Recipe for Holi:
6 foreigners
1 Indian
3 water guns
12+ bags of organic color
2 large buckets
Clothes you don’t care about
Handful of bystanders
Mix. Repeat. Rinse. Repeat.
Really, this is better in pictures. Enjoy! Continue reading
Recipe for Holi:
6 foreigners
1 Indian
3 water guns
12+ bags of organic color
2 large buckets
Clothes you don’t care about
Handful of bystanders
Mix. Repeat. Rinse. Repeat.
Really, this is better in pictures. Enjoy! Continue reading
Posted in holiday
After having been in India for almost four months, I’m finally going to see something outside of Mumbai. My first mini-trip is for work to Hyderabad. How much I’ll actually see is unknown, but I’m super excited for the weather. Temperatures hover around 70; a much-welcomed break from the 90s in Mumbai.
I get back at midnight on Wednesday night, and Arnab and I are leaving for our Diwali vacation less than 24 hours later. We’ll hit Delhi, Agra, Amritsar and Calcutta. At the end, I’ll head back to Delhi to cover a conference for work.
It’s going to be an exhausting couple of weeks, but I’m excited. Needless to say, I probably won’t be blogging much, but expect some great stories and photos when I return.
A few days ago, I noticed that the lights were going back up near our apartment building. Not exactly the street-wide display that was up for Eid and Ganpati, but lights none the less.
As we headed out for dinner a few night ago, we walked out of the building to see adults seated in plastic chairs watching children dance in a sort of circle. The dance seemed simple enough, but avoiding the hand claps and feet as we walked out was a little difficult. As we dodged the dancers, I wondered why I ever walk outside without my camera.
Luckily, the festival is nine days long, so I would have another opportunity. As we left to go to our fancy anniversary dinner at the Taj—different story, different post—we saw the dancing again. This time, however, I stopped to take a few pictures. A man approached Arnab and asked if we wanted to join in. We declined since we had reservations.
Tonight, as we left for dinner (Yes, we eat out a lot. We have no water!), the kids were at it again. When we returned about two hours later, they were still at it. Hugging the wall, we walked over to where the adults were sitting on the opposite side of the small courtyard. I saw the sweat soaked through a father’s face as he danced around clutching a small child, the adorable girl with librarian glasses from down the hall and dozens of others. The man from last night grabbed Arnab’s arm and urged him to join in. He did.
I wasn’t able to laugh at Arnab’s uncoordinated dancing for more than a few seconds when an aunty in a bright pink sari grabbed my arm and motioned in the direction of the dancers. Why not?
So, Arnab and I danced one pass around the courtyard. We clapped at all the wrong times, and our feet made all the wrong steps, but we had fun. The little girl from down the hall gave me a big smile as we saw each other from across the circle.
With six days left, maybe I can learn the steps.
Yes, I know Eid was almost three weeks ago, but better late than never right?
Before Arnab and I had even talked about moving to India, we had watched the Anthony Bourdain episode where he goes to Mumbai and Calcutta. In Mumbai, he goes to a road called Mohammed Ali Road. On this road, he eats all sorts of kebabs and curries—even brain curry. So, of course a visit was on our Mumbai to-do list.
The road is rather famous, and during the month of Ramadan, the small streets are jammed with people after dark. The biggest night, of course, is Eid. So, we made a plan to go, even though we got plenty of advice telling us not to. Groups of young Muslim men tend to get a little rowdy, and people were worried that I might attract some unwanted attention. Continue reading
Posted in exploring Mumbai, food, holiday
Last Thursday was the celebration of Krishna’s birthday. Amazingly enough, both Arnab and I had the day off. We headed down to South Bombay to see the festivities, which, among other things, involves packs of boys (and some surprisingly old men) traveling around making human pyramids to break clay pots.
Some things just can’t be expressed in words, so I’m not even going to try. Below are a few pictures and links to video that I took that day. I’m not sure how anyone could be in a bad mood watching these celebrations; it’s incredible feat of teamwork and planning. The young kids, with helmets of course, that are the top person are incredible. You can see their skinny legs shaking as they stand up.

Teams, called Govindas, ride around in huge trucks going from place to place in search of pots to break. Some of them even offer cash prizes.
Videos:
Successful Pyramid
Dancing
Pyramid Fail
Posted in exploring Mumbai, holiday, photography
Ramadan, the Muslim holy month, started lasted week. Arnab and I were walking around Santa Cruz last Thursday looking for tea during one of the calls to prayer. These men huddled in group and prayed right in the middle of a crowded marketplace in the pre-dinner hours. After the prayer was over, they all got up and went about their business.
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