Saturday, April 25, 2009

Mysore summers

OK, so I know, it's been way to long since I updated. Almost two months? Really? I apologize. It has been busy here and I don't often have access to the Internet.

It's beautiful here! The evenings are my favorite time. The thunderclouds roll in and put on quite the show. Bolts of lightning flash from one cloud to the next and it continues to put me in a state of awe. It's wonderful! My favorite part is the rain that follows. The wind and the rain cool off the 105F temperatures from the day making the nights pleasant. Actually, I've been waking up cold as I keep the fan on while I'm sleeping. I actually don't mind that too much. It's much better than waking up sweating, which is what was happening a month ago.

At the beginning of the month I went to visit Bangalore and was able to see the kids at Vathsalya, which was delightful!


Last weekend I went out with some of my students to Planet X. We went bowling and go karting.. and, through playing air hockey, learned the competitive side of one of them is far different from his normal disposition!

About a month ago, before school let out for the summer, some of the kids that attend here were practicing the art style that is seen at the doorstep of most, if not all, Hindu homes. I snapped a couple pictures.


And, as promised awhile ago, here is a photo of me, with my friend Shashi, in authentic Indian garb, eating authentic Indian grub! And a photo with my friend Phoebe and her brother.

Karla and I had the wonderful pleasure, or so we thought, of attending a free concert of a few members from the Vienna Symphony Orchestra. We were delighted to go, but when we left we both felt ashamed of the Indian culture's lack of respect toward such well-known people. Going to see the symphony in America is a special occasion, one dresses nicely and remains quiet while the performance is going on. Here, people came in jeans and constantly came in and out of the room, noisily slamming the door behind them. At times it was difficult to hear the performance over the voices of the people around us. How appalling! Another example, this is the stage and setup before the concert began. Please, answer me this if you can: How many men does it take to hang up a sign?