Love Goa

After two hours of pure, Indian sun and a New England Iced Tea-- I've never been happier.

Quick workout with the girls, then off to an Italian dinner with the entire group!

I'm missing everyone more and more with each second of the day.

Off-season in Goa

We arrived in Goa yesterday afternoon during what seemed like the greyest monsoon of the season. Total bummer, but  our group somehow managed to find a liquor store and the spa.

Four days and counting.

T Minus 5

So long Mumbai--the rest of this Indian adventure will be spent on the beaches, spas and Taj hotel restaurants/bars in Goa. So long cargo pants and oversized linen capris. So long Tide hand wash packets, the infamous sleepy time sack and the towel wrap that made me feel somewhat comfortable after showering in the hostel.

Our last day in Mumbai was mostly spent on the tour bus. Since Mumbai traffic prevents speedy excursions, everywhere we wanted to go today took a good two hours. I didn't mind as I was able to snap photos of everyday city life. Looking at women with their children walking home to their shack from school with hands linked and shopkeepers working barefoot out of their huts on the highway was a humbling experience. To see how the other side of the world lives, works, provides and survives in their environment is an amazing parallel to our life as Americans. Universal aspects of daily life occur around each and every corner. Women walking their children to school, a group of kids kicking around a ball, a texting while driving billboard, environmental efforts and even car dealerships are all present in this world, our world. Yet, we don't think of these commonalities and these precious lives in India--life is here, and it's amazing to me that I didn't even know I didn't know. Does that make sense? Until you see these people and their daily routine, even in so much as a superficial level like watching out the window of a bus, I was unaware of the "commonality" of it all.

As I looked out the window, I also noticed the simplicity of this nation, specifically its people. Friends sitting on Marine Drive watching the waves roll in, a man sitting on a bench pondering who knows what creates this calmness in a city full of chaos. No one runs. No one yells. No one rushes in this life, leaving patience as the guiding principle of day-to-day activities.

Just to note, I wasn't just staring at these people like a creeper, but taking in the entire city. A few individuals even happily acknowledged our presence with a smile and a wave.

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Mumbai Shenanigans

An afternoon monsoon welcomed us with open arms into this incredible city. With spirits up and emotions high, leaving MICA for Mumbai was a dream come true. Approaching our tour bus, we were delighted to find that the tour would be given while we lounged in spacious, recliner seats. Dozing in and out of sleep, here are some of the pictures I was able to take through the busy city streets of Mumbai. Click for Pics

Scrumptious Taj President breakfasts and sea bass and risotto dinners have made my time at MICA seem like a small price to pay for the vacation of a lifetime that will ensue.

Nightlife in Mumbai (Karaoke songs include: Only in America, of course, Come Together, Waiting for Tonight--unfortunately, we did not get to belt out Endless Love). Delicious food. Fruit (Foreign to us after 4 weeks of anxiety over what can/cannot be consumed). Kingfisher. Rolling ocean waves at the Queen's Necklace on Marine Drive. (On the coast, at dark, lights are strung along the shoreline, resembling a strand of pearls--exquisite.)

Today, Rennie, Brooke and I spent five hours at the Oberoi (ritzy hotel) shops decorating ourselves with precious jewelry and renowned Indian silver. As our search for blue topaz and black diamonds lingered on, we became hungry and a bit tired so we parked it at the Oberoi restaurant for lunch. I feel home. 

I'm not entirely sure what brought about this feeling I had today--somehow I think it is the realization that I have one foot in India as the other can sense the closeness of home. It could also have a little something to do with the leisurely nature of the rest of my time here in India. But, whatever it is, today was one of the first times where I have looked back on the past few weeks and have been shamelessly proud of myself. I think before today, I had only seen the individual negative pieces of the trip, but as they wove together, they became an overwhelming accomplishment, creating a sense of self-actualization inside myself that never existed before and probably would've have without this adventure.

Bollywood studio tomorrow, followed by my final shopping stint. 

To the constant assault on all of your senses, especially your heart.

A Day of Lasts

Today provided me with an indescribable amount of happiness. Sunday, July 25 marks the last day of classes here at MICA. Since my arrival in India, I have lost all sense and recognition of the days of the week. Time is a different story--did I mention there are only 15 hours left on campus?

Other lasts included my last spoonful of peanut butter as lunch/dinner for nourishment, last cold shower (Rennie and I finally, with less than 24 hours left figured out how to turn on the hot water), last last day of P90X in the quad, and unfortunately, the last day of daybreak yoga. Waking up at 5:30 a.m. this morning seemed next to impossible after the battle of the bugs last night. Eyes closed, Rennie and I threw on some clothes and joined two chaperones in the community room with our official yoga mats, or rugs like I said before, and practiced sun salutations as the monsoon came twirling through the open windows. Along with the monsoon came an influx of huge, just enormous flies. My concentration was interrupted by the incessant buzzing and I was constantly flailing throughout postures, but at least I gave it a shot.

SMU crew designated Pizza Hut on our last night in Ahmedabad to commence the third and final leg of this incredible trip. I packed up my suitcase faster than I ever have before, dancing around the room listening to the most patriotic music I could find (Toby Keith's Red, White and Blue). Just as it started, Brooke ran in our room wearing her USA crown from 4th of July, which honestly seems like months ago. Reliance Mart (Wal Mart-esque store in Ahmedabad) provided me with an additional duffle bag to take my excessive amount of scarves and jewelry back to the states. Inherently, shopping addictions do not fade across countries.

Departure from MICA to the airport 4:45 a.m. gets us in Mumbai by 8:30 a.m. Arrive in Taj hotel, not hostel, at noon for check in.

Pizza, then turn the page.

Last night in the sleepy-time sack---how could I forget?

Bug 'n My Top

The following personification exercises were used during our interviews with both Micans and Americans. The answers may make you laugh, might even surprise you, but they definitely will shock you.

Asking them to be brutally honest, we sat down with two 2nd year students to find their opinions on beliefs and values associated with Americans. Brutally honest they were. We uncovered some interesting values and traits that Indians associate with our nation. Everyone in the room was laughing as both Indian women proclaimed, "huge" when asked to describe a typical American. The conversation went from there...

HUGE (tall and bulky), attractive, blonde hair, brown eyes, white, with freckles, wearing a bikini – minimal clothing, 30 years old, working a 9-5 desk job, income level is much higher than average Indian, but more hand to mouth in terms of America, living in homes, 3-4 bedrooms with 1 bathroom to each bedroom, 2 cars minimum, SUV either Ford or GM, takes weekend trip to beaches, weekend getaways are frequent and they get drunk

To get a better perspective on how Americans view Indians, we had some of our closest friends describe what kind of person India would be if personified: 

5’7, 180 pounds, brown eyes, dark hair, dark complexion, small feet, b/c all the ones I”ve met have had really small feet, white clothing but fully covered, pants, loose collared shirts, women in saris, 55 years old, work as tea maker or in IT department, 15,000/year, small house, everybody shares a room, one bathroom per household, camels for transportation,  pray in all liesure time


In other news, as I walked into class yesterday something was making my stomach itch, so naturally I looked down to see what was going on. Low and behold, a huge, green grasshopper had climbed down my top and set up camp for the day (as my mom says, he must've had been a good person in his previous life to wind up down a girl's shirt). Disgusted, grossed out and just overwhelmed, I thought, "just add it to the list." I went to the back of the room since no one had arrived yet save a few people, and made sure nothing else was tagging along for the day. 


Ready to go.

Bandeej and Ganesha

I laughed a lot today. I'm not sure if it was because of my successful load of laundry done with a faucet, Tide packet and a big baby blue bucket. (Nevermind the fact that the clothes smell mildewy and have a faint off-white hue). Or, could it be my newfound hostel pets, rightly named Bandeej and Ganesha? Whatever it is, I'm trying with all my heart to envelope all that is India, which includes all that is MICA.

Tomorrow, our tasks include in-depth interviews with a few friends from the states as well as some Micans. It should be interesting to say the least. I've found that most students on campus acknowledge me without a greeting, yet if I initiate a "hi" or "hello," I'm always met in the middle with a smile and one back. With luck, our search for talkative and hopefully opinionated Indians will be unproblematic.

Our mission is to find attitudes and beliefs of Indian students regarding America. What Professor Krishna calls "insight" should unveil itself during tomorrow's interviews. 

To McVettie's and peanut butter (dinner tonight).

Until tomorrow.

"The Fruits of Patience Are Always Sweet"

Session 20 of Research Methodology. Done and Done.

The five days left until Mumbai/Goa adventures leave a feeling of eternity in my upset stomach. With patience and support from friends and family, I am pushing along and know I can make it through this week. We've started an assignment that should take a traditional class three months to complete; while our cohort must condense it into a five day timeline. Working in small teams, we must work our skinny butts off to receive some sort of credit to legitimize our 5 weeks of pure India shenanigans.

Also, just as we thought our last day with Krishna, our MICA professor, was upon us, he reminded everyone that he will "come back like a bad dream." We will be making up two classes on Thursday, as we will be in class from 7:55-3:30. Oh, my.

To the approaching month of August.

P90X Hot Hot India Style

P90X in the quad starts at 9 a.m. With quite a loyal following and a passion to burn time, it should be easy to work off those 5-star Trident buffets. Today is our 17th session of Research Methodology. It seems far, but keep in mind that three sessions are knocked out in one day, leaving this to be only our 6th day of class. With 6 more to go, Mumbai keeps inching closer. In good news, another page of my itinerary is almost dunzo.

To those infamous Nike shorts.

Been Longer than I Have Left

As I sit in my hostel pondering what to do with my free day in Ahmedabad, I realize that I have been here for more days than I have left to come. Before embarking on this trip, I would wish ahead to Day 16 or Day 17 and think that if I can make it there, to mid-trip, then I can make it to the bittersweet August 4. Yesterday was Day 19.

Unfortunate airport delays and sleepiness made me put Swashpawan Singh's inspiring presentation on hold--until now. Singh, the former ambassador of India, graced us with his strong presence at the end of our stay in Delhi. Uplifting was the only word that encompasses that small hour with him. He eloquently summed up India in its entirety, from government and culture to youth as a confident motivator of change and even a bit on bottled water, we walked away grasping onto any and all things Indian.

Opening the presentation with, "India, a huge assault on all your senses," focused all of our crazy pieces of Indian adventures into one solid piece. In every respect, India has given charge to taste, touch, sound, smell and physical feelings. These senses may not stay forever in my mind, as memories seem to escape over time; however I will never forget how it felt to have a little girl, around 7, maybe 8, fiercely grab  my arm while crossing the street begging and begging for food. Tapping on her mouth with innocent, tiny hands immediately signals her need, her every-lasting search for food in a scary world. Singh assured us that as India is changing, it will continue to find its own rhythm in this forgiving world. Through our slow understanding of fragments of the culture here whether it be religion, god worship, customs and family, India has also peacefully assaulted our minds, hearts and perspective in hopes of inspiring others to view it, trust it and take part of its ever-growing, ever-changing future.

"The greatest gift of our generation is mobility."

-Swashpawan Singh

Mid-Trip Moods

If I were to tell you that an Indonesian woman was climbing all over my back this morning, would you believe me?

Ansana spa's soothing back massage at the Trident in Delhi was the perfect end to a wonderful week tour of the golden triangle (Jaipur, Agra, Delhi). Following the massage, mani/pedis were top priority before re-exposing our feet to the bug infested, sandy floors of all that is MICA.

Leave Trident. Back to reality. Arrived at the airport on time only to find out that our flight to Ahmedabad is experiencing a 3-hour delay.

What was an amazing day has been compromised by a few hours at the Delhi airport. More to come on our last day in Delhi when my feet are on the ground with spirits lifted.

Calm, cool and collected, the SMU crew landed in Ahmedabad for the second time, gathered our belongings and hopped into the tiger bus. (The name our MICA bus touts due to the infamous tiger sticker strategically placed on a side view mirror). 3:30 a.m. arrival at the glorious campus. Greeted by meowing peacocks.

I unpacked as soon as we walked through the door due to my OCD-esque personality, skyped some people I love and ahhhh...I can finally breathe.

Until tomorrow.

New Delhi: Take Two

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Day two of agency visits in Delhi: DDB Mudra and IMRB.

Just some things I've learned along the way...

Culture Shock: Part Deux

• Power failures that no one notices but us, Americans at agency visits, class, restaurants and even during turndown service.
• Instead of receiving change for a purchase, coins may be subbed for chewing gum.
• It is believed by many traditional Indian families that fathers who take money from their daughters, at any age, will not be a human in the next life.
• Head nods are opposite, meaning yes is a horizontal, bobbing movement, leaving us all lost in confusion after ordering ice cream only to get back an American signal for "no." 
• No problem means it's not really my problem, but I will see what I can do.
• It is illegal for a doctor to notify parents of the sex of an unborn child.
• Dowry.
• 35 percent of the Indian population is illiterate.
• Women hold hands down the street in friendship, as do men of all ages (Believe it or not, these men are not homosexual, but simply affectionate). In some pictures, I have tried to capture some of these moments because it's one of the most amazing acts of humanity I've ever seen. Whether it be teenage boys walking home from school with arms on each other's shoulders or grown men holding hands on their way to work. It's a beautiful thing to see, and while I know American men (Kyle...Dave...Daddy) reading this will not understand, but it really is remarkable. 
• On a similar note, in South India, applications have recently began including a third gender leaving gender options to be M, F, and T (transgender).
• Truckers sleep outside on cots when they need to pull over for a night's rest
• 30 percent of teachers are absent for their own classes, most work two or more jobs and are attending priority positions instead of teaching the youth. (Note: There is 1 teacher for every 441 students).
• There are 11 million new people looking for work each year in India.
• 40 percent of Indians live on less than $2 a day.
• Population 1.3 billion with 50 percent of that population under the age of 25.
• 330 million gods
• Only 1/3 of India has irrigation, leaving rural areas and food almost totally dependent on rain.
• Less than 1 percent of the population has insurance!
• Only 1 percent penetration of PC, yet it is the software capital of the world. 
• "Anything you say about India is true--and so is the opposite"

To an infinite of unknowns and the beauty of knowledge.

Enjoy.

Love and miss you all so much.

18 days.

Social Responsibility is Real

Advertising in a nation whose poverty runs so deep, at such a tremendous level that is unbelievable until actually experienced seems like a paradox wrapped up in a pretty little box. And yet, our itinerary is full of day tours to international ad agencies whose advertising efforts are successful, award winning and revolutionizing India as a brand. After meeting with Wieden + Kennedy, Delhi offices, I have a deeper and rich understanding of what is taking place in the Indian market place and how it is impacting the entirety of the population and the world.

As our presentation at W+K ensued, a collective ambition and the passion of advertising as an institution to help the good of all India radiated through the speaker. He reminded us that as we were sitting in an air-conditioned conference room clutching our over-sized coffee mugs, there were starving children, begging mothers and an entire nation lacking proper infrastructure and basic human needs such as shelter, clean water and hygiene. However, he assured us that each and everyday there are people who are aware of the bleeding situation and advertising has the social capability to assist and address this situation through a new wave of social responsibility--from agencies to CSR and sponsorships for local parks, school and restoration, it is a ground up operation. 

And yet, another inspiring day.

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Survived.

Train from Agra to Delhi. Survived. Barely held on without the impending breakdown. I'm sure that will come after landing in Dallas. Imagine a child with only one leg, scooting and hopping along the outdoor train station. Staring Indian men, women and children wondering who you are and what you're doing in their county. Once on the train, you try to make eye contact with no one, but somehow it happens again, and again. Thank God for Alvey and her maternal ways, creating a safe haven for first-time Indian travelers during times of overwhelming uncertainty. Mass chaos and an indescribable fear that is not, or rarely found in America.

Arrive in Delhi at the amazing Trident resort. Dinner. Wine. Sleep. Breakfast. Tour. Pictures to come.

Sleepy with an early side of morning. First Delhi agency visit begins at 8 a.m.

To novel experiences and humble appreciation.

Taj Mahal

At sunrise, I visited the most beautiful man-made structure in all of its glory. Arriving at the Taj Mahal at 5:30 a.m. was incredible. At first glimpse of the Taj, my eyes start to moisten because of the pure beauty that is and behind the meaning of the mausoleum. Many do not know, and I myself included until today, that the Taj Mahal is a mausoleum for the former king's wife. After bearing him many children, 14 to be exact, she died in childbirth as her husband promised to build her a structure so exquisite that it would never be surpassed by any other man-made figure. It is made entirely of marble with hints of color that are actually semi-precious stones, not paint.

As you approach the entrance of the Taj, you can see the middle of the structure waiting for you to share its enormous amount of energy. Walk even closer and the entire temple is exposed, leaving you to wonder, "Is this real?" It's beauty is so immense, so uncapturable, I hope these pictures do it some justice. Sunrise illuminated the Taj so that beams bounded off the marble, picking up hints of gold, yellow, pink and even the purest of whites.

Inspiration. Immeasurable beauty. A new perspective.

Enjoy.

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Kingfisher and Elephants--Only in Jaipur

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I, Sarah Nicole Skelnik, hopped on top of a giant elephant today. Don't believe me? See for yourself! Today was the first day I felt a little under the weather. I'm pretty sure the culprit was not eating for 2 weeks at MICA campus then going to Jaipur's 5 star hotel dining room and filling up on the buffet.

On the road to Agra. Before we depart on our next adventure, the unreliable ATM and chemist had to be visited. Sinus infection, stomach problems, my unfortunate 24 hour headache have been bittersweet additions to this heavy, yet inspiring trip.

Yesterday was fun-filled, and maybe even a little bit too filled with excursions and tours of temples, bathing pools and palaces. Starting at 7:45 a.m. was prime for touring since the Indian sun was hiding behind the morning. However, around 2 p.m. dizziness surrounded me, which was probably caused by a mix of dehydration and lack of a wholesome diet. Don’t get me wrong, yesterday was an absolute blast. From an elephant ride with Rennie to drinking Kingfisher in the Raj Mahal Palace resort, it was a day none of us will ever forget.

Elephants and Other Adventures

Imagine a fort at the top of a giant hill, and as you look down a giant herd of 10 foot, 4 ton, brightly painted elephants. We had to climb steps up to the place where we would climb on top of this beautiful, rare creature. Wishing his name was Babar (haha, Kyle), his keeper said his name was Yao-something. It was a very Asian name and I couldn’t even pronounce it, yet remember it. With every step of the elephant below us, our entire seat would shift until I had Rennie almost in my lap. Wonderful pictures were taken along the way by my new friend, Lucky—the youngest paparazzi I know. Around 10-years old, I think (it’s hard to tell children’s ages here because they’re so malnourished) his day job consisted of taking wonderful pictures that captured the ride. I bargained with him and only bought 1 out of his 5 photographs for 50 rupees, roughly a little over a dollar--forever priceless.

After our elephant adventure, we were all feeling rather daring, so we proceeded to the monkey palace, where I actually fed a monkey! His little, human like hand reached out as I did, then gently took a peanut from me as if I were handing it to anyone. They took over the temple, thus where Monkey Palace received its obvious name. Baby monkeys clung to their mother’s necks, and I was reminded of Lou dog. Although they had no real resemblance, they were teeny tiny, brown and absolutely adorable—just like Lou. Cascading the steps, we heard laughing and playful shouting. However, we would soon find out it was a bathing pool for all ages—some women, mainly old and shameless, actually stripped down, too. (Not pretty).  We went right back down those steps pretty quickly. Most of us felt very uncomfortable in this setting.

During the day, shopping was always part of the routine. Markets are found on nearly ever block, but we were directed to an art/jewelry/textile market by our tour guide, VJ. As we walked into the market, art and jewelry were on display with their designers sitting behind their masterpieces. With great pride, an artist who was honored by the Prime Minister and Price Charles, with photos to prove it, sat a few of us down to look through his work. Pure Indian art, with culture that jumped right off of the rice paper. The artist used gold leaf paint, which is real 24-carat combined with a mix of other elements to make the piece shimmer. (Later, while visiting the King’s palace, the walls and entire ceiling were covered with this same illumination, 24-carat gold paint). Exquisite.

A full day ended with pool side drink service at the Jai Mahal Palace, our hotel for the past 2 nights. Off to dinner to soak it all in before an early rise and tour bus ride to Agra, our next adventure city. There, we will finally see the one, the only, majestic Taj Mahal.

Pack up. Breakfast. Check out of Raj Mahal Palace. On the tour bus. Agra, here we come.

Arrived in Agra. iPhone does not work. Not sad because I’m wearing my awesome new ring and Glee just so happens to be on TV in our room. Dinner with the SMU crew at 7:30.

It will be an early 5 a.m. morning to see the Taj in all of its glory.

To adventures at the Taj.

I ♥ Jaipur

Flight from Ahmedabad to Jaipur: Short with a side of turbulence. Upon arrival, we were greeted by our private drivers in a huge, air-conditioned and CLEAN tour bus. YAY! Checking in our hotel was an attraction in itself. We were greeted with red dots and freshly cut flowery leis into a marbly decorated foyer of the Raj Mahal Palace. That's right...palace. Aquamarine rooms with tile floors and oversized king beds are a drastic change of scenery from what we have been accustomed to at MICA. And, did I mention hot water in the shower? We dropped off our bags and proceeded to begin our Jaipur journey. First stop: a beautiful marble temple.

Vibrant colors and hundred of people were at the other end of our camera lenses. With so much to see and so little time, it was up to our knowledgable tour guide to show us to the nearest site. Since our arrival into Jaipur was a bit late, the group opted out of sight seeing until tomorrow only to find ourselves at one of the finest jewelry stores in all of Jaipur! Without the help of my wonderful father, I myself haggled with Vismay until I finally and happily purchased a diamond/topaz ring. Not only did I get to pick out the ring, but I also got to wander downstairs inside the shop to see it reshaped, set and made exactly to my own liking. (Pictures to come, but it was absolutely amazing).

Dinner. RED WINE. Magic show at the Taj. Laughter. Hotel room. Simply amazed.

Tomorrow awaits. To Sunday elephant rides.

Free Day

Means...5:30 a.m. wake up call for morning yoga, which was absolutely amazing once again, peanut butter, Skype, followed by P90X in the quad. Not surprisingly, a few more students have enrolled in my P90X Hot Hot Indian Style class.

Things that made me smile today: 

• Rennie and her endless supply of Parle-G's (my new favorite Indian cookie)
• My 1 underwear. 7 countries panties. (That is until the infamous laundry man at MICA lost a pair)
• Leaving for Jaipur tomorrow without an assignment! (Class was cancelled yesterday, thus no time to discuss project)
• The five scarves I purchased yesterday from Khazana laying all around our hostel (Things that don't make me smile: being in a hostel)
• And finally, the precious nap I'm about to take :)

Nap was ruined! Ahh One more day until 5-star hotels with endless shopping, spas and beauty in Jaipur!

Yoga and Tea--Bringing People Together

Never have I ever been to a yoga class as inspiring as the one this morning. Waking up at 5:30 a.m. sucked, but the second I walked through the door to see rows of brightly colored yoga mats, more like quilts actually, I knew I was at the right place. Chanting, breathing and listening to the sounds of the instructor was so serene--practicing yoga in the place where it originated, hearing the sounds of Aum's quietly whirling through the breeze filled Indian air. Except the interruption of a dime-sized bug that was flicked at me by Rennie, the entire hour was simply... peaceful.

Immediately following yoga, we would embark on our first corporate visit to none other than...du du du dummmm, Wagh Bakri Tea. Upon arrival, our entire group was welcomed proudly with open arms and escorted into the factory where the most popular brand of Gujarat tea is actually sifted and packaged. Boring, you think? ABSOLUTELY NOT. It was AMAZING! Sadly, I couldn't take any pictures inside the factory but you'd be surprised how interesting the machines and laborers are at work. You could sense the pride and appreciation that goes into each and every bag. 

Later, we went to the corporate Wagh Bakri Tea corporate headquarters, where we were welcomed with that same universal appreciation. Flowers, engraved pens, complimentary tea and even lunch was provided to welcome SMU to the international company. Believe it or not, the chairman of the tea company himself actually dropped in on our visit. Scented anything (shampoo, deodorant, hand sanitizers) were strictly forbidden inside headquarters because we were also invited to view the tasting center. Rows of teas labeled with tiny numbers were laid out in perfect lines across two tables. We watched as each tea was prepped for tasters to come in, where they then would choose which farmer's tea would be chosen for the next season's brew. (Click for Pics)

New fav--Indian Masala Chai, a wonderful spiced tea.

Shopping. Scarves. Shoes. More scarves. Dinner. Hand sanitizer. 

To the "coexistence of one and all."

--Wagh Bakri's philosophy

Workin' On My Fitness

Adding to the list of culture shocking events, every so often--a little too often--the power shuts down at MICA. Keeping up good spirits with humor, a few ladies sent these to everyone to lighten the mood with the following message: 


Dear Cohort,

Due to the recent power outages, Lauren and I took it upon us to call local TXU reps in Ahmedabad to help alleviate the situation.  If you have any more issues with the power in your rooms or around campus, please feel free to contact them.  We have attached their pictures so you can recognize them around campus.

Thank you for your cooperation and best of luck moving forward.

Sincerely yours and best regards,

Room #25 

MiCafe (clever, right?), the cool kid hangout on campus was out of panne bottles today (panne=water--that's phonetically speaking--I'm sure that's not how spell it). After our water search, it was time for P90X instruction. Four "scantily clad," by Indian standards, ladies doing plyometrics in the quad for an hour and fifteen minutes while chanting "GOA GOA" was a novel attraction at MICA. To all those P90Xer's out there, be thankful for your air-conditioned in home gym--the outdoor quad just doesn't even compare. It is my observation that regular exercise is not a popular hobby among college students. Yoga, however is a regularly practiced spiritual/physical workout. Excitedly, SMU students have been offered the chance to take part in regular sessions throughout our stay here in India from a yoga master who shares her talent with Ahmedabad companies, families and individuals at her ashram.       

Class at 1:30. Bird Sanctuary (?). Butter sandwich (a random snack that is offered at "tea time" from 5-7 p.m. on campus. 

To never wearing hova/safari clothes again.

Culture Shock

Student life on campus is everything that the US is not. Each class, our professor and host are served hot tea/coffee by a formally dressed young man. Slightly awkward yet unintentional, the attendant just stands by the professor at the front of the room until the professor either senses his presence or turns around to speak. He thanks the silent attendant where then he may depart from the room.

Other culture-shocking moments:

1-Harleen, a wonderful host, warned us not to leave MICA grounds due to protests.

2-The inability to pronounce "v" and "s" sounds, such as "wizit" instead of visit the web site and "conjumers" instead of consumers. Fortunately, I think I have conquered this pronunciation dilemma and rarely have problems understanding our professor and speakers.

3-The entire city of Ahmedabad is dry. Prohibition, something so distant to us as Americans, is still happening in the state of Gujarat. So, what do 350+ MICA students do at night? Tennis, dancing, and music--lots of music. Random 80s like Aerosmith and REO Speedwagon and even David Guetta's, "Sexy Bitch" are among a few artists that radiate the air on warm campus nights. If you do choose to take part in illegal drinking, like the young man stumbling into the cafeteria one afternoon, then you just might be dragged by your feet out of campus by security guards. (This really happened).

4-Administration comments to director on scantily clad Americans, with inappropriate clothing items being Nike shorts. Proper clothing on campus is nonnegotiable--even knees must be covered.

Class. Lunch. Free night.

In good news, we have been informed that we will not be traveling via train (12-15 hours) from Mumbai to Goa, but we will be flying! Extra day in Goa on sandy beaches, minus bugs and classrooms? F yes please.

Here's to August.

Ahmedabad: Take Two

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Hopefully, my pictures have eased some suspicions of my exotic whereabouts. These second batch of pictures were taken yesterday throughout three places.
1. Modhera Sun Temple
2. Adalaj (an extravagant well)
3. Ghandi's Ashram--Tour of museum, grounds and even his own house

What was amazing about all three of these sights, even the well (surprisingly) was the extreme sense of surprise that onlookers had upon us. With cameras and uneasy smiles, our excitement and perceptions of the unknown were mirror reflections of the native people.

I wish you all were here to share the experiences of visiting these historic and breathtaking sites. Some are so indescribable that my pictures and words will fail to depict their essence. The Modhera Sun Temple was our first excursion. As we cascaded down the steep walls of the temple, we saw a young Indian couple. They did not touch; however, her jewel adorned sari made it known. They were newlyweds, as it is tradition to wear brightly colored and decorated saris. (Also, upon engagement, women wear glass bangles up their arm--some even up to their shoulders--and wear them until every, single bracelet breaks.

It was hot, and there was a foul smell that was later found out to be bat pee (Yummy).

Ajalaj, an ancient well that also had the strong odor of bat urine, was next on our list of sights to see. While we were walking towards the well entrance, we began to notice that the well wasn't the main attraction at all--we were, Americans. Indian men, women and children swarmed into the well after us and our verbose tour guide whose name escapes me now. Most women, as we soon found out were thrilled to be in a picture with members of our group, including yours truly. This was not my favorite spot, but memorable.

Pulling up to Ghandi's Ashram was indifferent to be honest. I knew very little about this man other than general facts, but one step into this holy place and everything changed. The museum, on the left, was alongside a wide stone entrance way path that led to his frugal home and orphanage on the right. Timeless photos filled the museum walls, all photos of Ghandi during different movements, sufferings and both monumental and simple life moments. His words act as symbols of all that is beautiful in this world--an inspiring moment in every glance (Fav picture--in front of "My life is my message" museum display).

A long day.

First day of Class. More peanut butter. Three out of our thirteen have fallen ill. Turned into Tanya Horton and busted out a P90X class in the quad in 120 degree heat. Feeling much better after a little cardio.

Jaipur, please hurry.

Free Day

Today our schedule has allotted time for us to sit back, relax and have some time to ourselves on MICA campus. My roommate, Rennie and I slept in until 10:30, which for me is not too late. However, for me in India it's incredible that I can sleep for this many hours. Since my US departure, I have not been able to sleep past 6:30 am until today.

Lunch (spiciest rice ever and roti, which is basically a tortilla--I'm thinking of bringing down my peanut butter with me tomorrow and putting some in it). Class, class, class.

Bollywood film in the auditorium.

Side note--As of today, our balcony door is hopefully fixed. As monsoon season began last night, neighbors ran into our room asking if our dorm was flooding. Nonchalantly, Rennie and I both replied with a sure fire no. We were mistaken. Water was slowly running in underneath the balcony door! One of only two bath towels we have had to be used to stop the flood, and soon MICA staff came and swept the water away. 'At least our dusty floors are clean' was the only thought that ran through our minds...a clearly Indian mindset has taken over our thought processes for the time being.

A Truly Blessed American

Good news! Pictures from Day 1 and 2 are now up. First round of pictures are from Ahmedabad (city, malls, restaurants, etc)
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As we walked into the biggest mall in Ahmedabad, we were quick to notice above all the sari-adorned women, security guards and shopkeepers, Chicken Fried by the Zach Brown Band filled the air with tiny remnants of home. Ironic how a culture with so little in common with the US, would share a faint love of country music.

Fireworks store for the 4th of July party. More shopping. Cows. Camels. Smells. Lunch.

Finally, a meal I could actually enjoy. One of the finest Chinese restaurants in all of Ahmedabad is where I found a safe haven of vegetable dishes that suited my palette and which I could also stomach. What I've found here is if I stick to the plain rice, boiled veggies, eggs and toast, I will be just fine. Sometimes I wish I could be more adventurous, but I would much rather be a tad hungry and content than sick.

Old City Ahmedabad
Slumdog Millionaire does not do Old City justice. I have never felt a rush of this sort--imagine: every man, woman and child staring at you because you're different, you're American. While we were taking pictures of architecture and temples, Indian onlookers were taking pictures right back at us. Poverty, but in such a way that a homeless person on Harry Hines would look somewhat blessed. Women and children so thin and suffering from malnutrition begged for just one sip of water...Women working in the 100+heat who looked around 90 years old. It was complete and utter culture shock. You can not even begin to imagine what the slums are like in Ahmedabad, and even the small segment of population who owned vehicles and their own homes lived in conditions that are unfathomable to us, as Americans, as truly blessed Americans.

Rickshaw's were the main mode of transportation this afternoon, and while they may not be the safest they showed us a side of the city that cannot be captured by anything short of experience. Street lights, stop signs, right of way are all legitimate traffic laws, right? WRONG--They are neither obeyed nor enforced in the city. The right of way goes to whoever has the guts to pull out in front, no matter the size of the vehicle or situation. A tour bus v. a rickshaw. Today, the tour bus won while the rickshaw subsided and slowed down. Honking horns is ambient noise in the city, and merely serves as a warning that a motorcycle, rickshaw or car/van is pulling up close to you (if not touching you). Cutting through alley ways, crossing over oncoming traffic lanes, I must say that the rickshaw experience in Ahmedabad was truly one of the scariest, yet most exhilarating things I've ever taken part in.

And So It Begins...

Camera around the neck, rockin the shades, travel bag...Could I scream tourist any louder?

It was an early morning due to a terrible dream that may have been caused by Malarone (malaria prevention meds), my strange sleeping quarters (a sleepy-time sack) or quite possible the excessive Indian heat. All in all, Skype prevented an all out breakdown where I spend 45 minutes online with Mama and Dad for a bit. Soon after, Kyle surprised me with an email and was so excited to hear that he is NOT getting transferred and has started the treacherous, yet hopeful job search.

BREAKFAST was doable this morning, providing me with some protein to start the day. What they call an omelet here is everything American minus the cheese. Also, MICA has been very accommodating to my stubborn, picky tastes. A plate of toast was all I needed to lift my spirits on this early morning. (Also, while in town yesterday I happened to stumble upon peanut butter, Kellogg's Cornflakes, goldfish and granola bars. However, I was a little leery post-purchase as I made sure to check each expiration date...trust me, it was necessary.)

Research lecture. More Skype. Down time before we depart MICA for Ahmedabad Old City. Starting at 4:30,  our adventure will take us on a walk touring the city followed by dinner at Agashaye, a visit to a market and whatever else may come our way. 

To not being so rigid....

Hopeful.

Jet Lag

Flight from Dallas to Newark: 3 hours
Flight from Newark to Ahmedabad: 17 1/2

As we neared our departure from Newark to India, the Sam Adams airport bar and grill looked like a safe haven for American travelers. I ordered chicken fingers and a vodka tonic, since I would go vegetarian once I landed in India and Ahmedabad just happens to be a dry state.

"I can still back out" was all that I was thinking on the slow walk to the gate.

Shocking as it may seem, I walked on the plane and almost a day later set foot in Ahmedabad. We were directed to customs in a small, hot space, collected our luggage and hopped on a bus towards MICA (Mudra Institute of Communications).

Things we saw on the way:
-People sleeping on mats outside of their shacks alongside the highway.
-A camel
-A cow
-The MICA campus dog whose name escapes me, but he's a german shepherd

Hot, mildly depressed and extremely exhausted, the 13 of us were greeted with bouquets of flowers and snacks before we settled into our "hostels," a.k.a. teeny tiny dorm rooms.

Breakfast. Orientation. Tour of MICA. Visit to the city.

Today's visit to the city consisted of light shopping and PIZZA HUT. Of all places, I would never have thought I would be so happy to see those two words. While the food tasted nearly the same, the place had an actual dining room and a restaurant-esqe feel.

Please blame it on the jet lag. I can barely stay awake to write down the last few day's events.

Until tomorrow...