Adjusting

It is remarkable what a difference a week makes. Exactly a week ago I left Chicago for this strange land with high expectations and many preconceptions. Once I arrived here I was shocked not only by the amount of things that I gotten right, but also wrong, very very wrong. Though I had been told about the traffic, pollution and general dirtiness of India, I had expected this to exclude the best, most modern parts of the city. HA, if only! Everything here is dirty, busy and smelly (sometimes good and sometimes bad). On the walk to school you have to put a scarf over your mouth and nose not just because of the visible smoke from exhaust pipes, but because of the horrific smell of fecal matter as you walk past certain areas. Sometimes the culprit is one of the thousands of stray dogs running about the city, but it is just as likely that someone on their commute to work decided one of the very poorly maintained urinal areas.

At first all of this disgusted me beyond imagination. I could not think of how it would be possible to live in a city when your walk to school is itself a test. But after a week of this environment I am freakishly comfortable routinely stepping over dog poop, crossing 6 lanes of traffic without a light, and taking rickshaws all over the city. I cannot believe how much progress I have made in the last few days! Just two days ago we took a trip to the main market in Pune, which is HUGE and filled with every kind of good you can imagine, and not once was I negatively overwhelmed. In fact, I embraced, it with all its energy, color, and diversity. The above photo was taken after a very successful trip to Anju's choice bangle shop and then to a fruit stand for some pomegranates (which I ate for the first time). That day everyone also bought Indian suits called salwar kameez and suddenly we all seemed to have started taking on a new Indian identity, one which I think we will carry with us until we leave India.

Love from India

Jet lag

Right now it is 6 o'clock in the morning. I woke up at 4ish, laid in bed till 4:30, read until 5, studied Marathi until 5:30, and now I am clearly updating my blog. Bloody jet lag! I thought yesterday when I woke up at 6 instead 4 that I was well on my way to a normal sleep pattern. Wrong. My body woke up at 12:30 laid awake for awhile, went back to sleep and then promptly woke up at four, with no intention of falling back asleep. Fighting the urge to wake up and organize my accumulated piles of clothes, books and various REI travel gear was very difficult, but I did my best until the memory of falling asleep last night without having finished reading Family Matters dawned on me. "Thank God," I thought, "a legitimate reason to get up!" In addition to finishing the book I also made flash cards for every single Marathi character and phrase we had learned so far, and then checked all my email, and did a rather extensive reading of facebook updates and threads. God I want to be asleep right now! Just like yesterday and the day before I know that it will hit 3 o'clock and I will be so tired that the performance of basic English and motor skills will become a threat to my well being. Have you ever tried to cross an Indian street on four hours of sleep? It is no small task. Rickshaws, motor bikes, buses, cars; they all really don't care that you want to cross the street, and when you are in the middle of it they don't bother to stop.

In response to the immense amount of time I now have, I will wait here for god knows how long to post one of my favorite pictures.




 This is Mumbai, well maybe the outskirts, we were on our way to Pune on this highway when we pulled over and I took this picture.



 Now that the sun has come up, I will put aside my dying computer and read North and South until I can justify taking a shower.

Good Morning

India

India-

Everything I thought and knew it would be, and everything I didn't. There is so much here it is impossible to convey accurately the feel, the sound, the smell of India, it is something that can only be experienced first hand. What I can say is that it is not for the faint of heart or mind, just walking down that street is a test of your fortitude. All the people, especially men, stare openly at you whether they be on the street, in a car, rickshaw or on a motorbike (which are super common here), it was at first extremely unnerving even to the point of not wanting to go walk around. As I say this I should add that they are not staring at me so much as they are staring at the people around me, my fellow students. Because I have such dark skin I blend in a lot and was even asked in a shop if I was Indian. Wow, I wish! It would be so awesome to be part of this complex people. Anyway, streets... they are not only unnerving because of the people on and around them, but because sidewalk are optional here. Sometimes there is a really nice sidewalk with kind of consistent paving, but then it will just end in a pile unused bricks or a piece of metal will suddenly emerge.

Enough about streets, India is awesome! I love it. It is really scary and intimidating but so fascinating. Today I had an awesome mocha at a western style coffee shop then walked half a block, passed two or three tin and plaster houses and then arrived at the end of the block at the istore. Such contrast and such disparity that it is very  very hard to understand and approach.

Despite all of these aspects, there are some comforts in the city. Mostly, the city is pretty western by Indian standards because it is a huge center for higher learning and IT. There are tons of young people walking around in western clothes and carrying backpacks or driving very nice, new cars and motorbikes. What was especially lovely today was the coffee shop. The mocha that I had could have competed with the best of Seattle.

Dinner is soon, I will continue this later.

Love from India

Here!

I'm here! After over 48 hours of travel I am in India, and totally overwhelmed. Last night we flew into Mumbai and had to drive through the slums outside of the airport. Even though it was eleven at night there were hundreds of people on the street walking, driving, sleeping and suffering and thousands of cars on the street threatening to rear end us. Never in my life have I seen cars so fearless. They drive within inches of other vehicles and don't believe in lanes, for example half our drive to Pune was on the left shoulder of the road.

I am so, so tired right now so I'm going to write tomorrow when I have more sleep.

Last Day

Today is my last full day in Seattle, and I have this eery feeling that I have forgotten tons of important things and will somehow manage to leave home without packing underwear or something. Also, news has reached me that a hoard of Mergaerts will be arriving tonight and I have yet to pack anything, so time to hop to it I guess.

In regards to India, well it is seems less and less like a dream everyday, but even while sitting here less than two day from arrival it is hard to fully understand what awaits me, and I suppose that will probably be the case until I'm there. How can one that hasn't experienced something like India possibly prepare in fully before hand. It seems like an impossible task. However I like to think that my particular brand of India obsessiveness will soften the cultural shock. I keep telling myself that I was fine in Britain. I researched and obsessed so I knew what to expect. That isn't to say however that Mumbai and London are the same type of city, or that India and the UK require the same type of preparedness, but an open and educated mind seems to be the best weapon against culture shock and homesickness. Let's hope it works!

The Beginning

So here it is, the beginning of a connected, surfing, blogging, posting Aisha. From here I will record my adventures into the known and unknown during my year abroad and share my best pictures. Please bear with me, I have never done this before, and as everyone knows I am awful at this connectedness thing, but I will try very hard to write frequently and share with you all my journeys.

So, less than a week till departure, India here I come!