Tuesday, June 29
Saturday, June 26
Thursday, June 24
Wednesday, June 23
Saturday, June 19
today i also decided to try something new instead of always just putting my hair up in a ponytail... sooooo i taught myself to french braid!! it's kind of ugly but i'm real proud of myself, this is my first time to actually do it. i have tried before but my efforts always get muddled halfway through and my arms get tired and i throw up my hands in frustration at my thin, fine hair which is now tied in knots, and must be pulled out in order to be straightened out.
now that i started singing again, i don't remember why i havent been blasting my itunes this whole trip!! i love singing in these rooms, it's so fun :)
then i came down, all contemplative, ready to start my outline, and just turned on some itunes and started to sing in this empty pink and marble room. the echoes and acoustics fill you up as they reverberate throughout this house, and i thought about how to make my voice count.
i continued to procrastinate, and through a friend of a friend, picked up an awesome new photography blog to follow. as i flipped through the snapshots filled with love and gorgeous, nearly-tangible light (wedding photographers these days... fab) i thought about why beauty is so life-changing, and how i can let it make me more openhearted. i thought about how i can remove all bitterness from my heart. i thought about how i may best strip the callouses from my soul so as to truly feel.
i began my study on child development to present in about 15 hours, and continued my thoughtfulness, re-realizing in awe the desperate evil at the core of the human heart. it's a wonder we ever find love. we don't deserve it, do we?
i thought about the ultimate sacrifice, and the reason i've come here to this wonderful, culture-rich, intensely warm, trying, fulfilling, exotic place. i thought about how what i really want to say is what the sun would say to the sky for giving it a place to come alive.
i reflected on the people here, the sights, the foliage, the monkeys, the buildings - and thought about how everything has been made glorious.
now it's 2:10 AM and all i have is a bare-bones outline for a 10-minute presentation, and a responsibility to teach children in the morning.
here's to the unfinished.
thoughtful in Delhi,
Wednesday, June 16
Tuesday, June 15
It’s strange to think that in three days, I was scheduled to leave. I’m settled in, I feel like I’m home. I feel like India is my place!
Look! I have ice cream in my freezer!
I have chocolate Indian cookies (known here as biscuits, along with crackers, chips, and anything else crunchy and bread-like!) oh, and don’t even think I haven’t been
dipping these double-chocolate-overkill version of oreos (they’re called pure magic,
and the advertisement doesn’t lie!) into my nutella. I told you, I’m on a chocolate kick! I can’t stop eating it! The girls on the master’s team are all doing P-90X together, and I feel like I should start, too. ALL I eat is carbs and chocolate!
Well, and fruit. Yummmmmm. That’s possibly one of the things I’ll miss most about India. I’m not a huge fruit person in the States but the fruit here is DIVINE. You’ve probably never had a litchi, but it’s delightful, let me tell you. It looks like a strawberry, but you peel back the hard skin to reveal the slimy white meat, and there’s a big brown seed inside. The taste is something comparable to a grape… but different. But yum guys. Im serious J
Today we had another kid’s camp, and I did love it once again. I took pictures and saw a lot of the kids I know already. There was one girl who just fell asleep on the floor in the middle of all the hustle and bustle - I couldn’t believe it! She just passed out! After awhile of just watching her there on the marble floor, I couldn’t take it anymore. I sat down next to her and gathered her up into my arms and let her sleep with me. It’s been really really hot here lately, and one of the volunteers said the case was probably that she was so hot in her home that she got no sleep last night. mm. what a privilege to hold her precious snoozing self underneath the air conditioner and pray for her and love on her.
tomorrow, we have medical camps and then Pathshala and BSP. i'll hopefully be getting at least 10 more pictures and bios of the BSP kids, at which point i'll move on to either CHEP or Pathshala. Things are going really well.
mm:) love from delhi,
julie the purposed.
Monday, June 14
Sunday, June 13
Saturday, June 12
mmmm, this place.
Tuesday, June 8
It struck me today that it’s possible there’s such a thing as too much blogging. I thought about apologizing for so many posts so frequently, but even if you happen to be sorry I write so much, I’m not! ;) haha, it’s really my main journaling effort while I’m here, and I’m doing everything I can to keep my experiences straight.
That being said, I have a couple of experiences to note! J
Number one: took some pictures on campus today! The universities are so nice and it’s always cool to see how no matter where you go, people are people; girls are still girls with a love for shopping and relationship talk, boys are still boys with a need to kill things and feel respected, and college students are still college students with a hunger for acceptance and a desire to be emulated. We all want to be loved, really. [We all want just a little respect.] anyway, after the campus work, we were walking around checking out some of the nicer campuses, and we got to a point that I’d never seen before. I asked Prabin, our leader, if we should continue on our current path or turn back. “Oh, we should probably turn around,” he said nonchalantly, “to keep going straight is only if you want to see more monkeys.”Ok, let me get something really straight with you guys, lest you make the same mistake as Prabin. There should never be a question in your mind -
Prabin said there’s usually so many more… he even told us to keep our stuff on us so they wouldn’t grab it, which conjured up images of “night at the musem”.
Anyway, that was a stellar ending to our campus work for the afternoon. I also really liked this afternoon because Prabin told me some of his story as we walked through the Delhi University campuses. I love the relationships I’m building here… it’s really cool to see such good people opening up.
You know, I haven’t really been grossed out by India yet. Hadn’t, I should say, until today. Today after some really good conversation with Heather which included a possible job for me right now that’s more specific than “hang out on campuses and watch over the teams” (hope with me it will become a reality!), she commissioned Erica, Tiffany and I to go out and get the necessary food items for cooking dinner. We went to the grocery and got 2 kg of potatoes… I made the clerk bag them and I’m still not sure how much a kg is – I feel like a stupid American with no sense of conversion factors – and then we stopped by the chicken shop for meat.
I walked in, greeted by the welcoming and open arms of some skinned and beheaded small animals hanging upside down, with fuzzy tails still attached. The manager was lighting incense just as I entered, and he needed to finish his duties to the painting on his wall before he could acknowledge me. I showed the store clerk what I needed, and we waited for some other person to attend to my every wish. This tiny shop made of marble consisted of a small standing area and a front counter that looked something like a donut shop from the states with a selection of meats displayed in a glass case. Half of the rest of the tiny space was elevated, featuring cutting stumps, huge knives, hanging hooks, and pans of gizzards and blood. As we waited for the man who I later found would be cutting our meat on this elevated section of store, I noticed that the lower section where I stood was rather infested with beetles and the huge Indian ants I’ve become so accustomed to. One man came in the shop while I was waiting, and as the door was closing behind him, something scampered in. yes, a rat ran across my path today, and I couldn’t quite keep myself from jumping and gasping softly. It ran right into the store clerk next to me, and he made an exclamation of his own. I was beginning to wonder how much more of this place I could take, when my meat cutter finally walked in barefoot and sat down on the elevated portion of floor. He measured out 3 kg of boneless chicken, and began to place it on the marble next to him. I noticed that as he measured, he had moved his knife with his foot, and was holding it there in place with his toes, to keep it out of his way, I thought. My thoughts were quickly proven wrong as the man began his deft work on the chicken – slicing and dicing… yes my friends, with his toes.Though we ate the foot-rat-meat this evening, and it was delicious, I think I may just send Josh to get the meat for us from now on.
i think probably the grossest thing depicted here, though, is the proximity of that man's chai to his panful of grizz. oh, my gracious... what a life.
still healthy in delhi,
julie the monkeylover.
Monday, June 7
Guess what? My sniffles are almost totally gone! I feel so much better, and life just feels easier when I have a working head, nose, and throat.
So my camera’s getting kinda beat up here, but I knew it would – hey, that’s why I bought it!! this trip has made me want to get some new lenses realllly badly, but even with my limited equipment, people here still ask me if I’m a journalist. Haha. Nottt even close.
So hey, let’s take a poll: how many of you out there would judge me for getting a nosering?? It’s such an India thing, and I just love it! also, it’s so cheap here to get one – fifty rupees max (that’s around one dollar, if you didn’t know). At this point, since it’s cultural and since I’m here, it’s clearly not a rebellious thing that I just want to get done, but I’m not gonna make a rash decision. All the girls here think it’s a great idea, though; the moment I asked Menaz if hers hurt she was ready to take me out to go get one! Sometimes it’s kind of a trashy thing in America (obviously no offense to any of you readers who are sporting one) but here it’s just normal, and beautiful! Hey, it could be a good conversation starter.Picture time! Today was a beautiful cold day in India, and after doing all my laundry,
I went for a little walk through Hudson Line to take some pictures. I didn’t get anything spectacular, but I had a nice walk anyway. This precious little slum girl is saying “Namaste”.I found tons of pretty flowers,
and tons of dogs.
It started to rain a little, so I made my way back to my house.
Okay, next order of business: let me introduce you to someone!
This is Peter’s mother. She lives on the ground floor of the building that Tiffany, Erica and I are staying in, and she’s such a good woman. She doesn’t speak much English but she makes magnificent Chai and she’s so hospitable and sweet. She always tells us “we are your neiiighbor!” and wants to help us out. I think she’s beautiful. I know she’s wonderful.
Well, along with my changing sleeping behavior, my eating habits have also begun to shift. Thank goodness I started to take a shine to Asian food before I came, otherwise I’d be getting realllly skinny! Who here remembered from geography class that India shares a border with China, eh?? Along with the extensive menu of 1) spicy chicken or 2) spicy rice and potatoes offered in India, there is a plethora of oriental stuff! Plus naan… but I tell you about naan every day. oh, and people eat tons of fruit. Now that, I like. Me and my mango juice, as I told you before, are getting pretty friendly. Along with that, you know how when you even think of India, people start handing out immodium? Well, not to be crass, but I have not even looked at all the immodium I brought; in fact, I’m a seasoned sufferer of the opposite bodily effect! CONSEQUENTLY, I’ve become quite familiar with prunes. Nothing like a plump sun-withered fruit to complete my image as a regular world-travelin’ fool. Yep, Prunes and Maaza and honey corn flakes is my morning routine. And actually, I really like it! I may continue to partake in their shrively goodness when I get back to the states.
So let’s finish by talking about how good I am at being Indian now. :)
Today, I independently and successfully: washed and hung my laundry, took a walk without getting lost, took pictures, showed someone around to the market and the ATM, went grocery shopping at two different shops and bought chai, ordered a pizza using the correct phone number which came to the correct house at the correct time, and did TONS of schoolwork for these online classes.
I think I may be about to try and successfully shave my legs with no running water! That would make my day complete.
With love from Delhi,
The regular, oriental, and successful Julie Terrall.