of India. In Tamil Nadu (the state we are living in), families set up steps in their house (either in their living room area or in their puja [prayer] room) and place idols on them, known as golu or kolu. The kolu include wooden or clay figures of the gods and goddesses, and even bowls of miniature food. During the nine days, friends and families gather at each other’s homes to see their displays and receive gifts.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuhdAn7UHc3xubVmJ7n2AdH9VOFv7F-IPJmHUKEpPJLGb4cFQU6pdGV2WO97F_GOqoJmzle4gzR6abco6jLqA7GtxxVXtEecHvd-8qMUTHq8K-ZtihDJwFtEh-beNCEK9rlcAb5_P3OBBF/s1600-h/India+2009+184.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383403374079294210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuhdAn7UHc3xubVmJ7n2AdH9VOFv7F-IPJmHUKEpPJLGb4cFQU6pdGV2WO97F_GOqoJmzle4gzR6abco6jLqA7GtxxVXtEecHvd-8qMUTHq8K-ZtihDJwFtEh-beNCEK9rlcAb5_P3OBBF/s200/India+2009+184.jpg" border="0" /></a>Today, our family joined some of the teachers from Vidya Mandir School and went on the rounds, visiting three houses. Families take turns serving as hosts, entertaining guests and giving presents. Each house we went to had a beautiful display of the kolu dolls, arranged on a set of steps. Most of the clay dolls are handmade and they vary in size from fairly large Ganesh idols to small bowls of miniature food. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl2EjgKgrw2iFj0qB97BFYLEBiyNdmCpEWREMIp_ipkVZFdnZdyds_327GR_oNKSFAuazsGet8Iy_DLYunyicL-CgbYI2wRN9Aov3HnPDldeQxTo-XbqOGL8IWgtCVxnQ5uyCWigr3j7bo/s1600-h/India+2009+190.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383404482803666978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl2EjgKgrw2iFj0qB97BFYLEBiyNdmCpEWREMIp_ipkVZFdnZdyds_327GR_oNKSFAuazsGet8Iy_DLYunyicL-CgbYI2wRN9Aov3HnPDldeQxTo-XbqOGL8IWgtCVxnQ5uyCWigr3j7bo/s320/India+2009+190.jpg" border="0" /></a>We visited each house for about 45 minutes, talking and enjoying refreshment. As we prepared to leave each house, we were each given a thamboolam (gift) bag with traditional presents - a coconut, a lime, betel leaves, and mini containers of yellow and red turmeric powder (which is put on the forehead). The kids were also lavished with other gifts as well; Taz received a beautiful, handmade silver necklace, bangles, and a pair of earrings. My kids were just grinning like it was Christmas, unable to believe their good luck.<br />This is just the beginning of the festival, so there are more houses yet to visit. We all feel very privileged, gaining entrance to this slice of traditional life in South India!</div>Carla Luna Cullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10245197620080383172noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249335117113469234.post-48596777238247778082009-09-11T10:33:00.000-07:002009-09-23T02:21:36.397-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlvqjRyduq5EsYY54yZqwKOd10wWidq17wYQ_x4iCYQxa5WClUHfuHPlgKTAiCzJkkalUffm78FoMXoAvKEoGCRvAF4qiRHFvCRibMcg-5YDTmCyo9s2RLmU1ErjvLYtp39eR72P2tiYry/s1600-h/India+2009+125.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380269740641864258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlvqjRyduq5EsYY54yZqwKOd10wWidq17wYQ_x4iCYQxa5WClUHfuHPlgKTAiCzJkkalUffm78FoMXoAvKEoGCRvAF4qiRHFvCRibMcg-5YDTmCyo9s2RLmU1ErjvLYtp39eR72P2tiYry/s200/India+2009+125.jpg" border="0" /></a>First Impressions of Vidya Mandir Senior Secondary School – from Mike <p class="MsoNormal">Having taught for the past eleven years at Cedarburg High School, I was a little nervous as I was about to begin my teaching assignment in India.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>At Cedarburg High I was accustomed to a well-equipped classroom with the latest technology, class sizes that typically stay below thirty students, and a great support network from my colleagues.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>In terms of a high school teaching assignment in the United States, I find myself fortunate.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>What exactly would I face as I prepared for my first day in an Indian classroom?</p><p class="MsoNormal">Within hours of my first day on the job at Vidya Mandir Senior Secondary School, it became clear to me that any fears I had were unfounded.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>Students, faculty and parents greeted me warmly.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>Now three weeks into the job, the enthusiasm continues.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>Any walk down the hallway involves returning dozens of greetings of “Good morning, sir!!”<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>I also seem to be the daily beneficiary of birthday treats from any student who happens to be celebrating their birthday that day.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>With nearly two thousand students in the school (K thru 12), I have not lacked for sweets.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgboODfGFIyFcjbhkMc8nOluXcPf75zGBYHq2IzB1swWECutXP0NnAcw9QiJbUUsimNwSSoM_x7L1FFamIJIob4H5zTDztVYPSf2j7XqMyhfRCiXJwsweVvtBuazN0rx9gEXYi03VGSC3E6/s1600-h/India+2009+137.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380267305396873058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgboODfGFIyFcjbhkMc8nOluXcPf75zGBYHq2IzB1swWECutXP0NnAcw9QiJbUUsimNwSSoM_x7L1FFamIJIob4H5zTDztVYPSf2j7XqMyhfRCiXJwsweVvtBuazN0rx9gEXYi03VGSC3E6/s320/India+2009+137.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">While there are tremendous strengths in the American educational system, I have found some interesting and inviting differences while teaching at Vidya Mandir School.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>A tremendous culture of respect is reinforced with students.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>Each morning begins with a brief assembly where students chant a Sanskrit prayer.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>While I don’t understand the words, I am impressed with one thousand teens showing daily reverence to their gods.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>When I enter the classroom, all students rise and stand as they wait for me to greet them.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>At the end of the lesson, some students will rise again and say “Thank you, sir!” as I leave the classroom.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal">I was a bit surprised to find that most students like math!<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>Even abstract math.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioPKsDPe4X1XzNk_UX1q4-tRwRgZjHVlgPuBYw4nXj82rqeATVT_qGqCtI-C5xJWYiVm37NyMWUgLmam3xtF1b_DXZ6opaYHP9MBE3DJrL97yIKRd_0ufH6NHhFVjkMNafqhFCXLNGlTDY/s1600-h/India+2009+139.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380268705692432290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioPKsDPe4X1XzNk_UX1q4-tRwRgZjHVlgPuBYw4nXj82rqeATVT_qGqCtI-C5xJWYiVm37NyMWUgLmam3xtF1b_DXZ6opaYHP9MBE3DJrL97yIKRd_0ufH6NHhFVjkMNafqhFCXLNGlTDY/s320/India+2009+139.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>The level of engagement is high.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>Every student takes notes in a school issue “class book”.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>These we periodically collect to grade notes and to make sure students have completed the homework.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>Since students typically work EVERY problem in the text as either class work or homework, these books fill up quickly.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>Some students buy supplemental texts and work these problems as well.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>The curriculum is abstract, challenging and several grade levels ahead of the standard U.S. high school curriculum.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal">While I occasionally yearn for my air-conditioned classroom back in Cedarburg, my teaching experience in India has been excellent.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>I love the high level of mathematics that is being taught and I am confident that these experiences will help me to continue to improve as a teacher.</p>Carla Luna Cullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10245197620080383172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249335117113469234.post-31186984476090968882009-09-07T07:53:00.000-07:002009-09-07T08:12:08.511-07:00Queensland - "India's No. 1 Amusement Paradise!"<br /><br />Another school week done and we are gradually adjusting. To be honest, it was not a full week for the kids. On Thursday afternoon, it was announced that Friday would be a school and government holiday, due to the tragic death of YSR Reddy, the Chief Minister of the province of Andhra Pradesh. Mike had to work a half-day on Friday, but the kids had the full day off and accompanied me to my Yoga class (they even got to participate!). Afterwards, we went to a wonderful coffeehouse called Mocha Mojo, where they serve decadent milkshakes and even muffins and bagels!<br /><br />Mike also had to work on Saturday at Sports Day (sort of like a track and field meet), so we <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkceOOwmMF_O10MI1zcBD4Dw1QZAhf7fCuiiyFy5PgxpyqZlk459Jna8RFBtDGXcDasTCdouyFKS3E_IbADxYYIxaPhJPq1D4HcZz0PAATQFHa6stdZLPXFR2o6CBk-7UCve0DiW76xMyk/s1600-h/Queensland+crop.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378739842758924722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkceOOwmMF_O10MI1zcBD4Dw1QZAhf7fCuiiyFy5PgxpyqZlk459Jna8RFBtDGXcDasTCdouyFKS3E_IbADxYYIxaPhJPq1D4HcZz0PAATQFHa6stdZLPXFR2o6CBk-7UCve0DiW76xMyk/s320/Queensland+crop.jpg" border="0" /></a>decided we’d attempt a family outing on Sunday to one of Chennai’s theme parks. We chose Queensland, which was recommended by most of the students and teachers at VM School. I was a little anxious, worrying about ride safety standards and such, but Mike and the kids talked me into it!<br />It took us about 45 minutes to get to Queensland, in the comfort of an AC call-taxi. The park itself seemed clean and well-run, with the rides in working order (always a big plus!). The entrance fee was only 350 rupees ($7.00) per person, with the caveat that you could only go on each ride once. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqvu-v-r_pyVLzqSOGzrUKEJ7pTSAFOwgn32NOwcVyW_oFy-5FPEQYdJa6PIIdUuQo_avQezOhYQjaOoxVH2PUdmh3-vH9pa88E0kvXcXYCyKXDkaodxQubA3eZpG6NIEJ0VbKW7SK-TJQ/s1600-h/India+2009+112.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378740566356247314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqvu-v-r_pyVLzqSOGzrUKEJ7pTSAFOwgn32NOwcVyW_oFy-5FPEQYdJa6PIIdUuQo_avQezOhYQjaOoxVH2PUdmh3-vH9pa88E0kvXcXYCyKXDkaodxQubA3eZpG6NIEJ0VbKW7SK-TJQ/s320/India+2009+112.jpg" border="0" /></a>No problem here, as there were a lot of rides, most of which were like typical carnival rides, plus a section of kiddie ones. The carousel was quite unique – instead of animals, the kids rode on musical instruments! Taz was psyched to ride on a baritone – her band instrument.<br /><br />The tricky thing about the park was the “Timings.” Certain rides/areas were only open at specific times, which would be announced in Tamil and English on a loudspeaker. Unfortunately, the announcements were incomprehensible even in English, so we couldn’t tell if things were starting or stopping! However, park employees went out of their way to help us. “Cable car closing at 12:30” one of them said to us. “You must hurry. Go there!” OK, and off we went, and had a super long cable car ride with a great view of the park. Later, other employees came over: “Himalayan Water Ride closing at 2:30!” So again we ran over to the ride, which was like a rapids ride (awesome!).<br /><br />The best part by far was the water park, which included an “American Wave Pool” and a swimming pool. I had read about the water area and wisely brought our swimsuits in my backpack. Once we got there, however, I realized that we didn’t need them. In the “Ladies and Children” section (the men and women are strictly segregated in the pool), all the women were fully clothed! Most were wearing full saris or salwar khameez (long tunic and pants). Rather than put our swimsuits on and stand out even more, the kids and I went in with our t-shirts and shorts on. Once we got over the weirdness of swimming in our clothes, it was wonderfully refreshing, especially since it was 95 degrees out! It was a great area, kind of like you’d find in the Wisconsin Dells, with slides and buckets dumping water. The men’s side was even more exciting, with tube rides and huge body slides, but only Mike got to go on that side! I have no photos to share, as photography in this area was strictly forbidden!!<br /><br />I have to add, also, that unlike an American theme park, all the food and drinks were super reasonably priced. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKccO5DToE0BZOqGBpR0g48HySMqdXztb80j7OOBH1xxOJL7ndJNJjNdVO0zmzUPBEj_LfQP25aMZiIEwdjizNZUSB4JjYayEQZzjwfCvOoQ24rsZCIsFlGz9G-7tIMj2kT_3ql8Zd3bwr/s1600-h/India+2009+117.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378741307272605170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKccO5DToE0BZOqGBpR0g48HySMqdXztb80j7OOBH1xxOJL7ndJNJjNdVO0zmzUPBEj_LfQP25aMZiIEwdjizNZUSB4JjYayEQZzjwfCvOoQ24rsZCIsFlGz9G-7tIMj2kT_3ql8Zd3bwr/s320/India+2009+117.jpg" border="0" /></a>This photo of one of the stalls shows the kinds of snacks you could buy – all of it under 15 rupees (30 cents): popcorn, cotton candy, ramen noodles, sugar cane water, tea and coffee. There were also places selling ice cream, and a restaurant stall where Mike and I had yummy, spicy Indian/Chinese fried rice and noodles.<br /><div><br /><div><div><p>In the end, we purchased the kids a couple of Queensland T-shirts (70 rupees - $1.40 each!) to replace their wet ones, and headed for home. It was an exhausting day, but definitely a success, and I’m sure we’ll be back!</p></div></div></div>Carla Luna Cullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10245197620080383172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249335117113469234.post-52776014862947520762009-09-01T07:38:00.000-07:002009-09-01T07:59:08.106-07:00Weekend Excursions<br /><br />After the exhausting first week of school, our family was ready to do some sightseeing over the weekend. On Saturdays, Vidya Mandir school is in session, but usually just for special events (sports day, geography bee, track and field meet, etc). Mike had to go in to proctor a math exam, but the kids got to stay home. They were so happy to sleep in and watch Saturday morning cartoons on the Disney Channel and Pogo (kids’ channel with English language programs, including Mr. Bean – one of our favorites!).<br /><br />In the afternoon, we were taken by Mr. Umapathi (our exchange teacher’s husband) and Balaji (her son) to the Periyar Science Museum and Biral Planetarium. Once there, we were treated<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIP2WIADLaH7MUMMsAbJFyM5Kv1PijgB4bBux-_xJCdnAr1KO8JGATB8iP8RYQeJU2wWiCBEb748o-0p0-nQSOcplaoYGif_XZL5eLnEiNFg_4J6Z5h4ZWdQ02S0YP1mGAcPFd8Zjj1nov/s1600-h/India+2009+058.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376509286126094210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIP2WIADLaH7MUMMsAbJFyM5Kv1PijgB4bBux-_xJCdnAr1KO8JGATB8iP8RYQeJU2wWiCBEb748o-0p0-nQSOcplaoYGif_XZL5eLnEiNFg_4J6Z5h4ZWdQ02S0YP1mGAcPFd8Zjj1nov/s320/India+2009+058.jpg" border="0" /></a> like VIP’s – one of the guards escorted us around and showed us the Optical Illusions room, which had all kinds of cool trick mirrors. The planetarium show was wonderfully air-conditioned (a huge plus!) although a little out of date, as it said we would be sending robotic missions to the moon in 2008! The 3-D movie was “trippy” (Taz’ quote) but got a huge response from the audience, who exclaimed with excitement and fear at each thing that popped out at us.<br /><br />On Sunday, we decided to try the “Hop On / Hop Off” bus run by the Tamil Nadu Tourist Corporation. The idea here being that you take the bus from downtown Chennai and you can get off at many different stops along the ECR (East Coast Road) and then “hop on” again at half hour intervals to continue the ride. A great idea . . . in theory! We went first to Dakshina Chitra, an excellent outdoor folk museum with recreated houses from Southern India (provinces of Tamil Nadu, Kerala, Karnataka). On the grounds was a large open area where local craftspeople <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIkcDz7RF-hQJby9jlpCH25y9jpNN120lm4vknUJTHavcBPYJCqZA6aOxrDIi3NpNwdrgQ3HehFkx0zPvd8RXq-ZWsnjXHsBCZx0qWOkAxlSzWa-LZPdz1zEHXM9I5N1iva6T3V7I5KacN/s1600-h/India+2009+073.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376510117215826770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIkcDz7RF-hQJby9jlpCH25y9jpNN120lm4vknUJTHavcBPYJCqZA6aOxrDIi3NpNwdrgQ3HehFkx0zPvd8RXq-ZWsnjXHsBCZx0qWOkAxlSzWa-LZPdz1zEHXM9I5N1iva6T3V7I5KacN/s320/India+2009+073.jpg" border="0" /></a>demonstrated and sold their wares. Taz and James learned how to engrave on a palm leaf with a stylus to make intricate drawings. I spoke at length with one artist about his miniature paintings, which is a big interest of mine, due to my writing. We also saw people making woven grass yoga mats (they smelled wonderful!) and carving designs on stone elephants.<br /><br />Our bus came as scheduled, about an hour and a half later, and we proceeded to Mamallapuram <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7WhjhzWNRdapq77kcj2EVUvanOQYKLtbAksRxJErIJVa3fLn5_fq6CnOLVLbuu3LRjrjBfK9pMDKBmGhkNBr_XuyIXszdupNCeDovIED2EscEn8-HJkVmyj5i_pzEXZeMw8iqNtuJmI8A/s1600-h/India+2009+077.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376510715560639442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7WhjhzWNRdapq77kcj2EVUvanOQYKLtbAksRxJErIJVa3fLn5_fq6CnOLVLbuu3LRjrjBfK9pMDKBmGhkNBr_XuyIXszdupNCeDovIED2EscEn8-HJkVmyj5i_pzEXZeMw8iqNtuJmI8A/s320/India+2009+077.jpg" border="0" /></a>(also called Mahabalipuram). This coastal village is famous for its rock cut temples, which were created by the Pallava dynasty in the 7th century AD. The South Shore temple, which overlooks the Bay of Bengal, was huge and impressive, though a lot of the details of the rock carving had been eroded by the salt air and wind. We then walked over to see “Arjuna’s Penance” – an elaborate bas-relief carved into a rock face. On the hill above it were more carved rock caves and “Krishna’s Butterball” – an immense natural boulder <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZI-0SAhbaV1rERK179i6qLHuawwtsIeItwGN0frf675i9QxbmK6O8O7hBnFsCHHBZjmT1WMCYfuNVMg2EZZdk3vinHsJKPGrUB72oXUtyhnVSw32Wsecnwbg7poqmZBwt46bp_eXjE9nP/s1600-h/India+2009+092.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376511427886228546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZI-0SAhbaV1rERK179i6qLHuawwtsIeItwGN0frf675i9QxbmK6O8O7hBnFsCHHBZjmT1WMCYfuNVMg2EZZdk3vinHsJKPGrUB72oXUtyhnVSw32Wsecnwbg7poqmZBwt46bp_eXjE9nP/s320/India+2009+092.jpg" border="0" /></a>perched precariously on a slope. There were tons of goats wandering everywhere, as well as women sitting on the rocks, selling cut up cucumbers! <div><div><div><div><br /><div>Alas, when it was time to leave, our “hop on” did not go as planned. For some unknown reason, our bus never showed up, and we waited for an hour at the bus stop. It was hard for the kids, as they were pretty exhausted by this time, and the humidity was intense. Every time a city bus pulled into the stop, crowds of people would run after it and try to hop on board, while it was still moving! Luckily, when our bus did come, it stopped first! On our return trip, as we drove into Chennai, we saw all these large Ganesha idols (elephant god), <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSzppdBjXEV6pluUGxyHBRpPAZfls15fqpaz0He7cORDHUPPQ4RfS0CdMbHbbPB70cLOwcNv6qQYoHB_Fw2witybs59oh3No9PGIBe4MS3fFvfmS35cN0Br1d_UcVTMy59xhkJpGX3S6Iv/s1600-h/India+2009+099.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376512491791879378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSzppdBjXEV6pluUGxyHBRpPAZfls15fqpaz0He7cORDHUPPQ4RfS0CdMbHbbPB70cLOwcNv6qQYoHB_Fw2witybs59oh3No9PGIBe4MS3fFvfmS35cN0Br1d_UcVTMy59xhkJpGX3S6Iv/s200/India+2009+099.jpg" border="0" /></a>draped in garlands, being pulled along the road in make-shift floats, with people walking alongside. Some of them were taller than a bus! Apparently, the idols were going to be immersed in the sea, as the final part of the Vinayaga Chaturthi ritual that had begun a week ago. We were tempted to follow them and watch the process, but we had been warned that the crowds might be too intense, so we proceeded along to our apartment, to rest up for our second week of school.</div></div></div></div></div>Carla Luna Cullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10245197620080383172noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249335117113469234.post-582908326114904152009-08-31T03:04:00.000-07:002009-08-31T03:26:41.229-07:00First Week of School – August 29<br /><br />We have survived the first week of school in Chennai! By all accounts, it was a huge adjustment – probably the biggest so far of this whole adventure. But we are able to relax this weekend, knowing we have put one of the toughest weeks behind us.<br /><br />School started on Monday, August 24. Mike and the kids – in their new school unifor<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2f-qM1mErYE9BkJzE6iTwXTfWqTsExdG5856aQtMUI4w-_X_fBJlb5dXTeP0F8yMOmd1SeZjMulMKxWv9LvOwXYV6A0s55_b666Wgdxi424HSky5XU18KPyMMgiorwbaXnSgwNRRg-Znm/s1600-h/India+2009+051.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376067543337343058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2f-qM1mErYE9BkJzE6iTwXTfWqTsExdG5856aQtMUI4w-_X_fBJlb5dXTeP0F8yMOmd1SeZjMulMKxWv9LvOwXYV6A0s55_b666Wgdxi424HSky5XU18KPyMMgiorwbaXnSgwNRRg-Znm/s320/India+2009+051.jpg" border="0" /></a>ms – took an auto-rickshaw to Vidya Mandir Senior Secondary School. I accompanied them as well, hoping desperately that I would not cry when I dropped them off. The first day of school is always hard on a mom, and even harder when it’s in a foreign country!<br /><br />That morning, there was a general assembly at which Mike and the kids were introduced. Mike had to give an impromptu speech, which he handled quite well! At the end of the assembly, the students sang a prayer in Sanskrit and then sang the national anthem (I think). In case I have not mentioned before, Tamil is the local language here in the province of Tamil Nadu, and spoken more commonly than Hindi. All the kids at the school speak both Tamil and English.<br /><br />Our kids were pretty overwhelmed on the first school day, especially James, as he was swarmed <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgj3Fv2Q2peuHDG9A_F2bLa7ip_XtQHMX0Kzhpe-1R7TLcTCgMvmCwvRetjkLVBC5_iHP6q2s9lh559Yde6zIY8BkA0ayknTJzAjloGs9dcTDHYWAL_uaSips9SCkvAvvUSOBm839VSuOS/s1600-h/India+2009+053.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376068114737940338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgj3Fv2Q2peuHDG9A_F2bLa7ip_XtQHMX0Kzhpe-1R7TLcTCgMvmCwvRetjkLVBC5_iHP6q2s9lh559Yde6zIY8BkA0ayknTJzAjloGs9dcTDHYWAL_uaSips9SCkvAvvUSOBm839VSuOS/s320/India+2009+053.jpg" border="0" /></a>with students asking him a myriad of questions. Unlike our school back home, here the students stay in one classroom and teachers move from class to class. So for the five or so minutes when there is no teacher in the room, there is the potential for a lot of chaos, especially in 3rd grade! The 7th Graders in Tasmine’s class are a little more relaxed around her. They are very friendly, especially during snack time and lunch, when they play games like charades and “name that tune.” During one of the snack breaks, Taz shared some M & Ms that we had brought from the U.S. They were a big hit. Taz is not able to participate in all the classes yet, since the 7th Grade is doing a lot of tests based on first semester material. However, she is learning Sanskrit, which she likes. When second semester starts in October, she can participate more fully.<br /><br />We are slowly adjusting to our day-to-day life here. We bought a cricket bat and <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhDxWYIr-jub1T5hUfrpOz_DUfPKj-vrJ9AmFTy9bDSNn9J1iDw76Njd6JEamMVDuGblcobcN-uHt65FPLpDU0tHtWDv2e9nSMtQUHcklXEjGkmiUJ9v5iQ0io3jeYaRZ_6xjTzsLkbFnd/s1600-h/India+2009+055.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376068741637819794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhDxWYIr-jub1T5hUfrpOz_DUfPKj-vrJ9AmFTy9bDSNn9J1iDw76Njd6JEamMVDuGblcobcN-uHt65FPLpDU0tHtWDv2e9nSMtQUHcklXEjGkmiUJ9v5iQ0io3jeYaRZ_6xjTzsLkbFnd/s320/India+2009+055.jpg" border="0" /></a>now Mike and the kids practice cricket in the street outside our apartment. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj9gpvlIZdH6HYCY5wgewpbKXdkSsJYPUY8kEKS9o4esIxuuQ_hK2Ul5yzJ1dWTbixSp-0ZSirfiN9KWB68D-EDJO86snUZ7O7GHPce5zEBVN6_jeJWw__nWRSTOBB5HwNtPU8TwDCl4xg/s1600-h/India+2009+057.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376070061321021586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj9gpvlIZdH6HYCY5wgewpbKXdkSsJYPUY8kEKS9o4esIxuuQ_hK2Ul5yzJ1dWTbixSp-0ZSirfiN9KWB68D-EDJO86snUZ7O7GHPce5zEBVN6_jeJWw__nWRSTOBB5HwNtPU8TwDCl4xg/s320/India+2009+057.jpg" border="0" /></a>We also bought some badminton rackets (called “shuttle” here) so that we can play on our roof. The roofs here are flat and are used for relaxing and hanging out laundry. I have attempted a couple of the less spicy Indian dishes from my South Indian cookbook, with decent results. One of the teachers from the school is also going to teach me how to cook a few things; on Friday night she taught me how to make a dessert called pasayam. <div><div><div><div> </div><div>I am hoping that we can get rested up this weekend, and perhaps see a few sights in and around Chennai.</div></div></div></div>Carla Luna Cullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10245197620080383172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249335117113469234.post-56352634827197052172009-08-26T05:03:00.000-07:002009-08-26T05:25:41.339-07:00Welcome to Chennai – August 23, 2009<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6hg5czR1H8bp6RF-kkkCSURAFSQpBb3uw7VcE_0bFoT-93tNXwmitcyQkXZTx2_tqgMI-6bB5sUtz2g51-LjeK8OX-XiOhOI5QLz9qK2It8FEVMvHySF0z5m8cyPezt5zXDo15M4B0Iz/s1600-h/India+2009+034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374243850194174978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6hg5czR1H8bp6RF-kkkCSURAFSQpBb3uw7VcE_0bFoT-93tNXwmitcyQkXZTx2_tqgMI-6bB5sUtz2g51-LjeK8OX-XiOhOI5QLz9qK2It8FEVMvHySF0z5m8cyPezt5zXDo15M4B0Iz/s320/India+2009+034.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Images of Chennai – a woman sitting on the street corner, making garlands of fragrant jasmine flowers; a cow pulling a wooden cart full of clay Ganesh statues; the “flame of the forest” tree outside our apartment balcony; a man on an old bicycle outside our apartment selling buckets; kids playing cricket on the beach on the Bay of Bengal; and the constant honk of the auto-rickshaws.<br /><br />We arrived in Chennai on Tuesday evening, August 18, to be greeted warmly by Mr. Umapathi – the husband of our exchange teacher, Chitra. Not only did he personally escort us to our new apartment, but he presented us with sandalwood garlands and a cake decorated with our names! The apartment is lovely – far nicer than I expected. From our balcony, we have a view of the aforementioned “flame” trees and coconut palms, as well as other balconies and <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFROTRTdZadGfhIWkzCMthY7L6Jx_N15H3h3MWdkRshw92XssE3jArFcnXliQ-hjXwz61cSssTJjGx6IGiTCBgorOiAO5vPpWP726xybfojv_OLylfKHiue0s8-JLbA8vti4W2onGJnrpo/s1600-h/India+2009+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374243858407663234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFROTRTdZadGfhIWkzCMthY7L6Jx_N15H3h3MWdkRshw92XssE3jArFcnXliQ-hjXwz61cSssTJjGx6IGiTCBgorOiAO5vPpWP726xybfojv_OLylfKHiue0s8-JLbA8vti4W2onGJnrpo/s320/India+2009+033.jpg" border="0" /></a>rooftops in the area. We are lucky to live on a quiet street, especially since Chennai is not a quiet city! There is a small market right next to our apartment building – much like the corner stores of old – where we can buy ice cream, pop, and other snacks. In the morning, I go buy our milk, which comes in two half-litre packets (total cost – 22 rupees – about 45 cents). The milk is boiled, then put in the fridge to drink later that day. We cannot drink the tap water here (even the locals do not drink it!), but we have large jugs of bottled water brought right to our door (it costs about 40 rupees – 80 cents – for a 5 gallon jug).<br /><br />In the apartment, we also have three air-conditioned bedrooms (we use the AC sparingly, so we can adjust to the heat), a kitchen, and two bathrooms. We even have a TV! The one channel we get in English is the Disney Channel, but it is an interesting mixture of Hindi and English programs (“That’s So Raven” in English followed by a Hindi version of “Wizards of Waverly Place”).<br /><br />The first few days in Chennai were spent finding our bearings in our new neighborhood, which is called Mylapore. It is a great base, as it is only a 10 – 15 minute “auto” ride from a large central shopping area. We managed to find a well-stocked grocery store (Nilgiri’s) and a very affluent mall (Citi Centre), both with the help of Mr. Umapathi. The prices here vary a great deal – most groceries cost half what they would in the U.S., and some are even cheaper. The only exception is imported goods – a small jar of Skippy peanut butter (a must-have for the kids!) was 250 rupees ($5.00 US)! We are slowly getting used to South Indian food, which is predominantly vegetarian. Our favorite is the masala dosa, which is like a thin crepe wrapped around a lightly spiced mixture of potatoes and veggies. We have also tried vadas (like a spicy donut) and idli (rice cake).<br /><br />On Saturday, August 22, we went to Vidya Mandir Secondary School, to meet the teachers and have a tour. The school is private, for grades pre-K up to 12. Mike will be teaching Grade 9 and 11 Math, and the kids will be attending school here (Taz is in the “7th Standard” and James is in the “3rd Class”). Mike will be in the minority, as there are only four other male teachers! All the female teachers wear saris, which seem to be more common in South India than they were in Delhi. Having seen the school, our kids are excited to start, as they are eager to meet other children. The hardest adjustment will be the heat, as the classrooms are not air-conditioned and the humidity here is quite intense.<br /><div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJJs0yyxzQ1ayOYkJQkzpVQk8M4_NKyyE4C9jPUU9yYoVzEzqQZAFvNG0w4USq43UH_fniMQd0Jj0L6leE8G1iWnc2IFZfQRe40gTRSt3wkxZtGPDgVGdbTpPV1EYdMOsLqAAsRxHQsWSx/s1600-h/India+2009+044.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374246596724719282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJJs0yyxzQ1ayOYkJQkzpVQk8M4_NKyyE4C9jPUU9yYoVzEzqQZAFvNG0w4USq43UH_fniMQd0Jj0L6leE8G1iWnc2IFZfQRe40gTRSt3wkxZtGPDgVGdbTpPV1EYdMOsLqAAsRxHQsWSx/s320/India+2009+044.jpg" border="0" /></a>Sunday was our last day off before school started, so we went to Marina Beach. The kids dipped their feet in the Bay of Bengal, but we were very cautious as the waves are huge and quite powerful! After years of wave-jumping in the Pacific Ocean, the kids were surprised how warm this water is!<br /><br />There is so much we want to see and do here, but we have to remember to pace ourselves! Hopefully we will have a chance to attend local festivals and performances, visit temples and see more of Chennai in the weeks to come. </div></div>Carla Luna Cullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10245197620080383172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249335117113469234.post-48189560186331323202009-08-21T23:43:00.000-07:002009-08-21T23:56:33.212-07:00<strong>Postcard from Delhi</strong> – <strong>August 18, 2009<br /></strong><br />Delhi is quite the baptism of fire for a newcomer to India! It is a huge, crowded, noisy city of 16 million people with traffic more intense than anything I’ve seen in the U.S. (and that includes Los Angeles and Chicago!).<br /><br />To recap, we arrived here on Friday, August 14, after traveling for almost 24 hours (a 2 hour bus ride, a 3 hour wait at O’Hare Airport, two 8-hour flights and a layover in Frankfurt!). Air India turned out to exceed expectations, despite the foreboding warnings we received. The service was great, the flight was on time, and we had individual TV screens at each seat with our choice of TV and movies in English, German and Hindi!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQRrwYrlfPUnP_oEnwS7L1Eh7N6sr3WyibrHmTIqxsHPvNWT9iytxGX_akHrTzqmw-30xPyhsENN8gdk-IB5GVLQFB-rV_qsu5xuwP4BLltbOl7mA6ziUMgumWlMJ7chQWkba5maZ_f0Mf/s1600-h/India+Gate+closeup.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372677634786965602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQRrwYrlfPUnP_oEnwS7L1Eh7N6sr3WyibrHmTIqxsHPvNWT9iytxGX_akHrTzqmw-30xPyhsENN8gdk-IB5GVLQFB-rV_qsu5xuwP4BLltbOl7mA6ziUMgumWlMJ7chQWkba5maZ_f0Mf/s320/India+Gate+closeup.jpg" border="0" /></a>Our first full day in India – August 15 – happened to be India’s Independence Day. On this day, the Prime Minister of India addresses the people from the ramparts of the Red Fort in Delhi. We did not attempt to attend, as we were told it would be overflowing with thousands of people – perhaps a little too overwhelming for our first day! Instead we ventured out in the late afternoon to the India Gate, a memorial arch built to commemorate the Indian and British soldiers who died in WWI. It is surrounded by a large area of green space that serves as a sort of public park – a great place for people-watching. We saw lots of Indian families out enjoying the holiday. Even though there was not much wind, there were dozens and dozens of paper kites in the air. Everywhere you walked, there was something for sale – giant rubber balls, paper flags of India (the only people wearing the flags were the tourists!), stuffed elephants, fried dough from little carts, mini helicopter toys, light-up glow wands, and bright pink cotton candy. And ice cream carts! There must have been at least fifty carts – mostly the same brand. Taz and I tried the ice cream – what a treat to get a<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyn0EjFSGv4U-99H6BsI0juIkopc_puH8iADuRyffO3Y9OaYBs_6o4jM4BQMEEbUxT5LgQ2mmN1x7_GXlPGUGxXslnWN3u10QY263rXatkxq5Zfwp69uXpZUGg3o4NaRRhQ-jsVnrCLKXc/s1600-h/India+2009+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372678149120715058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyn0EjFSGv4U-99H6BsI0juIkopc_puH8iADuRyffO3Y9OaYBs_6o4jM4BQMEEbUxT5LgQ2mmN1x7_GXlPGUGxXslnWN3u10QY263rXatkxq5Zfwp69uXpZUGg3o4NaRRhQ-jsVnrCLKXc/s320/India+2009+011.jpg" border="0" /></a>n imitation Dove Bar on a stick for only 20 Rupees (40 cents)!<br /><br />We had our first auto-rickshaw ride on Sunday, August 16, when we ventured out to the Red Fort. The “auto” as it is called, is an experience not to be missed. Way cheaper than a taxi, but definitely more dangerous, as these little guys weave in and out of traffic. For those of you who play Wii, I imagine it is like riding in a live version of “Mario Kart,” except with huge buses as part of the obstacle course. And did I mention the horns? I’ve never heard so much honking. It’s just part of driving here.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfovbCcMxc4s55cJDdpOb-OcE0R3A2pavnkteIz9a-KTwjPCP3V_Xcfb9cVpMMXDFBLCfIRtwrjgQ2mPb9hi9N-Z5bK2yYvhMIbBBBYtnblnTTgcmXTvZl7zOgK649Wj777wIotq_Hqwo_/s1600-h/India+2009+027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372677247715978018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfovbCcMxc4s55cJDdpOb-OcE0R3A2pavnkteIz9a-KTwjPCP3V_Xcfb9cVpMMXDFBLCfIRtwrjgQ2mPb9hi9N-Z5bK2yYvhMIbBBBYtnblnTTgcmXTvZl7zOgK649Wj777wIotq_Hqwo_/s320/India+2009+027.jpg" border="0" /></a>The Red Fort was truly awesome. Originally built in the 1600’s, it was the palace of the Mughal Emperor Shan Jahan. The walls are enormous – made of red sandstone, and enclose a huge area, that once housed 3,000 people. It once had huge foursquare gardens with fountains and reflecting pools, ornamental pavilions, hammams (bathhouses) and a Hall of Public Audience, where the Emperor sat upon his Peacock Throne made of gold and met with his ministers. For those of you who are familiar with my writing, you know that this is right up my ally. I tried to imagine the site as it was, perhaps similar to the Khan’s Palace in my book! The kids were not quite as thrilled as I was, as I exclaimed over the latticework, the carved stone and the miniatures in the museum.<br /><br />On Monday, August 17, while Mike was at meetings with the other Fulbright teachers, I took the kids out into the Pakila Bazaar to go shopping. Quite an experience, with stalls selling clothes, toys, electronics, scarves, perfume, purses, etc. Kind of like an underground flea market, with no fixed prices. I’m usually not one for haggling, but I kind of got into the spirit of things (everyone knows I love a good deal!).<br /><br />Reading the news here has been interesting. The big entertainment headline has been the American treatment of “SRK” (Shah Rukh Khan), the Bollywood star, who was detained at the Newark Airport when leaving the U.S. As far as sports go, cricket is huge here. Mike is very eager to learn more about it, especially since cricket lasts much longer than ANY American sport. Apparently, there are matches that last for days!! (Yes, days).<br /><br />On the 18th we leave for Chennai, which we are all looking forward to, as we are tired of living out of suitcases and ready to settle into our apartment. But it has been quite an experience so far!Carla Luna Cullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10245197620080383172noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249335117113469234.post-46721833372073144862009-08-09T13:24:00.000-07:002009-08-09T14:07:44.157-07:00Fulbright Orientation in DC<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitJlJH0R68AdRfWfEe2Ry_W6KrEaJ9IQsnMGoqVWFCzOLeRvYrXaz_8tkbBDSooybJ-9iOJneBOHXdWEeBOtS9yi7qt7x3OsGXs47SxTe8_aPZUN3nFAe7lBhf7v624WiAewOvTfBRyL6K/s1600-h/IMG_3433.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368069436617512098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitJlJH0R68AdRfWfEe2Ry_W6KrEaJ9IQsnMGoqVWFCzOLeRvYrXaz_8tkbBDSooybJ-9iOJneBOHXdWEeBOtS9yi7qt7x3OsGXs47SxTe8_aPZUN3nFAe7lBhf7v624WiAewOvTfBRyL6K/s320/IMG_3433.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>As I write this, only four days remain before we board our plane for Delhi, India on August 13. However, I feel a little more confident going into our journey, following our orientation in Washington, D.C. </div><div> </div><div>From August 3 – 7, all the Fulbright Exchange teachers from the U.S., along with their exchange counterparts, met for a series of informational sessions and one-on-one conversations. Our group commandeered almost the entire hotel and, at times, it felt like a mini United Nations, except that it was composed mostly of teachers! We met teachers from Hungary, Switzerland, the U.K. (England, Scotland, Wales and Ireland), Czech Republic, Turkey, Ghana, Mexico, and India.<br /><br />While Mike attended various sessions and got to know his exchange teacher, Ms. Chitra Balasubramanian, the kids and I were free to sightsee in DC, which is a great city for families. All the Smithsonian Museums are free, although the crowds were bigger than usual, maybe due to the popularity of “Night at the Museum 2,” which is set at the Smithsonian. Unfortunately, none of the museum exhibits came to life when we were there (of course, maybe that’s because we were just there during the day . . .).<br /><br />On our last night, the Fulbright farewell dinner was followed by a “cultural fair,” which was <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT91Wy1lWnbXZdGOc5abTHVWGB2rciP_0K2CTbaJ6wdr3BSrv2EQZDQAlH4HwXaU1ld8yqlIkdj2FNICJLBHLQGuSPq15g0VXtNJHwzqIh-L2OBU_Wb1bDvgPoRIVzs2wx8mrPCtQnMNww/s1600-h/IMG_3472.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368064439414821810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT91Wy1lWnbXZdGOc5abTHVWGB2rciP_0K2CTbaJ6wdr3BSrv2EQZDQAlH4HwXaU1ld8yqlIkdj2FNICJLBHLQGuSPq15g0VXtNJHwzqIh-L2OBU_Wb1bDvgPoRIVzs2wx8mrPCtQnMNww/s320/IMG_3472.JPG" border="0" /></a>basically an international talent show. There were French songs, Swiss yodeling, Hungarian folk dancing, Ghanaian drumming & dancing, and the UK contingent did their own version of “Britain’s Got Talent.” The Indian group sang a song of peace and then followed with a rousing dance number from “Slumdog Millionaire.” I was worried that our own country would be woefully unrepresented, but fortunately, one of the families led everyone in a sing-along of “This Land is Your Land.”<br /><br /></div><div><br /><div><div>So now we’re back in Cedarburg, preparing to leave. Our exchange teacher, Chitra, is here and beginning to adjust to life in the U.S. She likes how quiet and clean Cedarburg is, but our cost of living is much higher. She was surprised to learn how expensive coffee is at our local coffeehouses! After all the stories she has told us, we are very excited to get going. Hopefully, my next post will be from Delhi, after we arrive. - Carla</div></div></div>Carla Luna Cullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10245197620080383172noreply@blogger.com6