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With Love, from Milpitas to Mumbai

By Purvi Gajjar

On December 5th, a run-of-the-mill Friday evening, at a run-of-the-mill Indian Restaurant, a very special event took place as 50 community members gathered for a Peace Vigil in memory of the recent attacks in Mumbai. The vigil was held at Swagat Restaurant in Milpitas and was hosted by the Art of Living Foundation, a non-profit, humanitarian organization, in association with its sister concern, the International Association of Human Values (IAHV).

In the light of India’s 26/11, the foundation has resolved to strengthen the spirit of Mumbai, not just within the city, but also across the globe. In one such effort, Art of Living’s Milpitas chapter dedicated the evening for peace and prayer in honor of the brave souls who lost their lives, as much as for the heroic survivors of the gruesome 60 hours of terror in the life of Mumbai.

“When nothing works, prayer works,” said Sri Sri Ravi Shankar, the founder of the Art of Living Foundation, upon hearing of the recent Mumbai terror attacks.  In a statement, Sri Sri called for solidarity among people and said, “In this situation, religious and political leaders need to show the country that we stand together against terrorism.”

At Swagat, the banquet room’s entrance was adorned with smiling volunteers, and beautifully decorated with tea-light candles in the shape of ‘PEACE’. Symbols of peace were made on either side, followed by a petition on the wall calling out to world leaders to end global terrorism. Each one, as they entered, lighted a candle to bring the word PEACE to life, and gradually it shone brighter and fuller, denoting the strength of unison.

Rekha Kodialbail, Art of Living instructor and volunteer in the Milpitas area, who organized the Vigil, said, “This evening stands as a reminder that we are not just a man or a woman, an Indian, American or a Chinese, rich or poor, engineer or doctor, mothers or fathers, daughters or sons, sisters or brothers; these are simply the roles we play. First, we are human beings and our innate quality is humanness.” Her voice resonated for several minutes, like an echo, and radiated the warmth and sense of belonging that connected with every person in that room.

Among others who joined to pledge their support was Easan Katir, representative of Hinduism Today, a publication of the Kauai Hindu Monastery. He shared the importance of spirituality in today’s world, and said that just like one has set rules for one’s life, the community should also have a set of rules to maintain discipline and peace among all. Manisha Verma, another member from the community said that ever since she heard about the massacre, she has been feeling sad and angry. The Peace Vigil lifted her spirits and she said that she was happy to be a part of the solution, rather than grumble about the problem.

The Peace Vigil was about collectively putting attention and intention to the human values of love, compassion, trust, enthusiasm, responsibility, and commitment. “The time has come for us to experience these qualities in our lives on a day-to-day basis and reach out to fellow members of the community,” Rekha said. Supporting her and the Art of Living was Milpitas’ Mayor Bob Livengood, who said that India and America are the greatest democracies of the world and they stand for freedom, wisdom, and peace. “We cannot let anyone take that away from us,” he added.

Many people shared stories of losing their friends and family that dreadful night in Mumbai. Most of them had tears rolling down their face, as they narrated the incidents. Aparna Atmaram, an engineer by profession, who attended the Vigil, said, “I cannot empathize, I cannot understand; is shedding a few tears all that I am capable of?” She was deeply thankful to the Art of Living Foundation and IAHV for hosting the vigil, as “it exemplifies that peace has a voice and it will be heard loud and clear,” she stated.

The foundation has already initiated free trauma relief workshops all over Mumbai. These sessions are being offered on a continuous basis, and are open to all. For more information, please visit www.traumacareformumbai.com.

Purvi Gajjar has been a freelance journalist and writer from Bombay for the last 5 years. Her work has been published in prestigious publications, including Femina and Marwar magazines.She has extensively written about the Art of Living Foundation, their service projects and numerous programs and workshops across the globe.

A version of this article was also published in “What’s Happening, the TriCity Newspaper.

Holiday gift ideas from the WNI family

For those of you tired of rooting around at the mall and toy stores for your holiday shopping, we bring you unique gift ideas from some of the enterprising businesses featured in Water, No Ice over the past two years –

Succulents in decorative pots:Laxmi Natarajan at Bagicha is introducing a new product line called Succulent Creations (succulent gardens in pots/containers) which she will be showcasing for the first time at her studio in Redwood City on Dec 13th and Dec 14th. ( Succulents are hard to kill and need infrequent watering.) These containers are put together as art products that can be used in offices, indoors and outdoor gardens at residences, as centerpieces, gifts, party takeaways, special occasions and the list is endless. This event will be part of an holiday Art and Craft Sale at the Redwood City Art Center (15 artists are participating and will have lots of gifts -hand made handbags, shawls,scarfs, jewellery, pots and of course paintings)  There will be food, drinks and music festivities and even a Raffle. This event is open to the public and is at Redwood City Art Center, 2625 Broadway Street Redwood City, CA 94063. Special offer – anyone mentioning Water, No Ice will get a 10% discount.

Naina’s adventure – The beautifully illustrated children’s book, ‘Naina’s Adventure’ by Enakshi Choudhuri is a great gift for the elementary school child on your holiday gift list. The story revolves around Naina, who embarks on a magical journey to visit her grandparents in India. Along the way she learns that day and night occur at different times in different parts of the world owing to the Earth’s rotation on its axis. Naina’s Adventure is written in English and is sold in 4 Indian language versions. Each version of the book incorporates words and phrases from one of four Indian languages namely Bengali, Hindi, Gujarati or Tamil. The book is currently on a 50% sale at http://www.orbolo.com/page/page/4191086.htm If you would like to learn how to obtain free copies for your child’s school please contact books@orbolo.com for more information.

Parrots Books Parrots Books aims to put puzzles, activities, and quality books in the hands of avid language learners. Products are available in Hindi and other Indian languages. To check out their products locally, visit their open house on Sunday December 20th from 2pm to 5 pm. at 45847 Bridgeport place in Fremont. Special Offer – Water No Ice Readers will get 20% off on their purchase total ( exclusive of tax and shipping.) The discount will be offered as a rebate check along with the book delivery. Be sure to mention Water, No Ice in the comment section of your order.

Beginner Hindi Language Kit – from Meera Masi. Includes five great learning tools including:

·         Khushe Manao Series: Five nursery rhyme board books with A CD.
·         Varnamala Geet: A catchy Hindi Varnamala song and chart.
·         Magnets: Colorful Hindi alphabet magnets.
·         Counting: A Counting book for beginning vocabulary.
·         Opposites: An Opposites book for beginning reading.
ALL of the above for only $35 at www.MeeraMasi.com

Mantra Mom’s Om gift bag – Mantra Mom’s OM Gift bag is a special gift that Moms can share with their children for years to come.
The ‘OM’ Gift Bag includes:
1. A ‘Mantras for my children and yours’ mantra CD including an insert with English translations of each mantra.
2. A set of 108- count Rakta Chandan Mala that Mantra Mom will personally heal with Reiki energy.
3. All wrapped in a beautiful green organza gift bag embellished with crystals.
4. PLUS- FREE SHIPPING and PAY NO SALES TAX* (Except TX residents).
Order at www.mantramom.com. Hurry, only a limited supply available!

Book review – a good indian wife

If Marrying Anita was a look at the changing mores in arranged marriages in India, a good indian wife by Anne Cherian is a throwback to a social construct that feels anachronistic. I had to check to see if the book was indeed published this year and not a couple of decades ago.

Neil Sarath is an Indian anesthetologist living the American dream in San Francisco, complete with sports car and Caucasian girlfriend. On a visit to India, he gets emotionally blackmailed into marrying hometown girl Leila. Fully planning to divorce her at the first opportunity and leave her in India, he gets manipulated by wily family members into bringing her to “Amrika”. How the newlyweds cope with a relationship that has been thrust on them forms the story. Left to her own devices most of the time by a husband who did not want her in the first place, Leila slowly creates her own identity and earns Neil’s respect.

It is true that I have been away from India for nearly 2 decades now, but this kind of arranged marriage seems out of touch with what’s happening in India today. The social situations, the attitudes of relatives and assorted busybody aunties, all ring false.  Neil’s grandfather and other relatives talk in a lingo that I have not heard outside the movies. Also, as far as I am aware, girls in India today are far more wary of being sent off with a stranger to the US giving up career and creature comforts than they were a generation ago. There have been enough horror stories of abuse and neglect for even the most foreign-obsessed parents to pause before yoking their daughters to an uncertain future. Yes, the situations in this story could have happened but not in this century( or I am completely mistaken and small town India is still stuck in a score-long stasis.)

Despite the implausibility of the plot, what a good indian wife really is is a thinly disguised Indian-American Mills & Boon story. Picture Neil as the “bored Duke” and Leila as the “shy debutante” and you have a perfectly good romance on your hands. Anne Cherian, who grew up in Jamshedpur and graduated from Berkeley, is a competent writer who turns out a competent book. But non-Indians will have a much greater appreciation for this look at how arranged marriages used to be.

Mumbai

By Isheeta Sanghi

There isn’t one emotion that I am feeling that’s significantly more overbearing the others. I feel hurt, angered, sad, disappointed, and awestruck. What happened last week in the financial capital of India was horrific.

As the events unfolded all the news channels sparked debates, calling in significant Mumbaikers to come and speak on behalf of the city. Everyone was outraged. And why shouldn’t they be? These attacks took place in such significant places; such prominent symbols of Mumbai were attacked.

Of course the finger is always pointed to a particular sect and a particular country even before hard evidence is available. Then the finger pointed towards certain members of the government. The inexcusable remark made by Maharashtra’s RR Patil ‘Such things happen in big cities like Mumbai’ only made people’s anger and resentment grow deeper for the ever corrupting government.

Then you have Vilasrao Deshmukh bringing his Bollywood star son and notorious filmmaker Ram Gopal Varma to the scene of the siege- and people’s anger grew even more. His defense is that Ritesh is his son- it’s the famous line that all politicians use and why the Indian government is so corrupt. Civilians were not allowed in the hotel and Ritesh and RGV are civilians- they are not above the law of the land.

The home minister very conveniently retired upon the news of this attack- he enjoyed the benefits of being a Minister, of having high security and all. When it came down to doing his job which is ensuring the safety of a population of over 1.5 billion people, he failed, he failed miserably. This is not the first attack to happen in India. We’ve been targeted many times before, 1993 the Mumbai blasts that claimed the lives of so many. In 2008 itself we had blasts in Bangalore, Delhi, Ahmedabad and Malegaon. It’s no secret that these were all overlooked- probably because they happened in ‘less significant’ areas. The burning of the hotel by the bay, where the most prominent dignitaries, politicians, actors and socialites all convene hits closer to home for most.

How was it that these terrorists came in on little boats? How could the Indian coast guard not have seen these men carrying so much ammunition, grenades, RDX and guns on a small little boat? Needless to say it’s time for change. It’s time to clean up the political structure that has for too long now reeked of corruption- all the way from the top down. Prominent players must step down in order for a more useful system to be put in place. It is not only Mumbai that has been attacked- it is India. It is not only Mumbai that is bleeding- it is India that has those very same wounds.

It’s very easy to say change, change, change but in the end action must take place. I think it’s a very good sign that certain politicians have stepped down, I think it’s a very good sign that we’re still talking about this days after the attack, I think it’s (sadly) a very good sign that celebrities are taking part in discussions. This is the world we live in- where if Amitabh Bachchan has a gun, everyone will want a gun. If John Abraham says smoking is bad, people might just stop smoking. Sadly, this is what it takes for us to get the message. And if in the end this is what it takes to secure the nation’s boarders- air, land- and sea, then so be it.

Isheeta Sanghi moved back from San Diego to New Delhi recently.

Home Street Home

10-year old Nikita Shetty of San Jose wrote the following short poem on a visit to India. A small reminder of the forgotten people of Mumbai.

Home … to you and me, a home means a house, and that’s all it could
mean
A dusty old road, thats all it would be
Well we’re wrong
A dusty old road , is a home, to so many
A dusty old road, is all they ever seen,
And for some..
Its Home Street Home.

NIkita lives with her parents in San Jose, California. She attends fifth grade at Simonds Elementary School.Nikita enjoys writing, sketching, and playing soccer.
When Nikita grows up she wants to become a Sketch Artist and an Author.

Egypt – a clash of civilizations

Enakshi Choudhuri

Sphinx and the Great Pyramid

“Ahlan wa sahlan! Welcome to Cairo,” intoned the flight steward as our Egypt Air flight touched down at Cairo International Airport. It was late evening and light smog shrouded the airport buildings.  We climbed down the unsteady staircase onto the hot tarmac and threaded our way to the waiting buses. Our representative from the travel agency, Mustafa, met us once we alighted at the terminal building. As we would find out during the course of the week, Mustafa was our main link to the agency; he practically worked 24 hours a day and would often catnap in the car or in various hotel lobbies to catch up on much needed sleep. His dedication to his job was commendable.

We moved through immigration and customs very smoothly, thanks to Mustafa, and were soon outside waiting for the agency van to come pick us up. Cairo, a sprawling metropolis of over 15 million people, is a city that never sleeps. The traffic and smog hit you right away and immediately transport you to India. For many Western travelers the chaotic traffic and beeping horns, patched up cars filled to capacity, buses that stop anywhere and everywhere and the run down buildings with large colorful billboards represent a strange, exotic and potentially alarming spectacle. But to travelers with roots in South Asia, Cairo is like home. Everything is familiar and yet strangely unfamiliar in an indescribable way.

Cairo Marriott

Cairo Marriott

We spent 7 incredible days in Egypt which, in retrospect, seemed too short. Egypt’s magnificent history and culture overwhelms the senses and yet leaves one begging for more. Since we were traveling with a child (our daughter is seven), we were notably concerned about how much she would be able to do on any given day. One of the best decisions we made, as first time visitors to Egypt, was to have one travel agency organize all our tours, hotel accommodations and travel arrangements within the country so we only had to contact one person in case of any problems.

The other decision we patted ourselves on the back for was our request for private tours. These are a little more expensive than group tours, but doing so helped us set up our own itinerary and allowed us the luxury of a having a private air-conditioned minivan with unlimited stops along our way to various tourist sites. A guided tour is very valuable as many of the guides have degrees in history and archeology, have actually been on digs and are a fount of knowledge you can depend upon.

Avenue of the Rams

Avenue of the Rams

Egypt recognizes that tourism is its biggest industry and most tourist sites and cities are very well prepared for tourists. There is a special Tourism and Antiquities police force who only deal with tourist concerns. Arabic is the main language, although most people have a working knowledge of English and French, a throwback to Egypt’s European colonial past.  ATM’s are plentiful and most good hotels will exchange dollars for Egyptian pounds (1 US dollar = approximately 5 Egyptian LE). What’s even more convenient is that at the end of your stay your hotel will exchange any left over pounds for dollars at a very reasonable rate. Credit cards, dollars and euros are acceptable at all tourist sites so one does not need to carry large quantities of local currency.

Most areas in and around Cairo seem to be quite safe at all times. We noticed women and children walking on the streets of Cairo at 2 a.m. in the morning and families socializing in the wee hours of the morning by the Nile.  As far as getting to bed at a reasonable hour, anarchy appeared to prevail for both kids and adults, and nobody appeared too worse for the wear in the morning.

Statue of Ramses at Memphis

Statue of Ramses at Memphis

Egypt is an amalgamation of old traditions and conservative values and modern westernized beliefs. Women wearing the traditional hijab or in some cases, the full length burkha, mingle freely with others in western attire.  Many Egyptian guidebooks and internet travel sites caution women travelers to cover up fully and be modest in their attire. Although I went fully prepared I found that I need not have adhered to such strict guidelines. Our guide, a modern Muslim woman, did not cover her hair, wore short-sleeved shirts and calf length pants and definitely believed I was ‘over dressed’ for many of our tours. At one point, she asked me incredulously, “Didn’t you bring any shorts?”  I shook my head, wishing for the umpteenth time that I had packed a pair of bermudas or even capri pants instead of baggy trousers or long ankle length skirts.

Luxor

Luxor

My wardrobe deficiencies notwithstanding, we did manage to see quite a bit of Cairo and its surrounding areas and make quick trips to Luxor and Alexandria. To give you a quick snapshot of our itinerary – we started with a trip to the Egyptian Museum in Cairo and a dinner cruise on the Nile on Day 1 and followed that by a tour of the pyramids and ruins of Saqqara, Dahshur, Memphis and Giza on Day 2. On Day 3, we toured historic Jewish, Coptic Christian and Islamic sites in Cairo and on Day 4 we winged our way to Luxor, about 600 km south of Cairo and explored the temples on the east bank (Karnak and Luxor). The next day (Day 5), we visited the magnificent necropolis at the Valley of the Kings, Queen Hatshepsut’s temple and the Colossi of Memnon. We flew back to Cairo that night and spent the next day, Day 6, in Alexandria exploring Greco-Roman catacombs, a Roman amphitheater and a fort built on the site of the original Lighthouse of Alexandria. On Day 7 we relaxed, did some shopping and closed out our trip by heading to Cairo airport late in the night for our flight back to the US.

Egyptian Museum

Egyptian Museum

The Egyptian museum is definitely worth visiting early on in your trip as it gives you an excellent overview of the history and culture that you will encounter on your tours to actual sites. The Tutankhamen exhibit halls are magnificent as well as the Amarna collection of Akhenaten. My daughter found the animal mummies fascinating, although she was quickly restless with the endless statuary and displays that we found so interesting. The Mummy room, for which you pay extra, contains about 21 mummies of ancient royals including that of Ramses II.

Step Pyramid at Zosur

Step Pyramid at Zosur

The Saqqara pyramids are among the first pyramids in Egypt. The Step pyramid of Zoser at Saqqara and the Bent pyramid at Dahshur are the forerunners of the later pyramids of Giza. There is no shortage of pyramids in this area, discovered or undiscovered; in fact, during our meanderings, we wandered onto an archeological dig which, after we returned to the US, was announced to be the site of the latest pyramid discovery in Saqqara. Our 15 seconds of proximity to fame and we didn’t even know it!

Red Pyramid of Sonfru

Red Pyramid of Sonfru

If you want to go inside a pyramid, it may be better to see the Red pyramid at Dahshur rather than the Giza pyramid where the challenge of having to deal with hordes of fellow tourists is compounded by the chagrin of having to buy a separate ticket for entrance. To get inside most pyramids you climb half way up one of the faces (about a 100 feet up) and then climb down a steep narrow shaft (about a 150 feet down), hunched over almost double at some points, leading to one or more burial chambers. The pyramids themselves are empty and most are quite musty as there are very few air shafts. If you are unused to much climbing or generally out of shape, it is probably best to avoid the cardiovascular and musculoskeletal distress associated with entering a pyramid.

Hanging Church

Hanging Church

Coptic Cairo is a pilgrimage for many tourists as it contains not only the legendary site where Moses was found in the rushes but also some of the places that Joseph, Mary and Jesus visited in Egypt while in exile. The Hanging Church, so called because it has no real foundation and built over one of the towers of the Babylon fortress, is worth visiting. We were mesmerized by the carved wooden ceilings at the Coptic Museum, ceilings that had been salvaged from various crumbling monasteries around the country. In Islamic Cairo the Alabaster Mosque built inside the 12th century Citadel of Saladin is a landmark destination. Even those unfamiliar with early Christian or Islamic history will appreciate the significance of these sites. A unique area that we passed on our way to Islamic Cairo was the City of the Dead, an erstwhile cemetery that, untransformed, has been home to the poorest citizens of Cairo for countless decades. The Egyptian government is now trying to relocate these families living among the graves and inside the mausoleums, many of whom have been living there for generations and refuse to move.

Queen Hatshepsut's Temple

Queen Hatshepsut

In ancient Egypt, the domain of the living was on the east side of the Nile and the domain of the dead on the west. The temples at Karnak and Luxor on the East Bank were storehouses of wealth during the time of Ramses II. The six soaring statues of Ramses II guarding the temple of Luxor are a sight to behold.  The Valley of the Kings on the West Bank houses the tombs of over 65 pharaohs in deep caves carved into soft limestone rock, many of which still haven’t been found. The tombs here date back to the New Kingdom (1570-1070 BC) when the pharaohs realized that the pyramids were beacons to grave robbers. The tourist sites around Luxor entail a fair amount of walking and the ground is quite uneven. Sturdy shoes and lots of drinking water are a good idea as the actual tombs are quite far away from the main ticket offices. No photography is allowed inside the caves which is a pity as the frescoes are amazing. This was one of the few places where our daughter decided to sit with the guide in the shade while we braved the scorching hot sun and armies of tourists to explore some the tombs. The heat and the crowds make it impossible to see more than four or five tombs in a morning but whatever you can see is highly worth it.

Mediterranean Sea

Mediterranean Sea

We found Alexandria to be a pleasant seaside town with a few Roman and Greek sites. The catacombs were worth visiting but paled in comparison to the other tombs that we had seen before we got to this city, Egypt’s second largest. The Mediterranean Sea was a breathtaking azure blue and the sail boats bobbing in the breeze were picturesque. For history buffs, Alexandria may be a bit of a letdown, given that much of the original wonders of the ancient world no longer remain and have been replaced with fairly recent structures as markers where these monuments once stood. In retrospect, we feel that we could have easily skipped this tour and chosen to go either to the temple of Abu Simbel or to one of the historic sites in the Sinai Peninsula.

Now no traveler’s tale is complete without a mention of the local cuisine and this is no exception. We enjoyed typical Egyptian dishes like kushari (a lentil, pasta and rice dish with red sauce), fuul (mashed refried beans), kebabs, hummus, grilled pigeon, chicken and fish tagines or stews, fetir (sweet or savory stuffed pancakes) and a delicious baladi bread similar to a tandoor roti. Being vegetarian would be very hard in Egypt if you had to subsist on traditional food but in most places American or European food is readily available.  Be careful of fresh cut vegetables and fruits unless you want to spend most of your time “resting”; although we were not affected, we found that it was a constant topic of discussion wherever there were tourists. Fresh fruit juices such as lime, mango, guava or strawberry were surprisingly good and very refreshing. Alcohol is served primarily in big touristy restaurants or hotels. Egypt Air, the national airline is totally ‘dry’ and no alcoholic beverages are sold even on trans-Atlantic journeys.

We found that many tourist sites do not allow photography inside the monuments or buildings and would recommend buying the postcards being sold by vendors so you can hold on to some memories. Tour guides will also stop for ‘refreshments’ at carpet factories, perfume factories, papyrus institutes and other handicraft industries. In a private tour it is much easier to avoid such places than on a large guided tour. Bargaining is a must if you plan to buy. We started with one third the quoted price and worked our way up to what we thought was an acceptable upper limit for us.

Bottled water is essential as is sunscreen for the sun can be brutal at midday. Weather- wise the best time to visit is probably October to March, when temperatures are manageable. Also, tipping or giving baksheesh is a way of life in Egypt. Keep plenty of one pound notes (notes are more acceptable than coins) as even when you go to a public restroom you need to tip the attendant before you can get a small strip of toilet paper to use. People will ask for tips to take photographs of you at most tourist sites.

If you are traveling with kids, the additional expenditure of staying in four or five star hotels is worth considering. Smoking is very common in all public places including hotel lobbies. A non-smoking room in a 5 star hotel is like paradise if you are not used to cigarette smoke.  When traveling with children take the usual precautions you would take when traveling to India or other countries in the subcontinent with respect to food, restrooms, over the counter medicines etc. Egyptians love children and will often take the time to interact with them or bring special treats.

As we boarded our flight back to the US, the words of P.B Shelley came to mind:

“I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things…
…Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

For us, Egypt is now a collage of pillars and pyramids, monasteries, churches, mosques and temples, some shattered by the march of Time and History, as Shelley describes, yet others still standing, proud and desolate and endlessly fascinating. It is a canvas of the clash of civilizations, the ancient and modern saga of humankind in all its grandeur, its hubris, its compassion and its frailty, and the enduring bonds that tie us all together. We can’t wait to find our way back.

36 hours in Bengaluru

By Geeta Padmanabhan

New Bangalore Airport

New Bangalore Airport

My office in Chennai said, “No one will meet you at the Bengaluru airport.” I protested. My conference venue was far away from the new airport and I was scheduled to land at 6:30 am.

“Not to worry,” said the boss. “Bengaluru cabbies are honest, highly professional. Their meters work. You just pay the amount.” I checked with the Conference Secretary. “If we send a cab, we pay up and down. Just hop into one at the airport, please!” She was going to sign the bill, so…

The new Bengaluru airport is impressively large, with a glass-house terminal, neat and spacious. I stepped out and sat down on a square stone (meant for sitting?). The air was cool and bracing. As far as the eye could see, there were neatly laid flower beds dotted with saplings. When they mature, the terminal will have a wooded look. Nice.

That pleasant feeling was soon replaced by confusion. Where was I supposed to get a cab? The boards outside had no information. There is a coffee shop, airlines booths, but no info on cabs. Does one walk up and down to find one? There were a couple of parked cabs, but they had no drivers. I then noticed a few men across the street in front. I crossed, one came up. “Taxi, madam?”  He pointed at some distance. “The car is there.” I carried my bag a half kilometre to the car park, stopped and asked, “Gadi kahan hai?” He said, “Bhool gaya.” I asked him what people who couldn’t walk this far did. “You would be standing at the spot where you saw me. I would bring the car.” Where I stood was a narrow pathway. What if there was a crowd?

I gave the cabbie the address. “I know Nagarbhavi,” he said. I sat back. At the exit point he said, “Please pay Rs. 100/- for parking.” I did.

For about 30 kms it was riding bliss – wooded areas, smooth roads, one-way traffic. Then the car got into the semi-urban area. Slowly, the road turned bad, the air got foul and we met heavy oncoming traffic. It was nearly 8 m. I tried to read the shop boards to know where I was. Nothing was in English. The cabbie asked, “Have you been here?” I said the place looked familiar. “The route to Nagarbhavi is always choked with lorry traffic.” We stopped, we moved, stopped and asked for directions. We reached the Mysore road, got into the University campus. Another two kilometers on a lonely road inside the campus, and we were in front of the NLS training centre. It was 9 am.

I asked for the bill. The cabbie fiddled a bit, and gave me the paper. It said, “Rs. 950/- That’s right.  “It’s 60 kms, madam.” A man from the Centre came down. Should I pay? “Yes,” he said. They always charge for both ways. He has to go back to the airport.”

I talked to several people at the meetings. An Asst. Commissioner from Delhi said, “I landed at midnight, flagged a passing taxi, bargained and got here for Rs. 600/-!” A rehab officer from Andhra Pradesh paid Rs. 713/-. Giving me this information, a Commissioner from AP complained, “How can we pay different charges? My meter showed Rs. 735/-!” I tried not to laugh.

I left the campus the next day at 2 pm to catch my flight back. It was a working day. But then this was a different car, a different driver. He left through another gate which faced the main road. He took city roads I had not seen on the way down.  He quickly hit the highway to the airport and whizzed through. I asked him to note the distance. I said I was writing about the journey.

I reached the airport in one and a half hours. The meter showed Rs. 700/- and the distance was 50 kms. I narrated this to the guard checking the ID at the arrival gate. He said, “If you had asked me I would have arranged a pre-paid taxi at reasonable rates.” When was this system installed?

I had a long wait. I had my overnight bag, my laptop and a bag stuffed with Conference material. I put them in a cart and looked for a telephone. I couldn’t find one. I scrutinized all the boards in the main baggage checking area. The two huge ones had no picture of a telephone. In fact, there was no indication of a telephone anywhere.

In the old airport the telephone booth is in the sitting area. In this vast modern sea of tiles, glass and high ceiling, the telephone is an obsolete device. I could have sworn there were fewer seats too.

I stopped an airport guy. He said, “I don’t know, madam. But please use my mobile. What is your number?” That is India, I guess. Ill-informed, but helpful. He offered to go with me looking for a telephone. We found a couple near the packing material vending stand. He didn’t know which one would take STD calls. He walked down to the far end, found one and called me. I wheeled the cart down and made the call. I thanked him.

I walked back all the way to the other side and had tea at the only café. It was half a regular paper cup of bad tea. I paid Rs. 65/- for it. That over, I wanted to browse at the shops. Only there were none. You take a seat and all you can see are rows and rows of airlines booths that open both on the outside and inside. The shopping area is on the first floor, up an escalator. With my three pieces of luggage I wasn’t going up. If I took the elevator (I didn’t know where that was) I would still need a cart. People I spoke to felt the same way.

This is my take on this swanky airport: it is meant for airlines that’ll soon choke the Indian sky. It is for state-of-the-art gadget users, fit Olympians. It is not for elderly and disabled passengers like me. In a melting economy it is people like me who have the wherewithal to travel. All the delegates – about 200 – flew down. They must fly. They are in wheelchairs, they are blind.  They are elderly. They have money, will travel, will buy. Why doesn’t the industry welcome us, fill the seats and run profits, instead of sacking employees?

This was one side of India. During the one and half days of deliberations at the famous Law School I met a very endearing face of India in the Conference room and outside at night when I walked around the campus meeting the students. That is masala for another story.

Picture by vermin-jr, Creative Commons use.

Airport Rage

By P.R. Ganapathy

Bangalore Airport

Bangalore Airport

When I last counted, I estimated that you have to stand in line 7 different times before you board a plane in India. At the entrance to the airport, baggage scanning line, check-in line, security line,
check-your-boarding-pass line, to get on the bus, and finally, to get on the plane.

Over the last few trips, I’ve noticed a certain hyperaggressiveness among passengers in India.

One of the most egregious experiences I had was on the last trip to India. Very often, when a flight is called, a long line forms in front of the counters to check your boarding pass. And you’ll often notice someone sidle up to some meek-looking soul in the line, hoping to be
able to slide in, and avoid having to go to the back of the line. Very little makes me see red, but this is unfortunately one of them. And so, I make it a point to call them, and ask them to go to the back of the line, even if they’re not trying to slide in in front of me.

So on this particular instance, I was boarding a flight to Mangalore, and a tall young man stands beside and slightly ahead of me. The line is already 5 or 6 people deep behind me. So I look him in the eye and say “Excuse me, I think the end of the line’s back there”, pointing
behind me with my thumb.

Whoa, did that set off a nerve somewhere. He started shouting at me for “acting smart” and being a “villager who seemed to be traveling for the first time”, etc., ad nauseaum. So I told him I was surprised that he was being so aggressive about such a small issue. That really set him off – he took a few menacing steps towards me, and I almost reached up and took my glasses off so that they wouldn’t shatter when he hit me. Thankfully, it didn’t come to that. He then proceeded to
bully a smaller guy right behind me to let him stand in line, and shadowed me all the way through the bus ride to the aircraft, glaring at me at every concievable opportunity.

What’s driving this? Some of you may say that this is because airline travel in India has become progressively less expensive, and that’s brought a whole new stratum of travelers into airports. People who may be traveling for the first time, in some cases, or less familiar with airport procedure. That could be true, but I don’t think it adds up.

Have you had such experiences when you travel in India? Why do you think it’s on the rise? Can something be done about it? If so, what? I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Picture by Soumik Kar

Keeping classical dance traditions alive – the Abhinaya Dance Company

In an article entitled “Random thoughts” on the website for the Abhinaya Dance Company, Mythili Kumar muses on the future of Bharatanatyam? Is it destined to become “Bhangranatyam”, she wonders. Do kids today have the time and patience to devote to this pure art form when they have so many demands on their time? Her doubts notwithstanding, she and the talented dancers of the Abhinaya Dance Company in San Jose soldier on, bringing their latest performance “Rivers, A Mystical Journey” in a fall concert at the Mexican Heritage Center this weekend.

Nearly 30 years ago, Mythili started teaching dance to kids of friends as a way of staying in touch with her dancing roots. In India she had the opportunity to perform about twice a month; here she was lucky if she could get to perform twice a year.

She supervised the arangetrams of several of her students over the next few years and eventually started the Abhinaya Dance Company, choreographing her first production “Shiva the Cosmic Dancer.” The dance was very well received. The company applied for grants from the Arts Council of Santa Clara County (now the Arts Council of the Silicon Valley ) and the California Arts Council and never looked back.

“As a dancer in India, I was used to just showing up to dance and the stage management was left to professionals, but here we had to reach out to friends and family to do the sound and lighting,” reminisces Mythili. Even today Abhinaya remains a small friendly group largely supported by the efforts of volunteers. Even the school restricts itself to around a 100 students per year. “If we expend all that effort in teaching, that takes away time from creating and performing,” says Mythili. “We would like to keep the emphasis on innovating and choreography.”

The company has one big concert every year in the fall and the theme and choreography are always new. “We don’t want to dilute the technique,” emphasizes Mythili. “The lines have to be perfect, the grace has to be there and the emotions have to be properly displayed. We don’t want to turn folksy or get influenced by Bollywood. But at the same time we want to innovate within the tradition.”

That innovation can be seen in this year’s theme, which features the five important rivers of India – the Ganga, Yamuna, Narmada, Godavari and Cauvery. For Ganga, the choreography follows the mythological story of King Bhagiratha and his quest to bring the river down from the heavens. For Narmada however, the dancers decided to tackle the contemporary issue of the controversial dam and the displacement of villagers. It is a bold way of using an ancient art form to convey a modern message.

Some of the innovation this year is also the result of young blood. Mythili’s daughter Rasika has been deeply involved with the choreography and production this year. Her day job as a software engineer informs her art. “I am much more methodical in my approach,” laughs Rasika. “I try to find patterns in the choreography. Unlike my mother, whose creativity is inspired by her vast experience as a dancer, I have to work at it.”

Keeping the age-old tradition of Bharatanatyam alive is a challenge. “I think that is true of any classical art form,” says Rasika. “Even though the number of students interested in dance has increased and the number of dance companies in the Bay Area has grown significantly, I still find that the average Indian American is not well-informed about classical dance. Our goal of informing the public about this dance and making it accessible to the lay viewer has remained the same ever since the inception of the company.”

It doesn’t help that kids today have so many competing demands on their time – Once able to devote 3-4 hours a day to practise, now they join multiple clubs and sports activities and Mythili conducts most of her rehearsals over the weekend to accommodate busy lives and busier schedules. But the spirit of innovation remains strong and “Rivers – A Mystical Journey” promises to be a treat for lovers of dance.

“Rivers – A Mystical Journey” – Fall Concert
Saturday, November 15, 2008 – 7pm
Sunday, November 16, 2008 – 4pm
Mexican Heritage Theater,
1700 Alum Rock Ave., San Jose, CA 95116
Tickets for November 15th here.

Tickets or November 16th here.

Priya Govind: Making every second last a rich eternity

Priya Bhatt reviews Priyadarshini Govind’s BharataNatyam performance in San Jose, CA, USA on Nov 2, 2008.

How does one write a review for something that presents as boundless a view as the horizon? That was what Priyadarshini Govind’s performance in San Jose, California organized by the South Indian Fine Arts Council was; so one can only act as record-keeper, not reviewer.

In an ensemble of rich maroon tones offset by a richer gold, Priya started off with a Mallari in Gambhira Nattai ragam, with an twist of Mishra Triputa thalam, though there was nothing gambhira about it; it was radiance through and through. Following this up with an Alaripu in Tishram was an unpredictable choice, given that the Tishra Alaripu is a student piece. Priya however, flavored this beginner piece with intricacies of her own: She angled her anjalis and lunged into poses; brought a freshness to the incessant dittitais with dramatic pauses and enhanced the basic steps with fuller hand movements. The Tishra Alaripu wouldn’t have recognized itself.

Shadakshara Kautwam was the next piece, a celebration of Shanmukha-bhakti in Shanmukhapriya ragam. Priya was now a peacock, now a vel, now a bhakta, now benevolent Muruga Himself, and then a dancer. The Nataikurunji varnam that followed transcended from being the formidable piece-de-resistance to a happy experiment in at once defying and challenging norms, of choreography, of age and energy. Priya Govind’s portrayal consisted of two distinct bhavas; the majestic dancing Nataraja and inexplicably, the navarasas within the Shringara-  that is quintessential Priya Govind, to catharsize the bhava into a moment, or energize it to have a life of its own.

Watching Priya Govind perform is a study in contrasts- there is a quietness to her drama and an explosion in her restraint. Priya makes every second last a beautiful eternity and every fleeting experience transform into an undying memory. And the hand-in-glove chemistry with the orchestra is simply silk. Shaji Lal was masterful as her nattuvanar. The vocals, violin and mridangam were par excellence as an inspirational force in Priya’s dancing. Great idea to bring a technician from India as well, he did a great job of getting us to see the Light.

A tussle between loyalties, to one’s own self and to one’s doctrine, was superbly emoted by Priya in the first item after the intermission: Shivadeekhsha, where the young Shaivaite girl reluctantly turns her Vaishnavite lover away. That Priya can choose this piece, analyze the emotions and then be this nayika is proof that the divine exists, and aids and abets in a woman’s path to self-realization. She’s the only one who can get her audience to go past her resplendent blue-gold-red costume-with-long-melaka-down-the-back to create an illusion that hey, she’s actually dressed in simple cotton, has just taken a dip and is dripping wet as she walks back home, ready for her morning pooja. One almost shivers in reaction to the water!

‘At that moment, how can you restrain yourself?..’ –Indeed, how can one, faced with Priya Govind’s alluring incarnation of a young maiden caught up in the romance of a meeting with an attractive young man, in Appudumanasa. Now, was it the nayika or Priya herself urging you to let all restraint drop? How can one merge and emerge at will like this?

The folksy tale of Kanna’s antics including the one where he manages to get close enough to a girl and pinch her on the pretext of hearing her sing was like a fond memory- Priya managed to invoke a familiarity instead of leaving us feeling like mere spectators. Suddenly, you want to be with this child Krishna. No, you want to be the gopi that admonishes him. Then again, to be the girl that gets her cheek pinched would be so good!

The highlight in terms of technique in all the three abhinaya pieces was that Priya moved about a lot. However, with Priya, the 6×6 feet of space that the nayika claims as her stage metamorphosizes into a passage of suspended time. The mark of an expert dancer is to be omnipresent; not ‘cover’ space on stage, a feat that Priya Govind instinctively achieves.

The solo rendition of the Kalinga Nartana ‘poem’ like Priya Govind called it, was nirvanaic in its impact on the audience. The attention to detail blows one away: the gait of the Naga-wives was distinct from one the egoistic Kalinga used. The prancing of Krishna in the Yamuna was beautifully blended to an ongoing fight: Priya Govind used nritta korvai-lets with patakas to depict Krishna swimming, and then He Swung Kalinga around to dance on him. Yamuna herself came to life in the rolling waves in the beginning. And all that energy comes to a head and then just black-holes into a pose when Krishna pushes Kalinga’s head into submission. With Priya, every second of time, pause, pose, and look is seared with a mark of its own. She herself has said that BharataNatyam is not just bhava, mudras and movement; it is a language that she uses to communicate. Indeed, with Priya it would not matter if it had it been a Rajender, Anagha or Aparajita or even a Jill, Jane and Bob in the audience instead of a Jaya, Sri and Ravi.

Brindavani Thillana was a delight to watch, even though one suspects it was an abridged version. Priya Govind’s dancing is as effortless and instinctive as a spontaneous cry of joyful surprise. She alone can transcend a walk to Natyadharmi status, and get the most stylized and traditional of steps to transform to a Lokadharmi feel; more proof of her dancing being a study in contrasts. She makes it feel as if getting to samam at the end of a korvai is not just the culmination, but an event in itself that she’s been waiting for all her life; everytime. And that last pose- how can she pack so much energy with her back to the audience and her arms lifted up in alapadmakas?

Never mind that- Bhanudas came alive when Priya Govind danced his abhang ‘Brindavani venu vaaze’. O what trickery is this, that a dancer can get you this close to experience heavenly bliss? Priya’s Govind played on His flute while slowly dancing out a tune with his feet, in a tight gyration, and the fact that Priya repeated this at least three times is evidence that she does have her finger on the audience pulse- one always wants more of something good. It was like a painting come alive, when her Krishna mesmerized birds, animals and humans alike. A body to soul experience, truly- Jeevatma to Paramatma.

But, but- The biggest draw that Priya Govind has, is the feeling we get that her very breath depends on an audience, that it is drawn because of the audience, and not inspite of the audience as some performers will have you believe. Like the line from the varnam that evening, ‘Namamrita …..jeevana’, Priya Govind makes her audience feel like having them watch her perform is all the sustenance she needs. And this is her greatest asset and lifelong hold over the audience.

Priya Bhatt is a contract marketer by profession, for software products and services. By passion though, she’s a performer: A background and ongoing  interest in Bharatanatyam, with an ambition to do more in theater. Her hobbies include writing, choreography and designing women’s wear.