tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563206382415610712024-03-13T02:32:26.286-04:00bound 4 bangaloreStacie Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18352761507126610992noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656320638241561071.post-67879956785693825992011-10-10T13:26:00.000-04:002011-10-10T13:26:02.853-04:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.charitywater.org/whywater"><img border="1" height="250" src="http://www.charitywater.org/media/banners/300x250_baby.jpg" style="border-color: #CCC;" width="300" /></a></div>Stacie Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18352761507126610992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656320638241561071.post-49134689621512046852011-05-23T14:15:00.001-04:002011-05-23T14:16:11.944-04:00Day 19 - Modesty or a lack thereof<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Our time in Goa reminded me of another trip--a trekking weekend that Darren encouraged me to go on--that culminated in a swim party with 25 guys clad in their briefs: exclusively.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Theres quite the double standard in Indian swimwear. Men wear next to nothing and women wear full salwar kameez, (lower left, below) or even a sari. This is supposedly considered modest, however it also dangerous to be swathed in 6 yards of waterlogged fabric. I think making men swim blindfolded would be a net gain in safety.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Like you can bare your shoulders here! (I'm told shoulders are considered quite provocative.) Actually, it's a beach culture, so bathing suits were <i>de rigueur</i>. One woman (European, no doubt) decided to tan, swim and drink Coca Cola from a glass bottle--topless. Her husband, a pot-bellied shag carpet with eyes, donned a psychedelic speedo. Kristen proclaimed them her favourite couple on the beach. Here here! (No pictures for obvious reasons.)</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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</div></div>Stacie Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18352761507126610992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656320638241561071.post-73246366778021354332011-05-18T01:05:00.000-04:002011-05-18T01:05:53.656-04:00Day 22 - Rangoli<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I often see this lady applying the chalk powder to this driveway on my walk to work. Rangoli is a traditional decorative folk art of India, consisting of <span style="color: white;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">a colourful pattern made near the entrance to a house after it has been cleaned to welcome guests. The term Rangoli is derived from words: rang (colour) and aavalli (row ) so rangoli is row of colours.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFZTLK9Tvs84VA-3rayTVsR3gZUr-Mz1GUxmngg2tlz7RH4KnbWwijeGRUdlm88TMhTg9Vc9EY5CZh6q5tdOu1CgoiEyRFh82tD-rWDN27wrzwgGMaR_Ar1ET1tEqGgpC5cXA5VK11EdE/s1600/photo+4+%25287%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFZTLK9Tvs84VA-3rayTVsR3gZUr-Mz1GUxmngg2tlz7RH4KnbWwijeGRUdlm88TMhTg9Vc9EY5CZh6q5tdOu1CgoiEyRFh82tD-rWDN27wrzwgGMaR_Ar1ET1tEqGgpC5cXA5VK11EdE/s320/photo+4+%25287%2529.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I'm pretty skilled with sidewalk chalk, so my roommate Angela and I bought colours and tried to replicate these designs on the privacy of our rooftop. Major fail. No pictures survived of the project and our hands were dyed an incriminating blue (like we had severe frostbite) for a day after the fact. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisndugTlbBbmSz6N0Q5vhbc8pm0M2zXoJvmW7HkRBX-0gVDEh3F2oQO38UsmOi19C9OA0iWe20BQ1uZXQJc8M9IldBNiVCtux7_nC1OtxgnITfKCYWCuX6O7DEjMEQXAR0D3BDAFbqd5U/s1600/photo+3+%252816%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisndugTlbBbmSz6N0Q5vhbc8pm0M2zXoJvmW7HkRBX-0gVDEh3F2oQO38UsmOi19C9OA0iWe20BQ1uZXQJc8M9IldBNiVCtux7_nC1OtxgnITfKCYWCuX6O7DEjMEQXAR0D3BDAFbqd5U/s320/photo+3+%252816%2529.jpg" width="240px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hang ten" Rangoli</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw5bvWOR4s-mUvNs5NUmYO4n6C1PmXDCKeU1AOTy8nHWKY38xlwbSZWAI_ny92iEyzZr1agye_fzbfP-S2RDcc-18Xow09NTk7JigRqJF5cvAO_RhyphenhyphenYKKLWI4Zfo9NdlGcttQwIBqn5E0/s1600/photo+2+%252813%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw5bvWOR4s-mUvNs5NUmYO4n6C1PmXDCKeU1AOTy8nHWKY38xlwbSZWAI_ny92iEyzZr1agye_fzbfP-S2RDcc-18Xow09NTk7JigRqJF5cvAO_RhyphenhyphenYKKLWI4Zfo9NdlGcttQwIBqn5E0/s320/photo+2+%252813%2529.jpg" width="240px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Our driveway rarely gets this special treatment. You can tell that it's a special occassion by the greenery, pooja offering of a smashed watermelon and large scale rangoli design outside our gate. (Just to be clear, our whole apartment building was not really clean!)</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKH6FApzj2xKVFD_jnHF9DMP0B5WcJWr7r9lTpqJcM-SXmm-nMxohMvni05CkzpCmEcwE6U6qc6xnpcnRUrVS2Po82nih0YrDxT6jSbELtZP2Gxi14hh22NFkNNUqCfke8WYZSr1NZcmI/s1600/photo+%252829%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKH6FApzj2xKVFD_jnHF9DMP0B5WcJWr7r9lTpqJcM-SXmm-nMxohMvni05CkzpCmEcwE6U6qc6xnpcnRUrVS2Po82nih0YrDxT6jSbELtZP2Gxi14hh22NFkNNUqCfke8WYZSr1NZcmI/s320/photo+%252829%2529.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The biggest work I've seen was celebrating Diwali, the Festival of Lights. </div></div>Stacie Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18352761507126610992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656320638241561071.post-41022152904640023722011-05-05T13:09:00.000-04:002011-05-05T13:09:40.644-04:00Day 23 - Life on the Farm<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Bangalore's nickname is the "Garden City" but rapid urbanization and construction have caused the city to lose some of its former glory over the last 10 years. Perhaps, instead of "garden" city it could be content as the "farmer's" city. As I've never seen so much livestock content to mingle with 5.5 million city dwellers (Except in Jonah' description of Nineveh. ) I might see any number of the following on my walk to or from work.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9LzuWkuh8FeLknpSTiv4MMoMAQIYxc2jl4H-DcYXVAucgxEc6uwofNuGIJKsrfyW4M1_LfXvDlsO75TbkAHN6BH6Zn8i6u0xJjUUe2yTeG5ENQ9zjiqfP_HFiHzXLlfICQx3GnOnm-Zs/s1600/photo+3+%252815%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9LzuWkuh8FeLknpSTiv4MMoMAQIYxc2jl4H-DcYXVAucgxEc6uwofNuGIJKsrfyW4M1_LfXvDlsO75TbkAHN6BH6Zn8i6u0xJjUUe2yTeG5ENQ9zjiqfP_HFiHzXLlfICQx3GnOnm-Zs/s320/photo+3+%252815%2529.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love that one chicken's head is painted yellow, the other hot pink!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirKWwM3FLT-gqOXybXZew7a_K1_HMiZlourdSiM91VKhXZ8kdHT6MzNqzQqRFO3RaxeWXBAzrKmi1BZC1XkfzY17y8-HUWFN1O4IQDHsKXml8dmDmQD8GyHxzsuR4ue1Xw19N0RBGhe1c/s1600/photo+3+%252814%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirKWwM3FLT-gqOXybXZew7a_K1_HMiZlourdSiM91VKhXZ8kdHT6MzNqzQqRFO3RaxeWXBAzrKmi1BZC1XkfzY17y8-HUWFN1O4IQDHsKXml8dmDmQD8GyHxzsuR4ue1Xw19N0RBGhe1c/s320/photo+3+%252814%2529.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">now GoogleMaps, does this look like a street to you? More proof Bangalore is really a farm masquerading as a city. I had to get out of the auto and walk the rest of the way. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4LT0QwhGgKoo-kuzJPSoW2AqbYvLhPCVCEiyPLTRdSFIaw-58YMRR94yP22xotskCRXC38Z9_GpH7vSr1mmN9jZcNH7vXAxMriOGD78Htypl2Il41tl-Wv9U_eTIQCdPs1NFSo6TRgXw/s1600/tractor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4LT0QwhGgKoo-kuzJPSoW2AqbYvLhPCVCEiyPLTRdSFIaw-58YMRR94yP22xotskCRXC38Z9_GpH7vSr1mmN9jZcNH7vXAxMriOGD78Htypl2Il41tl-Wv9U_eTIQCdPs1NFSo6TRgXw/s320/tractor.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tractors are used for everything here. This one doubles as a bus!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy1CdLkt7-Jf161jdtu4oLrv2oAuUGCD6ZNLTtAvc5Aljah2ze-BIwAT1stztgTfyBPNCqQb4ijsqloiYCkY8JagC-gBpiH6QnxVbANwHofLNYz2yBIl3PgUKNf9piibC5IKKz_NTb-cY/s1600/photo+%252825%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy1CdLkt7-Jf161jdtu4oLrv2oAuUGCD6ZNLTtAvc5Aljah2ze-BIwAT1stztgTfyBPNCqQb4ijsqloiYCkY8JagC-gBpiH6QnxVbANwHofLNYz2yBIl3PgUKNf9piibC5IKKz_NTb-cY/s320/photo+%252825%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I don't know if you can see this little goats eye, but he's napping on the seat of the scooter!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWGjUo7Rc7PuBL6NKEM6SYqTRxMc6PGHlIwCObvyMYVGXxKJzCB8OWUYjcDJeui4ZciXvjAOIWh5mUMHIjer8Uf96RaMiDPNnxA72gqNd4yLGNI3RtYeeyabSlPqNm3bJqNdZCfbHPWZY/s1600/photo+4+%25286%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWGjUo7Rc7PuBL6NKEM6SYqTRxMc6PGHlIwCObvyMYVGXxKJzCB8OWUYjcDJeui4ZciXvjAOIWh5mUMHIjer8Uf96RaMiDPNnxA72gqNd4yLGNI3RtYeeyabSlPqNm3bJqNdZCfbHPWZY/s320/photo+4+%25286%2529.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div>And what' a farm without a farmer's market! Most stalls are lit by kerosene lamp after dark. Its currently mango season. Yum. </div>Stacie Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18352761507126610992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656320638241561071.post-8141537894856730432011-05-04T14:40:00.003-04:002011-05-04T14:51:46.908-04:00Day 24 - Indian Entrepreneurs<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Today's post is short because the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">eve</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">ni</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">ng was</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"> spe</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">nt at a goi</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">ng away party for my colleague Mark. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">A</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">nd </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">whe</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">n he la</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">nds i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">n the Midwest, I'm sure he's goi</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">ng to miss the how</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">eve</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">n the most </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">mu</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">nda</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">ne tasks </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">are </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">ever bori</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">ng i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">n I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">ndia</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">. I must </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">thi</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">k "Wait, what really!?!" at least three time a </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">day. They really like to keep <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">thi</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">ngs spicy arou</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">nd here. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Take this auto repair garage as a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">n example</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">. Why limit yourself <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">to o</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">ne li</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">ne of busi</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">nes</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">s?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">While a customer waits for the mecha</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">nic to fix his vehicle, he </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">ca</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">n do yoga to help relieve </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">te</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">nsio</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">n, or perhaps shop for </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">houseplants, or if they take too lo</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">ng a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">nd he dies waiti</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">ng (literally) they have a cemetery o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">nsite. I pass this place o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">n my walk to work a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">nd I </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">ofte</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">n wo</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">der if the ow</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">ner realizes the iro</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">ny of ru</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">ni</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">ng a nursery a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">nd a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">cemetery</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"> a part of the same busi</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">ess. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">That's </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">n I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">ndia</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">n e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">ntrepre</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">eur for you!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
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</div>Stacie Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18352761507126610992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656320638241561071.post-19621917893357895352011-05-03T08:52:00.000-04:002011-05-03T08:52:35.139-04:00Day 25 - When You're a Celebrity<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"></div> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBCibUShwG0"><span style="font-size: large;">...its adios reality</span>.</a><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">As a blond I get stared at. A lot. Strangers ask to take my picture, or film me with their mobile phones then pretend they dont understand when I tell them to stop. My roommate Hanne would regularly have auto drivers tell her she's the most beautiful woman they've seen, then ask her if she's married. Much of this attention is natural curiosity when confronted with the novelty of a blond, or fair skin but for several of us in the office, it's turned into something more. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
One of the women in my apartment owns a small boutique called Pixy. Most of my friends have purchased saris from her, and one day we sent her a picture of us wearing her saris. Another day, I tried a dress her nephew designed. The next time I came in, I was surprised to see two 8x10inch glossy photographs above her closet next to her pooja shelf and several images of Ganesh. She's promised to add pictures of other clients in her clothes, but that was 5 months ago...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The next step on our path to fame was a promotional video for GodTV. A filmmaker friend from church asked me to cast my friends as four characters in a short clip for a UK audience. You can see the result below. ::blush:: All of the laughter in the first scene wasn't scripted, it was us busting up over how self conscious and silly we felt as I tried to "witness" to Hanne with my hands and my eyes but without any words. I love Casey's part best, who portrays the reformed alcoholic. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">After that I started getting paid! I did another promotional film for Cisco with my filmmaker friend, then a <a href="http://bound4bangalore.blogspot.com/2011/03/now-stacie-i-want-to-see-your-best.html">print shoot</a> for a designer friend. At 5'9" I'm taller 4 inches taller than the average Indian man (at 5'5"). Maybe that's why I'm considered tall enough for runway here. Perhaps being stared at constantly on the street prepared me for the pressure of parading in front of 300 pairs of eyes. </div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The guys, Henry, Mark and Troy, ended up on national television while cheering on Ireland during the England v. Ireland Cricket match in early March. This was the network's favourite footage, and aired it repeatedly throughout the night.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once, my friend and I were separated in Chor Bazaar in Bombay, but once I gave up trying to look like I knew what I was doing, several shopkeepers asked if I was looking for my friend. I agreed and they reunited us at once! Insisting we sit and have some tea with them, and giving us jewelry boxes as gifts. Haha!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's going to be a rude awakening when I return to the states and everyone on the street doesn't drop what their doing just to watch me walk by. While being different has had it's perks--as I've outlined above--I'm looking forward to returning to New York where I can relax in comfortable anonymity, because someone will always be weirder or prettier than me. </div></div>Stacie Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18352761507126610992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656320638241561071.post-84808007170331329782011-05-02T13:52:00.000-04:002011-05-02T13:52:06.161-04:00Day 26 - Cooking Lesson #1 - Guest Chef Dorothy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Recently I made<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"> the following confession to a friend in the states: "I'm addicted to food porn. I oogle pictures of baked goods and Barefoot Contessa entrees and fantasize about making and eating those things.." And while the serious lack of patisseries has lead me to learn how to make many american staples from scratch (pancakes and pretzels for instance) some things just refuse to manifest here: like whipping egg whites into soft peaks for the frosting to top our coconut Easter cake. All 5 male guests combined couldn't whip the whites Humph.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">But there will come a time--in 26 days--when things will change and proper Indian curries and dosa are hard to come by. So a few friends have offered to share their recipes and homes to give me a lesson or two. Dorothy (pictured with me below) is the first celebrity chef I'm goi</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">ng to feature. She</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"> is famed for three things in our office: 1) her beautiful smile, 2) the fabulous saris he wears almost daily, ) her amazing cooking, which she always shares generously with the hungry expats who lurk around her desk. If you compliment her on any of these things, she credits her mom. :-)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><br />
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1.5 onions diced</span><div><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">2 tomatoes diced</span></div><div><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">A </span><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Little coco</span><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">n</span><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">ut diced</span></div><div><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Ginger garlic paste ( 6 garlic cloves and .5 inch ginger ground)</span></div><div><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">2 T vegetable oil</span></div><div><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">.25 T coriander powder</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">1 t cumin powder</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">.25 t tumeric powder</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">1 t chili powder</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">1-2 cubed potatoes (optional)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">.25 t mango powder (for north Indian flavour)</span></span></div><div><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">150 grams chickpea soak before cooking ( 3/4 cooked)</span></div><div><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Shredded cilantro</span></div><div><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">- Puree tomatos, onions, coconut<br />
- Heat 2T vegetable oil on stove, fry ginger garlic paste to remove raw smell<br />
- Add the purée to the saucepan, cover and boil till oil seperates on top(characteristic of indian cooking)<br />
- Add coriander, tumeric, chili powder, and jeera (cumin same same)<br />
- Add channa water to the pot if too dry<br />
- Add channa, diced potatoes to mix. </span></div><div><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">- Add salt and mango powder to taste. You will have timed this perfectly with the chicken gravy</span></div><div><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">- Top with cilantro when ready to serve<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">For 1 kg chicken:</div><div style="text-align: left;">4T vegetable oil</div><div style="text-align: left;">2.5 onions</div><div style="text-align: left;">4 small tomatos</div><div style="text-align: left;">1T garlic-ginger paste</div><div style="text-align: left;">1 t chili powder</div><div style="text-align: left;">1 t coriander powder</div><div style="text-align: left;">.25 t cumin powder</div><div style="text-align: left;">.25 t tumeric</div><div style="text-align: left;">.25 t mutton masala powder</div><div style="text-align: left;">Salt</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">- Heat oil in pot, brown onions in the oil</div><div style="text-align: left;">- Dice and add tomatoes</div><div style="text-align: left;">- Add garlic ginger paste, let simmer 5 minutes</div><div style="text-align: left;">- Toss in chili powder, coriander powder, cumin and tumeric ("antibiotic elements for flesh dishes" according to Dorothy) and mutton masala powder. Mutton for a chicken dish? Of course!</div><div style="text-align: left;">- Again, when oil forms on top add chicken parts. Let simmer for 10 minutes before adding the potatoes and salt to taste.Remove from heat when chicken is cooked through. </div><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">5-2-2 BONDED LABOURERS FREED.</span> <br />
Not a Typo! </div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Beyond happy news from our sister office! On Thursday the team entered a brick kiln to rescue one man, and the RDO (mid-level government official) was overwhelmed by pleas from (literally) countless labourers begging for their rescue. He called his boss and explained the situation claiming "I can't bring everyone out." But that is exactly what his superior said he <em>must</em> do. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/chennai/522-bonded-labourers-rescued-near-Chennai/articleshow/8112098.cms">The story in the largest English daily in India can be accessed here.</a> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This case is replete with miraculous evidence of the public justice system working for the poor:</div><br />
1. The government set up a medical clinic to screen every labourer as they disembark the rescue trucks.<br />
2. The government arranged for immediate food and housing for over 500 people. This is like planning a Hindu wedding in a matter of hours. <br />
3. The owner is already under arrest.<br />
4. The government has already issued 1,000 rupees to each person and arranged for train passage home to their native place in Orissa.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">These details are truly amazing, as the demonstrate the government exceeding their legal responsibilities with an outpouring of love and concern for the well being of these dear people. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The article provides a glimpse into some of the daily abuses a bonded labourer endures in India. For the last year, details of labourers' abuse have been my vicarious reality, peppered with joyous days when we are able to assist in the rescue a couple families at a time. Yet days like this, are evidence that our hope for structural change are not naive. God graciously showing us how the dreams we dream are small (hoping to rescue one man) in comparison to the mighty deeds he is ready to display. That this watershed moment came after 1,000 supporters assembled to pray against slavery in India two weeks ago, cannot be explained away as coincidental. (Video below.)</div><blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;">"Now to Him who is <strong>able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us,</strong> to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen." Ephesians 3:20-21 ESV</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;">Please pray for the teams as they arrange logistics for this staggering number of labourers, and for the labourers as they begin the difficult journey to freedom. Thank you!</div><div style="text-align: center;">~</div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you really want to dive in, check out the aforementioned plenary session on slavery. (It's AMAZING, but a 2 hour commitment. I hope you can multitask.) </div><br />
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<div class="separator" dir="ltr" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">One of the most difficult things to cope with in India is the gap between the haves and have nots, especially when they live on top of each other. The contrast is startling and even after 11 months, disconcerting. Even the posh-est zip codes will have a slum, which is where the majority of the wealthy's housekeepers and drivers will live. The village pictured in my clip below is 100m from my apartment building. Though we're neighbours, if I walked through instead of taking the auto I'd cause quite the disturbance. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I apologise in advance for the inane commentary, apparently all I ca</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">n muster before my mor</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">ni</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">ng brew is</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"> stati</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">ng the oh-so-obvious. Feel</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"> free to watch o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">n mute</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">.</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Stray dogs, cows blocking traffic, men selling tender coconuts from pushcarts, morning trips to fetch water (which they can't drink until it's been boiled), open sewage, and open space that becomes a dump because waste management is not a thing. This is the side of the new cosmopolitan Bangalore that Thomas Friedman didn't see. Really Tommy. Bangalore isn't flat, let alone the world! (Though the title was derived from a statement by Nandan Nilekani, former CEO of Infosys, one of the largest IT companies in India based in Bangalore.)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Images captured during an afternoon trip along the same path paint a more romantic picture of their daily activities, catching vendors as they sort their produce in the sun. There's an impressionist quality to the first shot. Enjoy! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjmPK0ByFnhQuvJjnkd-PIltmgf0ILuqfLGkMG9ha9pod06BcnmfmVOtd8dvJA_b630X3g_roc0vYuf_KFLkX3x2aeWcKyWk2E9kn9Fp_QV6q3QK-3CSn6F6ZNcg29Tqgt6jLsyUdM8nQ/s1600/photo+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjmPK0ByFnhQuvJjnkd-PIltmgf0ILuqfLGkMG9ha9pod06BcnmfmVOtd8dvJA_b630X3g_roc0vYuf_KFLkX3x2aeWcKyWk2E9kn9Fp_QV6q3QK-3CSn6F6ZNcg29Tqgt6jLsyUdM8nQ/s400/photo+2.jpg" width="332px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">The white chalk drawing in the lower left corner is called rangoli and indicates that this home has been swept clean today. I'll do an entire post on this practice as it's a lovely way many Indian women incorporate beauty and art into their daily routine. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHah65YDmIr_-5mq7Cu9CZtwYOR3zsFNdvO12vBAvpCVoyiRCGFZNpVjzb04lrcL0HfFyMniPALgX3e-xr_LD_nIbLCM75zlclqTElsNBqsBbQIrsyitSvm1Sq-p-dorsUHl1ionNMB28/s1600/photo+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="261px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHah65YDmIr_-5mq7Cu9CZtwYOR3zsFNdvO12vBAvpCVoyiRCGFZNpVjzb04lrcL0HfFyMniPALgX3e-xr_LD_nIbLCM75zlclqTElsNBqsBbQIrsyitSvm1Sq-p-dorsUHl1ionNMB28/s320/photo+3.jpg" width="320px" /></a><br />
Onions.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh02A3Fy4m-fFyHVbltqq-PDiTtHdl0FYfDz9EaiO61GMl_YO0BAaXpuzGNZNJ0AqjoCZ9-21hJjTNVFfZeNO9UNjFVLTBiXYtoVcu9geyYn-A79snTZqFy2Vp2unM2hdVmFUzq97F20wM/s1600/photo+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh02A3Fy4m-fFyHVbltqq-PDiTtHdl0FYfDz9EaiO61GMl_YO0BAaXpuzGNZNJ0AqjoCZ9-21hJjTNVFfZeNO9UNjFVLTBiXYtoVcu9geyYn-A79snTZqFy2Vp2unM2hdVmFUzq97F20wM/s400/photo+4.jpg" width="300px" /></a><br />
For his pushcart!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="251px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf5HT8nejdJemZdCGJk9xSFRmCd10jHlqxfyBnCrBOmiJIzcQbKU7Ee61XvYV6sbeDCG9Z5blsWYLi8uhHNecq3jiaP4NE2unysMySp63qr9fOh_rNIacvaSf-KDoWCQkU7-shMdVoFGM/s320/photo.jpg" width="320px" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Colour!!! But the most amazing thing about this picture is how white the womans hair is. Beautiful! (And I'm not sure what these women are sorting. Looks like coffee? Perhaps thats wishful thinking.)</div></div></div>Stacie Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18352761507126610992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656320638241561071.post-14716050826367001102011-04-27T09:13:00.000-04:002011-04-27T09:13:15.841-04:00Day 29 - Life Lessons for Auto Drivers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Just in case anyone thinks I get to ride around in a white SUV all the time like expat royalty, please know that my primary form of transportation is a glorified golf cart, also known as: the auto-rickshaw.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipF3eerxQnzJl7kmGsv6BrqIRQl8TFG9PhovRwzOcKpkhT1D2y3OWWsY9K2Uo-D9abqpPfyIesKX_rd7vCGh-_PqMib1KieLZ2zx5u5xHNYPluZ7IR3D6bo-PZUWGOPYiqw7LFBoDboC4/s1600/photo+%252821%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipF3eerxQnzJl7kmGsv6BrqIRQl8TFG9PhovRwzOcKpkhT1D2y3OWWsY9K2Uo-D9abqpPfyIesKX_rd7vCGh-_PqMib1KieLZ2zx5u5xHNYPluZ7IR3D6bo-PZUWGOPYiqw7LFBoDboC4/s400/photo+%252821%2529.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">We live at the mercy of auto drivers whims, and boy are they an opinionated group! Legally, they are supposed to charge the metered rate (starting at a 17 rupees for 2 km) however extenuating circumstances like holidays, light rainfall, Sundays, sunsets, and their personal disdain for your destination may all necessitate a fare hike. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBAd1RlDPj33jD-OHXsfJ73pEwDtWQaifxfihBFO21FA5tpfX16x0rfPEgN7XWbUmuUs2Op_2HT9jLSCfeniAcuB_-Cwki4RZSkKVWxKEaWPerzNR-voFQ5R4-v4VqSzIPfzJJwupthcY/s1600/photo+3+%252812%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBAd1RlDPj33jD-OHXsfJ73pEwDtWQaifxfihBFO21FA5tpfX16x0rfPEgN7XWbUmuUs2Op_2HT9jLSCfeniAcuB_-Cwki4RZSkKVWxKEaWPerzNR-voFQ5R4-v4VqSzIPfzJJwupthcY/s400/photo+3+%252812%2529.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">It will be nice when every trip doesn't have to start with a heated argument over the price. My coworker Mark tries to give life lessons to the auto driver by explaining the merits of regular maintenance on one's auto or carrying change. But these lectures must fall on deaf ears because I haven't had an auto make exact change for two weeks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv860P6zrfGPCS4CJBpyoU_NVkGdWo-2VOR4PTJnyXJWDWnn965IxLS56HvhXj6bQiSlIxt1A-IA_XZLEBtmGtgOplDiC6T7vyYar4GhOHkEysmcbFaPIh02qOlOdpgmQr4ySDM4brEA0/s1600/photo+5+%25285%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv860P6zrfGPCS4CJBpyoU_NVkGdWo-2VOR4PTJnyXJWDWnn965IxLS56HvhXj6bQiSlIxt1A-IA_XZLEBtmGtgOplDiC6T7vyYar4GhOHkEysmcbFaPIh02qOlOdpgmQr4ySDM4brEA0/s320/photo+5+%25285%2529.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">But Bangalore auto drivers aren't representative of all auto drivers throughout India. As with most things there's a range of experiences. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b>Bombay</b> autos are known to be quite honourable, will take you anywhere (except Town where these fellows aren't allowed) and are good about giving exact change to the rupee!<i> </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i></i>In <b>Chennai</b> the majority of drivers claim their meter doesn't work and demand a fixed price.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">But <b>Delhi</b> is the worst. There, a auto will agree to a low fare, take you halfway to your destination and stop, and you might hear something like this:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">"There's a violent political protest up ahead. I cannot go down that road."He says as you watch trucks and sedans whiz past to their apparent doom. " The road is blocked" he may continue. "It will take at least two hours to clear, and there are no other routes!" While he says this I'm looking at the traffic on Google maps, and it looks is normal throughout the area. "Perhaps you would like to do some shopping until it is safe?" He gestures to the large Crafts Emporium to our left. <i>Ahhh</i>...Where he will doubtless get a 20-40 percent cut of the sale. We exit his auto and begin walking the rest of the way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIW3gB5ZnlgRG-4fLD5UmAT1OyAy9ZkXMyqLu3MmRDQPK0rzWxUsAsRdccZlEFVsF1PTJDHcIacToD8d-4KYBRtvKgdJZEOWYKxnc6DhkcxO9-pb_QePuIAxN0jf4Yauli-EG0vWdrgDY/s1600/photo+%252822%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIW3gB5ZnlgRG-4fLD5UmAT1OyAy9ZkXMyqLu3MmRDQPK0rzWxUsAsRdccZlEFVsF1PTJDHcIacToD8d-4KYBRtvKgdJZEOWYKxnc6DhkcxO9-pb_QePuIAxN0jf4Yauli-EG0vWdrgDY/s320/photo+%252822%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Many drivers rent their autos, if only to sleep in. Autos seem to be impervious to market forces, and competition actually results in price fixing rather than a better rate for the customer. Being respectful of your passengers' time is not a thing to the auto driver. Right after he picks you up he may pull into a petrol station to fill up, or stop at the electricity supply center to pay his electric bill, as the auto pictured below did. (no joke.) The best story is when I was with my roommate and her mom. The auto went the wrong way down a one way street to get to a petrol station, and was caught by a traffic cop. The cop asked for a 50 rupee bribe, and the auto driver asked us to pay. no way!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfsP1lbW4E6V8RY2JOAhGgjvqdpaDqmEgOzVb5ctoJdUBExRTEcONjywUEer2zV7McWcCuGk7nTq1PrAf2FJd88JvCmk_3ICNsNYUd5y1CF-aY2Q7VyZUviOtxqYQDRe9NEu9B9fvwLVs/s1600/photo+2+%252810%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfsP1lbW4E6V8RY2JOAhGgjvqdpaDqmEgOzVb5ctoJdUBExRTEcONjywUEer2zV7McWcCuGk7nTq1PrAf2FJd88JvCmk_3ICNsNYUd5y1CF-aY2Q7VyZUviOtxqYQDRe9NEu9B9fvwLVs/s320/photo+2+%252810%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Many autos have a Napoleon complex, and try to masquerade as bigger, more important vehicles, fixing the Porsche crest or Audi emblem on the back. And no, Porsche doesn't make autos. The Flatbed Truck Auto below.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBB4QXWln_tf6p7QhV_dtqJcH49bj9lN50sRfzVZ5RUBE7-b088-wSWdXHNyCGgz5Ar1U_s3I6TTDPOlbjNkLXGGaw_SORf9tNtQ_-13wSeYRs_hVvAtDyoblvXzFm5bBC5mi_FFtyGD4/s1600/photo+4+%25284%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBB4QXWln_tf6p7QhV_dtqJcH49bj9lN50sRfzVZ5RUBE7-b088-wSWdXHNyCGgz5Ar1U_s3I6TTDPOlbjNkLXGGaw_SORf9tNtQ_-13wSeYRs_hVvAtDyoblvXzFm5bBC5mi_FFtyGD4/s320/photo+4+%25284%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a>I </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I will leave you with a glimpse the most rare and excellent breed of auto: the Party Auto.Enjoying the Party Auto's many perks does not cost extra, unless, of course, you need a ride on a Sunday. (Blast this <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYyKvp5oT8Q&feature=related">THIS</a> while strobing your kitchen light for full effect.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQsSnl4JJQMfxSsNXBaxYQEp0iylRGUelPaMmzOXsj2FIk3vSI7O8K2TRWtGUKYQftPaEFOsyQPk8TC2Rktqddc1My-T5NAnrzgSI-H59pLiBVhYR2A5IivXZ4BBS42ICm1UA-z9wZ_ro/s1600/photo+%252823%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQsSnl4JJQMfxSsNXBaxYQEp0iylRGUelPaMmzOXsj2FIk3vSI7O8K2TRWtGUKYQftPaEFOsyQPk8TC2Rktqddc1My-T5NAnrzgSI-H59pLiBVhYR2A5IivXZ4BBS42ICm1UA-z9wZ_ro/s320/photo+%252823%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglJ60U5iWSXz8M5SJO5_TiFLERXfI72ng1I6t8Z44VY3MDBmzn03BdzF3R6dC9DuCXL2Hz6uttIdHVAJFcdicRbjvPjDDv3HzyhwF9qC68bvRZauVvWBpCvQrr3sYmkGfmFLRkliKkMU0/s1600/photo+3+%252813%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglJ60U5iWSXz8M5SJO5_TiFLERXfI72ng1I6t8Z44VY3MDBmzn03BdzF3R6dC9DuCXL2Hz6uttIdHVAJFcdicRbjvPjDDv3HzyhwF9qC68bvRZauVvWBpCvQrr3sYmkGfmFLRkliKkMU0/s320/photo+3+%252813%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks for reading!</div></div>Stacie Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18352761507126610992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656320638241561071.post-57061969084477148092011-04-26T08:00:00.002-04:002011-04-26T08:41:12.026-04:00Day 30 in the life - Rules of the Road<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I realise that this blog has only really highlighted, well, the highlights of my experiences in India, and my readers--the 14 of you out there, most of whom share my last name--don't know what my day to day life looks like. To resolve this issue, as well as create a memoir in pictures and words that I can come back to when I leave and suffer from intense nostlgia for this crazy place, I hope to make a short posting each day until I leave exactly one month from today. Things will only get more intense as I close out my time here, and I'll need you to hold me to it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Day 30 - Rules of the Road in India:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7UCX8Mz-E9i5eyZPQDtKWxQnpZdAXBzrLWO8ECmCW0MsNwGA6e8JTJ7Td-QaZDN29u2RuZyfDmYJHnKoETU-rV1wDBBuYO6jrxZLxboAOFLTcIy3nUYgNVhJfcdb_D9nXfW9jIef85f8/s1600/Buffalo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7UCX8Mz-E9i5eyZPQDtKWxQnpZdAXBzrLWO8ECmCW0MsNwGA6e8JTJ7Td-QaZDN29u2RuZyfDmYJHnKoETU-rV1wDBBuYO6jrxZLxboAOFLTcIy3nUYgNVhJfcdb_D9nXfW9jIef85f8/s400/Buffalo.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Common sight: car, motorcycle, and cow/cart sharing the road</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Traveling on Indian Roads is an almost hallucinatory potion of sound, spectacle and experience. It is frequently heart-rending, sometimes hilarious, mostly exhilarating, always unforgettable -- and, when you are on the roads, extremely dangerous. <br />
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Most Indian road users observe a version of the Highway Code based on a Sanskrit text. These 11 rules of the Indian road are published for the first time in English: </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<strong>ARTICLE I:</strong> <br />
The assumption of immortality is required of all road users. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<strong>ARTICLE II:</strong> <br />
Indian traffic, like Indian society, is structured on a strict caste system. The following precedence must be accorded at all times. In descending order, give way to: </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cows, elephants, heavy trucks, buses, official cars, camels, light trucks, buffalo, jeeps, ox-carts, private cars, motorcycles, scooters, auto-rickshaws, pigs, pedal rickshaws, goats, bicycles (goods-carrying), handcarts, bicycles (passenger-carrying), dogs, pedestrians. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<strong>ARTICLE III:</strong> <br />
All wheeled vehicles shall be driven in accordance with the maxim: to slow is to falter, to brake is to fail, to stop is defeat. This is the Indian drivers' mantra. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<strong>ARTICLE IV:</strong> <br />
Use of horn (also known as the sonic fender or aural amulet): <br />
<strong>Cars (IV,1,a-c):</strong> <br />
<u>Short blasts</u> (urgent) indicate supremacy, IE in clearing dogs, rickshaws and pedestrians from path. <br />
<u>Long blasts</u> (desperate) denote supplication, IE to oncoming truck: "I am going too fast to stop, so <br />
unless you slow down we shall both die". In extreme cases this may be accompanied by flashing of headlights (frantic). <br />
<u>Single blast</u> (casual) means: "I have seen someone out of India's 870 million whom I recognise", "There is a bird in the road (which at this speed could go through my windscreen)" or "I have not blown my horn for several minutes." <br />
<strong>Trucks and buses (IV,2,a):</strong> <br />
All horn signals have the same meaning, viz: "I have an all-up weight of approximately 12.5 tons and have no intention of stopping, even if I could." This signal may be emphasised by the use of headlamps. <br />
Article IV remains subject to the provision of Order of Precedence in Article II above. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<strong>ARTICLE V:</strong> <br />
All manoeuvres, use of horn and evasive action shall be left until the last possible moment. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<strong>ARTICLE VI:</strong> <br />
In the absence of seat belts (which there is), car occupants shall wear garlands of marigolds. These should be kept fastened at all times. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<strong>ARTICLE VII: </strong>Rights of way: <br />
Traffic entering a road from the left has priority. So has traffic from the right, and also traffic in the middle. <br />
<strong>Lane discipline (VII,1):</strong> <br />
All Indian traffic at all times and irrespective of direction of travel shall occupy the centre of the road. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<strong>ARTICLE VIII: </strong>Roundabouts: India has no roundabouts. Apparent traffic islands in the middle of crossroads have no traffic management function. Any other impression should be ignored. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<strong>ARTICLE IX: </strong>Overtaking is mandatory. Every moving vehicle is required to overtake every other moving vehicle, irrespective of whether it has just overtaken you. <br />
Overtaking should only be undertaken in suitable conditions, such as in the face of oncoming traffic, on blind bends, at junctions and in the middle of villages/city centres. No more than two inches should be allowed between your vehicle and the one you are passing -- and one inch in the case of bicycles or pedestrians. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<strong>ARTICLE X:</strong> <br />
Nirvana may be obtained through the head-on crash. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<strong>ARTICLE XI:</strong> <br />
Reversing: no longer applicable since no vehicle in India has reverse gear. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">These articles sent to my by Jameson Cunningham. <br />
Origin unknown. Thanks Jamie :-)</div></div>Stacie Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18352761507126610992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656320638241561071.post-81924232872230112942011-03-31T11:05:00.000-04:002011-03-31T11:05:28.525-04:00A haunted house so legit it's scary<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Ok ok. I actually don't think it's haunted, though you can't help but work yourself up a bit when you enter a house that was vacated because of a murder of it's elderly resident, Dolce Vas, ten years ago. Her sister Vera Vas (Ok, love those names!) was advised to move out after the incident. Contentious litigation followed, and the community wonders if she was asked to leave for her own wellbeing, or because someone had an eye on the property. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI7BQIh4sRDy2rDkNaKwvR02N679J-VCA-lmmKYJ5dwx6eQ9OIS3eVmwZcPcHmLn2xpbcvcJy4pxA5QCEPbF3FyOFnCicrkQ0U4rMYA2doTJuq448M2V-3hYJazHdHbQ7ebI8jwC_FPaQ/s1600/photo+2+%25289%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI7BQIh4sRDy2rDkNaKwvR02N679J-VCA-lmmKYJ5dwx6eQ9OIS3eVmwZcPcHmLn2xpbcvcJy4pxA5QCEPbF3FyOFnCicrkQ0U4rMYA2doTJuq448M2V-3hYJazHdHbQ7ebI8jwC_FPaQ/s320/photo+2+%25289%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> The view from the street is intriguing, as this home lies in ruins between trendy cafes and new construction. We often enjoy Sunday brunch after church at any number of spots along St. Marks Road, but today, feeling brave with my roommate's Mom in tow (you always feel safer with a mother around!) Kristen and I decided to investigate the familiar facade.And it shares the same street address as that beacon of modernity: Hard Rock Cafe!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjJs7K9czt7OHdQTusdAb4LRA0VGJcz1yYyQX32WRxxvtRHsHfTzRBzpmpnTjcNPk4OtHjao7-gdCSX-veimsMSMDaN0D7eTPYmCZRQzTfYSwQzTkm_ZcdmEvMwSNbRCeFAKfbBlwwSiE/s1600/photo+3+%252811%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjJs7K9czt7OHdQTusdAb4LRA0VGJcz1yYyQX32WRxxvtRHsHfTzRBzpmpnTjcNPk4OtHjao7-gdCSX-veimsMSMDaN0D7eTPYmCZRQzTfYSwQzTkm_ZcdmEvMwSNbRCeFAKfbBlwwSiE/s320/photo+3+%252811%2529.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Decaying under the carpark: what used to be a Hillman Minx! (Correct me if you know more about vintage cars.) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfYP_sbbp5_brFg3xzMC-YoxZuzh_gwbpLo_vk3L76EWw3b47NXE3K-sNHtXnn4D57FGblt9om8IYTDHpZ4tJd6PnWyxFzfAAt5_VqpB_iRT4VsQhntcZMSqGRExXQr85T5BqpKyGFyaw/s1600/IMG_1462.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfYP_sbbp5_brFg3xzMC-YoxZuzh_gwbpLo_vk3L76EWw3b47NXE3K-sNHtXnn4D57FGblt9om8IYTDHpZ4tJd6PnWyxFzfAAt5_VqpB_iRT4VsQhntcZMSqGRExXQr85T5BqpKyGFyaw/s320/IMG_1462.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Did you hear something?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJshAGdTk7BoYstDwrUb2pb08GyZfdElNZ13HEIBT804tMVkpwDrcC40XR_cLTFMHsGAwpTAia0Roam0PsSC0j_HrMgmYAWRA_n4fhcQfrFRIcL5BepQGXYmC1_OlWvzcJm5xg7niOUJk/s1600/IMG_1463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJshAGdTk7BoYstDwrUb2pb08GyZfdElNZ13HEIBT804tMVkpwDrcC40XR_cLTFMHsGAwpTAia0Roam0PsSC0j_HrMgmYAWRA_n4fhcQfrFRIcL5BepQGXYmC1_OlWvzcJm5xg7niOUJk/s320/IMG_1463.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our first view inside.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoSgtpGNb5ZxcwlHV6K4-_xCXOehwg7HiiGzSUkQoDFmwXgaScquPCeP3dyZu_qhdo5nyBZhEGAaBREbkjSOCoyNZGIB_xlc_0r7eFPvfwPzMuvEzEFj45NFjzI-61q4aHoJLPE2MEpr4/s1600/IMG_1481.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoSgtpGNb5ZxcwlHV6K4-_xCXOehwg7HiiGzSUkQoDFmwXgaScquPCeP3dyZu_qhdo5nyBZhEGAaBREbkjSOCoyNZGIB_xlc_0r7eFPvfwPzMuvEzEFj45NFjzI-61q4aHoJLPE2MEpr4/s320/IMG_1481.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">It is a bit creepy, mostly because I expect to see the owner of umpteen empty liquor bottles stagger out from a cupboard or behind the piano. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYVodP8z9Z4wjz9cttvxB2Ez0C_jO7gTkN820O40YSfQ5JkrzTXUaCYGWZJJqgFi_kgR4-G2b1z9jCUPggsNGC9jevbXuEF4Sf8XhmltV5loUdrOAGPqK3zvORw4brTGNqcDoH5KpvR0/s1600/IMG_1465.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYVodP8z9Z4wjz9cttvxB2Ez0C_jO7gTkN820O40YSfQ5JkrzTXUaCYGWZJJqgFi_kgR4-G2b1z9jCUPggsNGC9jevbXuEF4Sf8XhmltV5loUdrOAGPqK3zvORw4brTGNqcDoH5KpvR0/s320/IMG_1465.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Local teens say they still hear piano music coming from the house at night. (I tried playing it, not a sound!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPL7Ec7KF_Hixj6YqLvFhWluS49BjAnRb-3x1ixv-KyxoDfGbgBeP2h2wYwjOL4cwKOaJ-TocLIf0nXO2jTdPebqtRxL40VB-8eqXAE9AwJZodoHPmDJYqju8vgU6Mxb0OmTDV6E6VowE/s1600/IMG_1466.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPL7Ec7KF_Hixj6YqLvFhWluS49BjAnRb-3x1ixv-KyxoDfGbgBeP2h2wYwjOL4cwKOaJ-TocLIf0nXO2jTdPebqtRxL40VB-8eqXAE9AwJZodoHPmDJYqju8vgU6Mxb0OmTDV6E6VowE/s320/IMG_1466.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> This might be the bed on which Dolce Vas was murdered. <a href="http://articles.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/2002-09-04/bangalore/27320795_1_elderly-woman-murderer-stab">The original press release here</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXavZ1K24XzxeNoHjH0Pb9RFZu0jbjV9d_FZ_ibtOGLIz5rG1TyMDIKS3ac9BS7arSv1jdIuwdsOvbkEEZfKK8eo25NnyP_oK9AuN4ORZFMuqPO2-p-ok7LrthL6z6nx5SkcfjOeuEZB4/s1600/IMG_1468.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXavZ1K24XzxeNoHjH0Pb9RFZu0jbjV9d_FZ_ibtOGLIz5rG1TyMDIKS3ac9BS7arSv1jdIuwdsOvbkEEZfKK8eo25NnyP_oK9AuN4ORZFMuqPO2-p-ok7LrthL6z6nx5SkcfjOeuEZB4/s320/IMG_1468.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Water damage has stripped the walls of everything except this darkened painting of Jesus. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWER_17n07NQ5gkLHamJzLHwGpOlrvH_eFw9ra9bPehcEQiNG3CgsWyM3Ome3u-k640rObij5J42wJ7frR89r1bWFWntzXjcXY_Gy6Yxrhzy1vbYOEqweSp1FJ6XcsWKAiSFDVhHDLHOo/s1600/IMG_1470.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWER_17n07NQ5gkLHamJzLHwGpOlrvH_eFw9ra9bPehcEQiNG3CgsWyM3Ome3u-k640rObij5J42wJ7frR89r1bWFWntzXjcXY_Gy6Yxrhzy1vbYOEqweSp1FJ6XcsWKAiSFDVhHDLHOo/s320/IMG_1470.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Must have had messy houeguests recently.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGsybe5deYRvjb-D3hN2IG_8Rt4RAUx3saTu8kH1No1bEOE3uDjRUX2iCLx005heZt-NnyVY5gGexp1_V-A0mf2XRrcpU02yWBv3Rr_i9z5HyJcjRQo8PUexpeFEg75zheDhKZ20eX2Q/s1600/IMG_1469.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGsybe5deYRvjb-D3hN2IG_8Rt4RAUx3saTu8kH1No1bEOE3uDjRUX2iCLx005heZt-NnyVY5gGexp1_V-A0mf2XRrcpU02yWBv3Rr_i9z5HyJcjRQo8PUexpeFEg75zheDhKZ20eX2Q/s320/IMG_1469.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I don't remember what I was saying in this shot. Must have been fascinating though! </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkg48V-Bu7T0r-9GY8JmND7AewgDJ5pFqtVd7S15gINKkD4dGzlCZadPsiOfh1zV_LQXNjIKSNle2Mn-1lfNUIREOxroL-qRfCe-RpsORNtbJ5gqPkOrsAEu66uI5x87V-dDBeLowgTZA/s1600/IMG_1471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkg48V-Bu7T0r-9GY8JmND7AewgDJ5pFqtVd7S15gINKkD4dGzlCZadPsiOfh1zV_LQXNjIKSNle2Mn-1lfNUIREOxroL-qRfCe-RpsORNtbJ5gqPkOrsAEu66uI5x87V-dDBeLowgTZA/s320/IMG_1471.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This home had three kitchens! Ghost or no ghost I wouldn't want to leave!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-9DxbuJZucxDbFJKsl_n1-8-L4U-n_i2r6ulQcvH2EjSLNdBwvjrzTf_wwnwXK2vkKrrHgMxSGmxAKexvlRWf1HRpH32KBpQGLGaucYa5XTzCNmRzxZOsswpElH7lQ4KW0Js_O4ELYsY/s1600/IMG_1473.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-9DxbuJZucxDbFJKsl_n1-8-L4U-n_i2r6ulQcvH2EjSLNdBwvjrzTf_wwnwXK2vkKrrHgMxSGmxAKexvlRWf1HRpH32KBpQGLGaucYa5XTzCNmRzxZOsswpElH7lQ4KW0Js_O4ELYsY/s320/IMG_1473.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I think the bet part of our tour was how it reminded me of the adventures of my childhood heroine, Ariel the little mermaid. As if I was exploring a deserted shipwreck trying to figure out what Dolce and Vera's world was like.</div></div>Stacie Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18352761507126610992noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656320638241561071.post-89228898987875107542011-03-28T14:16:00.003-04:002011-03-28T21:54:21.417-04:00So we might have crashed a fashion show - Part II<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">A fashion show that's touted in the </span></span><a href="http://www.thehindubusinessline.com/companies/article1571059.ece">business news...</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Perfect. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"> <b>Rajesh Pratap Singh</b> is the Victor & Rolf, or perhaps the Jea</span></span>n Paul Gautier<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"> of India--upscale and edgey. (Pratap has a thi</span>ng for sculls and crossbones).<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"> But his established reputatio</span>n earned him the honour of designing an exclusive line to show off a newly developed extra-soft denim at this show in Bangalore. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYuKWAHn6rKZDLnpe3euJaMvL0BFTaT118UJkX2DZcaH3xh_vXMSjP9ba_MKsyov4XGlyDwIjwxoN-ifJACsFbvMNb0hmFjs0mEzv0VGMJURWHIuJvmDiqGkl0Dm7lNf11EaV0gwLvUY8/s1600/palace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYuKWAHn6rKZDLnpe3euJaMvL0BFTaT118UJkX2DZcaH3xh_vXMSjP9ba_MKsyov4XGlyDwIjwxoN-ifJACsFbvMNb0hmFjs0mEzv0VGMJURWHIuJvmDiqGkl0Dm7lNf11EaV0gwLvUY8/s400/palace.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What follows is a short chronicle of the day leading up to his show at the Bangalore Palace, and my first time walking the ramp. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD7XY-BJVXS_s1BVYizAim6rf3tYNoLmhOQDR0j8Bzg-oHucNAFhwaS58-hGfpbEvHRjRvn4VNygyLMZWq-5SfeZ9jFSIDIIXE16yqwIGV7NdnPZLTbVa5-VsbFlANlRSmeKIsSJDw4TM/s1600/photo+%252817%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD7XY-BJVXS_s1BVYizAim6rf3tYNoLmhOQDR0j8Bzg-oHucNAFhwaS58-hGfpbEvHRjRvn4VNygyLMZWq-5SfeZ9jFSIDIIXE16yqwIGV7NdnPZLTbVa5-VsbFlANlRSmeKIsSJDw4TM/s400/photo+%252817%2529.jpg" width="293" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Setup was already well underway when the models arrived around noon. We practiced walking the ramp and sorted out who would wear what and the sequence. The scene reminded me of cheerleading competitions from high school: lots of pretty girls and ripped boys, blaring music and the perfectly uniform hair and makeup so we'd look like little carbon prints of each other. Well, almost. I was the only blond.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS1dvtUxAW2YRVbJV9iA59gSVlAWCMVzsueGIS7r4iJyquOrPNkLzLhe_L6028bvkk2T0vkh7zlgD5xWFspAHMb6-7ucSfALRQeG0Iy-ATJhD99rHfe86ZMVWTjGgyr05Xkx-xCAoMIIo/s1600/photo+%252815%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS1dvtUxAW2YRVbJV9iA59gSVlAWCMVzsueGIS7r4iJyquOrPNkLzLhe_L6028bvkk2T0vkh7zlgD5xWFspAHMb6-7ucSfALRQeG0Iy-ATJhD99rHfe86ZMVWTjGgyr05Xkx-xCAoMIIo/s400/photo+%252815%2529.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The look for our hair was straight and slicked back...even for me. A few minutes into the straightening process I had to confess to cutting my own hair as the stylist unwound the curls to reveal a choppy, jagged edged cut underneath. It took them an HOUR to finish the job. The model waiting behind me is a professional pole vaulter--and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"><em style="font-style: normal;">N</em></span>atalie Portman's doppleganger. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh8xSoW9jnfCOi0DaAYcBsLIcdiyHQ1RhlNcya1M8zdWLTQlOTHF5QmBTkfxYdIzW2JDBA6aPLGKgCwWGklqqZhi2Cj58NiBF6cA31CoqnAXe0vZmWQbIp99tMxqX4veGjaiZGyZ_YBog/s1600/photo+3+%252810%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh8xSoW9jnfCOi0DaAYcBsLIcdiyHQ1RhlNcya1M8zdWLTQlOTHF5QmBTkfxYdIzW2JDBA6aPLGKgCwWGklqqZhi2Cj58NiBF6cA31CoqnAXe0vZmWQbIp99tMxqX4veGjaiZGyZ_YBog/s400/photo+3+%252810%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Then came makeup. A view backstage. Most of the day is spent waiting around, which afforded opportunities to talk with the other girls. One was a former investment banker with Reuters. Another studied dance at the Boston Conservatory, and invited me to her solo performance of "The Lady of Burma" about the Burmese democrat, Aung San Suu Kyi, the following night. (I went. She was amazing.) Style, and substance!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Presto, change-o...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwI7C2-N7f5lJXDxSRrkHrug25I0KTFR29Kgw6koebH0cUbgjUNwJby0vxgVjCcw7kZSRn7aJkC6RfJJ4zzhcEzn_dLYN7bJ_GJKoDgdC_3CqgRlikgbI-UXL7mlV5GXomH7iR9cY6u7k/s1600/photo+%252816%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwI7C2-N7f5lJXDxSRrkHrug25I0KTFR29Kgw6koebH0cUbgjUNwJby0vxgVjCcw7kZSRn7aJkC6RfJJ4zzhcEzn_dLYN7bJ_GJKoDgdC_3CqgRlikgbI-UXL7mlV5GXomH7iR9cY6u7k/s400/photo+%252816%2529.jpg" width="293" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ack! Who's that?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzxMSGTS0n49L-7NIi8Ek9OwtnBX3FFwahmcrS-Wb6F4KcQL0Uq1_n6Cu5Yn3PmCaUHiwbY5m6vCCkkJ2j9JUucymJjYSZnXvUsljS4rurmU5TZpY7fP8hxt2NknAf4eq9CXHNibHqPUM/s1600/walk+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzxMSGTS0n49L-7NIi8Ek9OwtnBX3FFwahmcrS-Wb6F4KcQL0Uq1_n6Cu5Yn3PmCaUHiwbY5m6vCCkkJ2j9JUucymJjYSZnXvUsljS4rurmU5TZpY7fP8hxt2NknAf4eq9CXHNibHqPUM/s400/walk+2.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Friends came out to crash...errr support. My alter ego, Tour Guide Barbie, showed them around. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiSRlNy93FdYNYXzbjsYkFHiIa1PdCmPfeaSBSwiSkA6fcdEK3OlRkUlPDWNYluwOlQ6V9SxMv9kKXxZn03WdHKTNY-tAWZbgipbUQacB2nuZOT_geEbz2Z91nlzE3SLA-kO5sQwMrJ2k/s1600/walk4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiSRlNy93FdYNYXzbjsYkFHiIa1PdCmPfeaSBSwiSkA6fcdEK3OlRkUlPDWNYluwOlQ6V9SxMv9kKXxZn03WdHKTNY-tAWZbgipbUQacB2nuZOT_geEbz2Z91nlzE3SLA-kO5sQwMrJ2k/s400/walk4.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">When I first moved to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"><em style="font-style: normal;">N</em></span>ew York without a job in 2008, my roommate and I were on the poor girl's CPD diet (Calories Per Dollar). Three years later--freelance model or not--I'm still a scrappy <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"><em style="font-style: normal;">N</em></span>GO worker in a developing country who can't say no to a free meal! My outfit had tons of ruffles down the front...perfect for concealing a food baby...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYJgglak2oAfqwH-27EJSyXt7I7N24ogs4dcaZC-k2mJKlWfjI-Q7yfdI2kM4ez6smUvK_el9PFJ7fRTlD2_2umsOnOQLLiBnRrlylCp3sU8aVC9zKutkdnwY-kuLWkTEiwWXR1QWJgsY/s1600/photo+2+%25288%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYJgglak2oAfqwH-27EJSyXt7I7N24ogs4dcaZC-k2mJKlWfjI-Q7yfdI2kM4ez6smUvK_el9PFJ7fRTlD2_2umsOnOQLLiBnRrlylCp3sU8aVC9zKutkdnwY-kuLWkTEiwWXR1QWJgsY/s400/photo+2+%25288%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Time to change for the show. Brogues! Love them in concept, but they don't do a girl's legs any favours.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJKnnWzAuHFRN6BxvP0-mCUp43dBnxs9GR2YW7jkefPKQ6_9BVZnMIbHazd6SHYFynbGmafGAyrjkfyVLgd-85V7VifgDAlWkaXXFDVjufqlxsfzO0CNntNFPPC_cd-gcyKMMhIFCWMuU/s1600/DSC_0082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJKnnWzAuHFRN6BxvP0-mCUp43dBnxs9GR2YW7jkefPKQ6_9BVZnMIbHazd6SHYFynbGmafGAyrjkfyVLgd-85V7VifgDAlWkaXXFDVjufqlxsfzO0CNntNFPPC_cd-gcyKMMhIFCWMuU/s400/DSC_0082.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The runway was exceptionally long and covered in leaves. Oh good, more opportunities to trip. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdHVO0Fai_Yo-DFiQ9ed3sq-W81SmzSb-QAevb3tjrdCyTIr9-Xy30WvlVCqLtRIztf3wQGIU-LaUbXTt85BaruxftOxkwbvXwszM3Veizy2X5PlJW04mzjrvabkLwQ4kvduncYLDUVuo/s1600/DSC_0083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdHVO0Fai_Yo-DFiQ9ed3sq-W81SmzSb-QAevb3tjrdCyTIr9-Xy30WvlVCqLtRIztf3wQGIU-LaUbXTt85BaruxftOxkwbvXwszM3Veizy2X5PlJW04mzjrvabkLwQ4kvduncYLDUVuo/s400/DSC_0083.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Seriously, it's harder than you'd think! The lighting makes it nigh impossible to see. Imagine staring into the sun as you strut in front of 200+ people. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqTh9xbOKGAKUBXxKV3tSMe7daXyrEBWvZexzUdbMeQaOX7QuMR_IWtNdDtyao4hyphenhyphenvejyHh3QM5InGBAXIHlVRIcdrPyT13qD3vPhiecaA-Vm0PaZ9uiGtw3juZ_WAsvhfUrYR9X0y_do/s1600/walk1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqTh9xbOKGAKUBXxKV3tSMe7daXyrEBWvZexzUdbMeQaOX7QuMR_IWtNdDtyao4hyphenhyphenvejyHh3QM5InGBAXIHlVRIcdrPyT13qD3vPhiecaA-Vm0PaZ9uiGtw3juZ_WAsvhfUrYR9X0y_do/s320/walk1.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Home stretch!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgtQ_yK4EGndwxpUGMbbEqR0nnOfwNHIkWomcB4SHuoiEbcsH1-R9kAKzYUONFdahNGmnxiVAUqWfMOvqz1sWXx9o7p-4VTM46eySwi_3LBoTdANFcqJULV4cR3SpbaKK5rbzWbZp6guI/s1600/DSC_0085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgtQ_yK4EGndwxpUGMbbEqR0nnOfwNHIkWomcB4SHuoiEbcsH1-R9kAKzYUONFdahNGmnxiVAUqWfMOvqz1sWXx9o7p-4VTM46eySwi_3LBoTdANFcqJULV4cR3SpbaKK5rbzWbZp6guI/s400/DSC_0085.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">See? What'd I say about the brogues?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpmKkc-cADYtoclLeUGNflSSXn4y5wdpKMIxhOw2aEkPr2i_Vuc-gBhLAnPkuaDUH5lErmxyz12NC3c-wyeEbZHVwhQLUnTcnVaMRNcBaTgjGhqXCzF832A1ndgf3xfh4328TBNXfqULQ/s1600/DSC_0086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpmKkc-cADYtoclLeUGNflSSXn4y5wdpKMIxhOw2aEkPr2i_Vuc-gBhLAnPkuaDUH5lErmxyz12NC3c-wyeEbZHVwhQLUnTcnVaMRNcBaTgjGhqXCzF832A1ndgf3xfh4328TBNXfqULQ/s400/DSC_0086.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This girl was legit.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2zZrco3jGRxjc2-sNT64ect6mo-7Rzdr6abUQYNUC2iOIztJjYG6hzUnmG-9MCbII0bqES_nN_bBG4aWFHHp5HWyE7gpdNZYR-owA1Bw5RYBJDWCKdSusDnv0x5TRGIDO53nV2TKT9IE/s1600/DSC_0091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2zZrco3jGRxjc2-sNT64ect6mo-7Rzdr6abUQYNUC2iOIztJjYG6hzUnmG-9MCbII0bqES_nN_bBG4aWFHHp5HWyE7gpdNZYR-owA1Bw5RYBJDWCKdSusDnv0x5TRGIDO53nV2TKT9IE/s400/DSC_0091.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Pashmeena on the left gave me a lesson on walking. She should have taught me how to look pissed too. That expression didn't come naturally. Must. Practice. :-)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_MhqpZQhVe_HHb7kKjlNcW85rH2iewTtOlvcGmXDiWBjC0o8Wb6MK7S82tYJrgfoRJmrpk70He-A4mQoHbUgiHEbol5KN28DVPBOk8tSZYq0RtygMS4tGYtxTVFL-8rOUkoFLFYd_rQ8/s1600/waldo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_MhqpZQhVe_HHb7kKjlNcW85rH2iewTtOlvcGmXDiWBjC0o8Wb6MK7S82tYJrgfoRJmrpk70He-A4mQoHbUgiHEbol5KN28DVPBOk8tSZYq0RtygMS4tGYtxTVFL-8rOUkoFLFYd_rQ8/s400/waldo.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Remember this picture? Even though I was the only non-Indian on the ramp, I think (I hope!) I was able to blend in more. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3IOHB_h19QJ_RbKeciQ0OOLCgYSUh6jWyOy00_bS0VK4ucT0R5wVZKgxdQs_gmUN0gDkcDin7v8iJP0vvouWSUw_oyeojpQLS3Ty2xNRnVgHCvSClKe4f3hqaALx2GfG51NosKxgGQuk/s1600/DSC_0095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3IOHB_h19QJ_RbKeciQ0OOLCgYSUh6jWyOy00_bS0VK4ucT0R5wVZKgxdQs_gmUN0gDkcDin7v8iJP0vvouWSUw_oyeojpQLS3Ty2xNRnVgHCvSClKe4f3hqaALx2GfG51NosKxgGQuk/s400/DSC_0095.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After the show they served dinner (It was 10PM, no problem!) And we snuck back to the runway to take some pictures and play in the leaves. </div><span id="goog_1616745096"></span><span id="goog_1616745097"></span></div>Stacie Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18352761507126610992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656320638241561071.post-12263823306447889462011-03-23T13:19:00.008-04:002011-03-24T02:42:16.412-04:00Pin the Tail on the Sacred Cow - A Tale of Cultural Fusion<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Before coming to India, I was told everyone experiences a certain amount of culture shock, so I should be prepared. Apparently, there are 6 stages to the process: 1. Honeymoon, 2. Disillusionment, 3. Crisis, 4. Adjustment, 5. Accomodation, and 6. 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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Accommodation (Stage 5) is characterized by "accepting yourself and your own culture as you can equally accept your hosts and their culture." The following chronicles our prep and partying, in celebration of my roommate's birthday which was officially March 5th. Please use the vignette below to analyse which stage of cultural adjustment the residents of 106 seem to be at (and pardon the dangling participle).</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijZZd94NAqAnKoIRGgrGUnaNkDJpL5v8uQufzPURD1ESzPKmoowWbI0mwhxJ-TLY0DHkmd7_dc5lWKwjjYzjHBjJvci3Krw5supbLeiUMbdE_5l67NyhQ5urMr3r_Z-WTlKINIuKZHHIE/s1600/IMG_1404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijZZd94NAqAnKoIRGgrGUnaNkDJpL5v8uQufzPURD1ESzPKmoowWbI0mwhxJ-TLY0DHkmd7_dc5lWKwjjYzjHBjJvci3Krw5supbLeiUMbdE_5l67NyhQ5urMr3r_Z-WTlKINIuKZHHIE/s320/IMG_1404.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">Dear Friends of Kristen,</span></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">If there’s one thing I’ve learned while in India, it’s that anything worth celebrating…is worth celebrating for a minimum of 7 days. (Indians…also…love…ellipsis…and exclamation points!!! :-) So, in true Indian fashion, I hereby declare this auspicious occasion…</span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">“Kristin’s BirthWeek BreakFeastival!!!”</span></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">which will culminate in a <u>party at 7PM on Friday, 11 March</u>. </span><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">It is a little known fact at IJM Bangalore that Americans do breakfast better than Indians (::gasp::) and Kristen, being the bleeding-heart-social-justice-benefactor-philanthropist that she is, selflessly wanted to dedicate her birthday to raising awareness about this issue. To this end, we will be serving a proper American breakfast--for dinner. Complete with scrambled eggs, chocolate chip pancakes, fruit salad and the choicest meats (when I say that, it that always means bacon!) We also may play some classic—albeit inane—American birthday games.</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">Please <u>do let us know if you’re able to come</u> experience the best of both worlds this Friday night. You just might go home convinced it’s best to start your day…the American way ;-)</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">Peace, love and maple syrup,</span></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">106</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Impact, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOXWIGq27rnQdcINFj3iKh14ZeN06vgwmdXkqMcaJwfHczBRTd3ze0D9dbWnnmJW5YCUA0PKWdW7G4NuiSrWyJSBr2_bKWxNLbEMzJZuBTHKrMLCp5dCe9MXuvNA8QA1f_n7CPOVYGfF4/s1600/IMG_1382.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOXWIGq27rnQdcINFj3iKh14ZeN06vgwmdXkqMcaJwfHczBRTd3ze0D9dbWnnmJW5YCUA0PKWdW7G4NuiSrWyJSBr2_bKWxNLbEMzJZuBTHKrMLCp5dCe9MXuvNA8QA1f_n7CPOVYGfF4/s320/IMG_1382.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Kriste<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">n at the helm in her party dress by Calcutta desinger Ritu Kumar! There are 36 eggs betwee</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> those two pa</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ns!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHNbORzAy3QL0X1mGxaIjHJ34z5jd4YvR525DS995oC4Unm-_Cp8hOA1rN1XQwhoHX7mYYHqF9zw-jWYSdYdb7bEJ9aUoI2vpoBWcMssRxzZev1zncknNfGURdPYyYw95iOTGEpbgYDMA/s1600/IMG_1385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHNbORzAy3QL0X1mGxaIjHJ34z5jd4YvR525DS995oC4Unm-_Cp8hOA1rN1XQwhoHX7mYYHqF9zw-jWYSdYdb7bEJ9aUoI2vpoBWcMssRxzZev1zncknNfGURdPYyYw95iOTGEpbgYDMA/s320/IMG_1385.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"> Gia<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">nt white walls call for my sig</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">nature clothesli</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ne decorati</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ng trick! </span></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiglMfHhVEglmFBQ_3PG7uDrPps3GDgFxgd5Ipm9vDoXqf_KCKS-niOYOJE1gE4PCKqtCdf-KH3ZgwA4_L6GE9SDmlpXpD7TUAA7Q1E5BMz453AUIrD-yGdR46ltdO3UpZlee048L62Vz0/s1600/IMG_1396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiglMfHhVEglmFBQ_3PG7uDrPps3GDgFxgd5Ipm9vDoXqf_KCKS-niOYOJE1gE4PCKqtCdf-KH3ZgwA4_L6GE9SDmlpXpD7TUAA7Q1E5BMz453AUIrD-yGdR46ltdO3UpZlee048L62Vz0/s400/IMG_1396.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">American breakfast--for dinner! An absurd amount of food.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMGc92I_kjAqPrFhTn5BiQFz3s8EljcRZ7s5ANCcpdYrcS_omhlQaOH5n33WPjJ_1CjXVLnEwLc8O57aWgjLmC1r4nepXPL4zAoFXONO2PPcgAdrNTDLuWJnmzVvAV8fdRrAt8A3PuVuI/s1600/IMG_1424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMGc92I_kjAqPrFhTn5BiQFz3s8EljcRZ7s5ANCcpdYrcS_omhlQaOH5n33WPjJ_1CjXVLnEwLc8O57aWgjLmC1r4nepXPL4zAoFXONO2PPcgAdrNTDLuWJnmzVvAV8fdRrAt8A3PuVuI/s320/IMG_1424.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Times;">We promised <span class="Apple-style-span"> i</span><span class="Apple-style-span">na</span><span class="Apple-style-span">ne America</span><span class="Apple-style-span">n birthday games in the invitation, so I stayed up the </span><span class="Apple-style-span">night prior creati</span><span class="Apple-style-span">ng a culturally releva</span><span class="Apple-style-span">nt versio</span><span class="Apple-style-span">n of "Pi</span><span class="Apple-style-span">n the tail o</span><span class="Apple-style-span">n the do</span><span class="Apple-style-span">nkey"o</span></span>r rather,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> "Pi</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">n the tail o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">n the sacred cow". (So close!)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjJQzKCYqvXa3Tu-wybaU9Zh65ISWqKrKkaTaB6lxJ1hximbFVM4uXouVPDUAp5kfiaF4qsFp-uSIzJxtS-HbfyeJW6Ri5HXwTTUFn2tJqqIyoQjJLBisLtBZ0tv58JkzeMZk3L3xuOvc/s1600/IMG_1429.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjJQzKCYqvXa3Tu-wybaU9Zh65ISWqKrKkaTaB6lxJ1hximbFVM4uXouVPDUAp5kfiaF4qsFp-uSIzJxtS-HbfyeJW6Ri5HXwTTUFn2tJqqIyoQjJLBisLtBZ0tv58JkzeMZk3L3xuOvc/s400/IMG_1429.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You do<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">n't get </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">no respect here without a moush, so Troy decided he'd ble</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">d i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">n </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">better by co</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">nceali</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ng his upperlip be</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">neath that critter. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdfHAz72HHL3PXz998PvcsmtUDpMKomMPooKxtnjbYKMLxZCIjTu7N-nVTCerG4B44d68ozG_MasQpxzz294zAiDe_kYvlm0O8XAzqUhC2Yx-rhw4OXCWeWgoJLwGZSqm44xANouMfd3Y/s1600/IMG_1430.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdfHAz72HHL3PXz998PvcsmtUDpMKomMPooKxtnjbYKMLxZCIjTu7N-nVTCerG4B44d68ozG_MasQpxzz294zAiDe_kYvlm0O8XAzqUhC2Yx-rhw4OXCWeWgoJLwGZSqm44xANouMfd3Y/s400/IMG_1430.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">Not quite Troy.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLijaf_53QDo9mOqg9wYsSf6uUBDuEEgmLyaPLpspCbGdfHxx4WibRHBBiRMagl4hFzk0JN2ki6OEf72q-mnGxLkT39-ldSFUGQOwc0CN0jr9ccZhMGv42hAwJ9A5BlS9bRVkIcupnqHo/s1600/photo+%252812%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLijaf_53QDo9mOqg9wYsSf6uUBDuEEgmLyaPLpspCbGdfHxx4WibRHBBiRMagl4hFzk0JN2ki6OEf72q-mnGxLkT39-ldSFUGQOwc0CN0jr9ccZhMGv42hAwJ9A5BlS9bRVkIcupnqHo/s320/photo+%252812%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The result? It looked like my sacred cow was being attacked by sperm! We had this up as-is for about a day, then I had to take it down because I couldn't get <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0kJHQpvgB8">this song</a> out of my head. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrbDiL8o4j8obY1ZD5oDZtkZoc2maayqMQZVo9O9VA2fA2jpqwPsdKbd9-0-2myirfXpp58LtzfajWNZSYu1eghG5d1EXAxk0W0wrJKQepwjSmM8vNEU_JACrXZP1oxRJVyBrnJO-iso8/s1600/photo+%252811%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrbDiL8o4j8obY1ZD5oDZtkZoc2maayqMQZVo9O9VA2fA2jpqwPsdKbd9-0-2myirfXpp58LtzfajWNZSYu1eghG5d1EXAxk0W0wrJKQepwjSmM8vNEU_JACrXZP1oxRJVyBrnJO-iso8/s320/photo+%252811%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It may seem like all we do is throw parties and chase wild elephants and hang out with fashion designers, but sometimes you find your self sitting staring at your dinning room wall for 45 minutes figuring out all the things you can spell with the letters in "Happy Birth Week" (perhaps while authoring a blogpost). My favourite above. </div></span></div>Stacie Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18352761507126610992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656320638241561071.post-80055055293460457552011-03-22T07:23:00.006-04:002011-03-22T12:38:27.557-04:00Keep it clean please. There are children around!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div align="center"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Today is World Water Day!</span></strong> </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A few facts courtesy of </span><a href="http://theadventureproject.org/"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The Adventure Project</span></a><span style="font-family: inherit;"> :</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"></div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>1 in 8 people don't have access to clean water</li>
<li>4,000 children die every day from lack of clean drinking water</li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tragically, 1/3 of all wells drilled in the last 20 years are now broken</span></li>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our well is no exception.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhtkF9iZOznrwOY-Nrt3g-BYCD84GemtpdCt0gAlFCSSkfHuh5sTScTQ1PnuIP_ZxAOIkCyXa4_ax0I0V0zUWS4wVVUf39XlDKaoX9U4HNa6Kt5ZadD2RTrAEYb_K6V4AlkDufaKACbaw/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhtkF9iZOznrwOY-Nrt3g-BYCD84GemtpdCt0gAlFCSSkfHuh5sTScTQ1PnuIP_ZxAOIkCyXa4_ax0I0V0zUWS4wVVUf39XlDKaoX9U4HNa6Kt5ZadD2RTrAEYb_K6V4AlkDufaKACbaw/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We aren't a development organization, we're a human rights agency, but this tank was built to provide clean, safe water to a village that is home to over 80 of our clients. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The project was funded by a grant from Intel in cooperation with </span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">The Remnant Enviro Engineers</span> </span><span style="color: white;">(</span></span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">TREE), a local NGO.</span> The tank was only filled once, by running an electric pump which drew water from the well we built 300 meters down the hill. Since that day it has remained completely dry because there is not enough electricity to power the pump.</span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirHNv11PM_lqmQvyaiP4M5zRmqDrvr7vHjsiMjgiduBP-HE2ourE-R9RBg-X5p_dWB1PsR4NMHAqf2xUxgQgGIvewRZD75LIJ_ccunQOg1DP3Hdq0OvK2W02KcD4Jt2c4LHunXNkVRSIg/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirHNv11PM_lqmQvyaiP4M5zRmqDrvr7vHjsiMjgiduBP-HE2ourE-R9RBg-X5p_dWB1PsR4NMHAqf2xUxgQgGIvewRZD75LIJ_ccunQOg1DP3Hdq0OvK2W02KcD4Jt2c4LHunXNkVRSIg/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">So villager women have to walk 1.5 km every day to fetch water, even though they technically have a well, a pump and a tank. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Yo6Hvv85YYq9yI2Go9ac5cnL8QDibPv23ZlMYC5PtYA0W_fAFxgT1WNiWle7TrvtXHj-F3WRTuw7ZCxLnyrIdjEfqVyP0qyUPtKVTTHFv3gzQ1Bi4j-Hj2fJ9hkwgQZJkpJa_Iz3EVQ/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Yo6Hvv85YYq9yI2Go9ac5cnL8QDibPv23ZlMYC5PtYA0W_fAFxgT1WNiWle7TrvtXHj-F3WRTuw7ZCxLnyrIdjEfqVyP0qyUPtKVTTHFv3gzQ1Bi4j-Hj2fJ9hkwgQZJkpJa_Iz3EVQ/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We <span style="font-family: inherit;">go off in search</span> of the well. Neenu leading the way. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGJx1yN0tDyR82EMnlAS2YPETc2YfDW4NZDF-Pm3gUFyZQzW5Xk12AFK-vkFhnIzLqHWHgn7d2US31hZwKKNoQequsUSILU9MlqRV-EnsnDPZyq6kQy19azbFbpMdOmiy_7jA6FruLvRM/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGJx1yN0tDyR82EMnlAS2YPETc2YfDW4NZDF-Pm3gUFyZQzW5Xk12AFK-vkFhnIzLqHWHgn7d2US31hZwKKNoQequsUSILU9MlqRV-EnsnDPZyq6kQy19azbFbpMdOmiy_7jA6FruLvRM/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We happened upon this stream about 200 meters from the village, but the water is contaminated and villagers have to walk upstream much futher before the water is safe. (And still only safe after they boil it.) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWjdwGFgcHQZ4XSGsDGfN70QBM7WJmt3X5e9eB_2MZaq7sU4PFHKuM0_J7SLbQEavEI5jBafSzS3LNfnP9MIpuDYZCBMgd6skSM_Ck4rtG4N9WWiD1M3t5TJOhn2ErofMhZj6it_oHBww/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWjdwGFgcHQZ4XSGsDGfN70QBM7WJmt3X5e9eB_2MZaq7sU4PFHKuM0_J7SLbQEavEI5jBafSzS3LNfnP9MIpuDYZCBMgd6skSM_Ck4rtG4N9WWiD1M3t5TJOhn2ErofMhZj6it_oHBww/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The well! Just kidding. This hole houses something other than water, and I don't want to meet it's inhabitant.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhU7Qnngw-pZMFDjsex3TGnvvrB46abcE1nVuBAoe3n5Is_VjtMUZMuEqaaPjfakhWVPz4kbljfUMzsNm3-vLj1kd5vYnmplw3_1CktqAmmz3U5DDvRpZ3KFNB4rJjmUmYMOPO5VmYhcw/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhU7Qnngw-pZMFDjsex3TGnvvrB46abcE1nVuBAoe3n5Is_VjtMUZMuEqaaPjfakhWVPz4kbljfUMzsNm3-vLj1kd5vYnmplw3_1CktqAmmz3U5DDvRpZ3KFNB4rJjmUmYMOPO5VmYhcw/s400/DSC_0037.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is the well. No, really, it's there...and completely overgrown. ::blush::</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIq6Gy7eeMmCteqyPIhi8z1yPAT5xewSUxBkrmqKhVzFlgiN8RpX6-iRCpmVR5-Ul_RXgd-ix2ZpFP_mnuuBi-XLhwm8CkSFunZQUCxJAAqJgkQtAWzYQM9EZEFILMjVKIVLDaHJ6ATJ0/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIq6Gy7eeMmCteqyPIhi8z1yPAT5xewSUxBkrmqKhVzFlgiN8RpX6-iRCpmVR5-Ul_RXgd-ix2ZpFP_mnuuBi-XLhwm8CkSFunZQUCxJAAqJgkQtAWzYQM9EZEFILMjVKIVLDaHJ6ATJ0/s400/DSC_0046.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The aforementioned DFO (See: "One Aftercare Safari") sent two of his officers with us to decide how their department can help. Here one officer discusses the exposed piping and seemed very motivated, saying: "If she came all the way from the US to help these people, we can certainly do this small thing for them." Wow!</span> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU3WCcl1AY3VATLle4lSxaxPAn7YipXv5AlvmQCkDxYNdJ4H6D9iNZWDQaIbA1uChgeRpLfXnmPkJjUZ8qPFGhwBYQMCScV63x57nCx8FEzprGSA4Y5cdQFSdOI3AmTgh3yxUt6SRgGlo/s1600/DSC_0060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU3WCcl1AY3VATLle4lSxaxPAn7YipXv5AlvmQCkDxYNdJ4H6D9iNZWDQaIbA1uChgeRpLfXnmPkJjUZ8qPFGhwBYQMCScV63x57nCx8FEzprGSA4Y5cdQFSdOI3AmTgh3yxUt6SRgGlo/s400/DSC_0060.JPG" width="267" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">An enterprising villager had cut and sold a vital electrical wire, rendering the electical box above a mere sculpture. So what can be done? After the site visit, we made a stop at the electricity office. We had filed a petition seven months back and hadn't heard an update since. Now, with the support of the DFO, they promised to supply sufficient power for the project within 30 days. That was yesterday. Today they called saying they would raise the voltage by next week! (Double wow!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHnbD5Fi0zDlEkVLrNfZ_JQ_dsrDVmspPvNAC7aa_xa99us1Ioopk5Zs0gouI3QDtRuhDWaT5a0BB0X3eDm1o5MvxEPUr_I4lY-rwvdby_DW6kUK3i8fzH_ZR5Chyphenhyphen1-qBd7E-cQJSmDgU/s1600/DSC_0053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHnbD5Fi0zDlEkVLrNfZ_JQ_dsrDVmspPvNAC7aa_xa99us1Ioopk5Zs0gouI3QDtRuhDWaT5a0BB0X3eDm1o5MvxEPUr_I4lY-rwvdby_DW6kUK3i8fzH_ZR5Chyphenhyphen1-qBd7E-cQJSmDgU/s400/DSC_0053.JPG" width="267" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The villagers are skilled rock breakers (some of their handiwork above), and we will be able to employ them to deepen and widen the well so it can supply enough water to irrigate their land for farming. We also plan to train villagers to maintain the equipment and the value of guarding against theft. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Our little well is on it's way to a second life, but may wells around India lie broken, without skilled mechanics to repair them. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Their goal is to raise $10,000 in one day: World Water Day. Please consider donating $20 to The Adventure Project to help restore clean and safe sources of water for the people of India. You can do so <a href="http://www.theadventureproject.causevox.com/">HERE</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="257" src="http://theadventureproject.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/TAPpumpmechanics.jpg" width="400" /> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Coming next: The latest trend in local fashion: accessorizing your sari with a hard hat. So hot. </div></div>Stacie Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18352761507126610992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656320638241561071.post-20963265263444554582011-03-20T23:23:00.002-04:002011-03-21T14:23:54.664-04:00"Now Stacie, I want to see your best corpse impression..."<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">India has been one unique experience after another. One of my favourites so far? Modeling my friend Julie's Indo-western summer line. Given this project's all white colour story, it's not surprising she needed to find... someone like me! Though I've lived in constant 75 degree weather for the past 9 months I still look like I spent a winter in London. Shockingly, I wasn't fair enough and Julie kept covering me in chalk powder. Sometimes, it's OK if you pale in comparison.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpn-wjuPRtVB4xxZllsuc4mYJeGTrLIV0dCVP6VAHOt0LRDGEjlwWdmi44c_By_kZnkMKZdhyphenhyphenLTykE5ag1WzU2mIiB_qICbNkaFQfqxu6iMH9w8-3nI47KnOcESyEhy-ti4861I9iPCro/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpn-wjuPRtVB4xxZllsuc4mYJeGTrLIV0dCVP6VAHOt0LRDGEjlwWdmi44c_By_kZnkMKZdhyphenhyphenLTykE5ag1WzU2mIiB_qICbNkaFQfqxu6iMH9w8-3nI47KnOcESyEhy-ti4861I9iPCro/s400/2.jpg" width="313" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">On a separate note: India has so much to contribute to the design world. New York friends, don't you think Anthropologie would just love to get a hold of her stuff?</div></div>Stacie Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18352761507126610992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656320638241561071.post-14629563958978789442011-03-19T10:29:00.003-04:002011-03-21T14:27:05.583-04:00"Where's Waldo?" That tool...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">While on a trip to open bank accounts for 6 of our clients, we were in the bank for over two hours because around 1:30PM the entire bank staff had to take their lunch. (A sacred ritual) During that time a women's microfiance self help group gathered in the bank for their monthly meeting. I think my presence proved a bit of a distraction, because when I looked up at the group, all 15 members eyes looked back at me, including the slightly exasperated eyes of the nun attempting to guide the meeting. Three women promptly sprung to their feet and dragged me to the group to take a picture with them, clearing a spot at the center for me. We took one picture, then they insisted I put on the sunglasses I was holding for another photo which makes me look like a total tool* so I wont be sharing that one. This first below.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe9UzVc8ytKC56fXLnGZQorfXkX99A2rUEzjSFO3uFW5l-JKTyxhAWCcljN8OjDc-1D_LFBQQBgyNxBMgemxT9iG_2qCKM-Q88eS-kZACq81vw3DqJMHJPzBF3whb-YXmjzejbKMj-xzE/s1600/DSC_0339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe9UzVc8ytKC56fXLnGZQorfXkX99A2rUEzjSFO3uFW5l-JKTyxhAWCcljN8OjDc-1D_LFBQQBgyNxBMgemxT9iG_2qCKM-Q88eS-kZACq81vw3DqJMHJPzBF3whb-YXmjzejbKMj-xzE/s400/DSC_0339.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Despite Bangalore's reputation as the "Silicon Valley of India" I encounter surprisingly few foreigners around town (outside of certain expat watering holes). I find it hard to blame these women from rural villages for staring, because whenever I come across a foreigner, I'm so shocked I stare too!<br />
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*Definition of "tool" according to the Urban dictionary: "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A person, typically male, who says or does things that cause you to give them a 'what-are-you-even-doing-here' look...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The tool is always trying too hard to fit in, and because of this, never will." </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(Rating: 5548 Thumps up, 1157 Thumbs down)</span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">(Please note the sink in right hand corner of this bank's meeting room. This is one thing I really appreciate about Indian culture: 1.3 Billion people who are OCD about handwashing. Especially helpful when you forgo a knife and fork because everything is considered finger food!)</div></div>Stacie Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18352761507126610992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656320638241561071.post-16062807714789026242011-03-18T01:39:00.001-04:002011-03-18T02:21:28.493-04:00When does it take months to pay off a $22 loan?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">Check out CNN's coverage of bonded labourers in a brick kiln in the State of Uttar Pradesh, in North India. The system of giving an advance to a labourer, then having them come work for you to pay it off is common and legal in India, it's only when the element of force is introduced that it becomes an abuse of human rights and a punishable criminal offense. From owners forcibly returning escaped labourers to the kiln, to paying below minimum wage (As little as 11 rupees a day! ~$.25) to using beatings as a means of intimidation...CNN really does the issue justice. (About 5 minutes long.)</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I love the irony of the supervisor's demand to be paid for giving a brief interview to the reporter, yet is guilty of withholding wages from the labourers. Typical.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My only addition to this report would be that often labourers have repaid the loan multiple times over but aren't aware because the principle/interest payments are withheld from the workers wages, and most labourers only have a couple years of schooling behind them so they are unable to calculate their payments.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Minimum daily wage* for an unskilled brick maker is 151 rupees ($3.35) in Uttar Pradesh, which means Durgawati, her husband and daughter should have been able to pay off her 1,000 Rupee loan within 3 days with both parents working. Instead they've been working 6 days a week for the past two months with no idea they have repaid the debt 17 times over. A 8000 rupee debt could be repaid within two months, instead of years...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Please join me in praying for India's modern slaves, that the rule of law would be strengthened in India so these labourers could access the legal protection from exploitation due them. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thank you CNN for raising awareness through your thoughtful work on this issue! </div><br />
*http://www.paycheck.in/main/officialminimumwages/uttar-pradesh<br />
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If the video doesn't work you can also view it here:<br />
<a href="http://thecnnfreedomproject.blogs.cnn.com/2011/03/08/generations-pay-off-debts-through-slavery/">http://thecnnfreedomproject.blogs.cnn.com/2011/03/08/generations-pay-off-debts-through-slavery/</a> <br />
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</div>Stacie Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18352761507126610992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656320638241561071.post-80009812504037229312011-03-17T03:01:00.000-04:002011-03-17T03:01:37.064-04:00One Aftercare Safari<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">A government meeting turns impromptu safari when the official takes us off-roading in search of 22 wild elephants! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Our office secretary read about 22 elephants on the loose in the morning's paper before we left on our trip. Story here: <a href="http://www.hindu.com/2011/03/14/stories/2011031452960700.htm">http://www.hindu.com/2011/03/14/stories/2011031452960700.htm</a> Little did we know we'd get to meet them later that day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">We met with the DFO to discuss a village watershed project we are implimenting in partnership with Intel, but the meeting was cut short when he asked "Do you want to see 22 wild elephants?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY3GI6dD3ugTHrtW82LkMgAipLEcUdfPMROSyfzGB9eYfwsASPYBYqTFa4qKPnVbrqwiA8LL4PTSUXIYsvWY79Q-bpa_CK36ArUBGthfJjPAy8bWznhKo46brFH8svlZPgGQR75kRYe5o/s1600/DSC_0353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY3GI6dD3ugTHrtW82LkMgAipLEcUdfPMROSyfzGB9eYfwsASPYBYqTFa4qKPnVbrqwiA8LL4PTSUXIYsvWY79Q-bpa_CK36ArUBGthfJjPAy8bWznhKo46brFH8svlZPgGQR75kRYe5o/s400/DSC_0353.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Following the Department of Forestry Officer. Our little sedan struggled some when we got to the unpaved mountain roads but there was no way we were going to miss this!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPftQV0HB4qGNBsQq6BgZiMH0mTbt9auk2H_AW7tijYmo5imvqrpdFH8AvMiOwAGsdiCu0h_cOhGRqHtRr79pc29Qtob9lNFxZms6-spVHmKEhV3YFWux2PJzsmytrDVHJjdX_PXpgZio/s1600/DSC_0370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPftQV0HB4qGNBsQq6BgZiMH0mTbt9auk2H_AW7tijYmo5imvqrpdFH8AvMiOwAGsdiCu0h_cOhGRqHtRr79pc29Qtob9lNFxZms6-spVHmKEhV3YFWux2PJzsmytrDVHJjdX_PXpgZio/s320/DSC_0370.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A view of the surrounding area. I love indian mountains. They look so different from the ones at home. Most of them rise abruptly from the landscape. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjDpHQHSudn5-__bBrMz6_Tq66bHQZIaZGnu7znflDUa4dGQ1MNcqQ5_n8ks8kNiJPP0vIj6bYYOnWs2lMwcGqyhmfhDsej81abcDqvH0d46NgUVofX3PRx4JOSbPmYi-ap0l-CULCLbE/s1600/DSC_0374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjDpHQHSudn5-__bBrMz6_Tq66bHQZIaZGnu7znflDUa4dGQ1MNcqQ5_n8ks8kNiJPP0vIj6bYYOnWs2lMwcGqyhmfhDsej81abcDqvH0d46NgUVofX3PRx4JOSbPmYi-ap0l-CULCLbE/s400/DSC_0374.JPG" width="267" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">We piled out of the car and continued on foot. Neenu giddy with excitement!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiSi7G7MWoHKYhqTV3ASelIMtcx9T5MMcWYVSC3ijBSi-5Ekbu0GQILH9ImCXqqkn50ytX2XNeX96vNFJcdJ3KdEHo2RnJ3vqlcucZ7Wx-95A33PcMKtYzAoaYEFl9GLPf8-0WllUObUo/s1600/Phant3.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="383" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiSi7G7MWoHKYhqTV3ASelIMtcx9T5MMcWYVSC3ijBSi-5Ekbu0GQILH9ImCXqqkn50ytX2XNeX96vNFJcdJ3KdEHo2RnJ3vqlcucZ7Wx-95A33PcMKtYzAoaYEFl9GLPf8-0WllUObUo/s400/Phant3.bmp" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You can see the elephants on the top of the ridge in the right hand corner. Follow the lightly colored dots (villagers) through the next few pictures as they trail the elephants from a distance. Seems the city folks weren't the only ones excited by this! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigHvqSw0YZfnNjsNpLzH1tgMQHBv61kZHrPCCvsHq2MMUbWC323rgEyY-vE0gMT98ExecXnAyICCfNF7ELNdMThWrKHqqDSpqNycpyLtLFnJM7snoF74SmhLJnvgX5X3Q5VsKBTV2wRiA/s1600/Phant4.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="388" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigHvqSw0YZfnNjsNpLzH1tgMQHBv61kZHrPCCvsHq2MMUbWC323rgEyY-vE0gMT98ExecXnAyICCfNF7ELNdMThWrKHqqDSpqNycpyLtLFnJM7snoF74SmhLJnvgX5X3Q5VsKBTV2wRiA/s400/Phant4.bmp" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The elephants carefully picking their path down the mountain. Villagers watching from the ridge. The pictures are a little hazy because Forest Department Officers were using firecrackers to drive the elephants back to the forest. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcryUiQMtOkWhNeNs01UbFpV4w9Een4q1Z5AJFuuVYocCc6IPZMPZFsvr56-9qYoUMt1CFe9_NgnaUdhgoIU4CuEBRIuaZp17GbDS5gOIKaFWEGq9CAyV5-Kk9-xYAM0ee7KXxaavAh88/s1600/Phant5.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="275" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcryUiQMtOkWhNeNs01UbFpV4w9Een4q1Z5AJFuuVYocCc6IPZMPZFsvr56-9qYoUMt1CFe9_NgnaUdhgoIU4CuEBRIuaZp17GbDS5gOIKaFWEGq9CAyV5-Kk9-xYAM0ee7KXxaavAh88/s400/Phant5.bmp" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The first of the elephants makes it down. Villagers streaming down the mountain after them. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLfEhCy3k6t-8y7Rzyu_409fDYYD5PBQWI6T4OtgYNlE41UBnJAZ8R65Hvu6Eiv0rjGBDEoRQ9ZqngmlPIx6xyyHiQkydTGtnRXWJ5Ri1cPJf842ekss8K6FQAJ7O2f4IM6TYKnSqOlYc/s1600/Phant1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLfEhCy3k6t-8y7Rzyu_409fDYYD5PBQWI6T4OtgYNlE41UBnJAZ8R65Hvu6Eiv0rjGBDEoRQ9ZqngmlPIx6xyyHiQkydTGtnRXWJ5Ri1cPJf842ekss8K6FQAJ7O2f4IM6TYKnSqOlYc/s400/Phant1.bmp" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Wow. Pinch me!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmCWyuZKvtt9XgvWZAHb3OxRF0ijAlDrd5hdu-rbcg406gTZtYwFbxlmx7otfO3UNZGkKsk3SsiTLBxdIVNASasbC46_65neoK3ihx33joN5V4uG0ZfbZkPDwrzkbTB5QcxoFLIxtHEvs/s1600/Phant2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="172" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmCWyuZKvtt9XgvWZAHb3OxRF0ijAlDrd5hdu-rbcg406gTZtYwFbxlmx7otfO3UNZGkKsk3SsiTLBxdIVNASasbC46_65neoK3ihx33joN5V4uG0ZfbZkPDwrzkbTB5QcxoFLIxtHEvs/s400/Phant2.bmp" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> I love how close we were allowed to get to them! None of this: "Elephants are wild animals and potentially dangerous, you should stay in the car girls." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5yj8FQjAAKnP0WsiIgRT9-9AADzhQMlmrx0NOUzF3L687YOqa8Gx6zzGcN6amB-xQJ3-gRh_V1od-w7WV5yIPEeeNPhdYGvHRBmmcpRGY-YSOglVNDyPzkQvYU_Pdy8tYFYXIQS24Mss/s1600/DSC_0392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5yj8FQjAAKnP0WsiIgRT9-9AADzhQMlmrx0NOUzF3L687YOqa8Gx6zzGcN6amB-xQJ3-gRh_V1od-w7WV5yIPEeeNPhdYGvHRBmmcpRGY-YSOglVNDyPzkQvYU_Pdy8tYFYXIQS24Mss/s400/DSC_0392.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My face was like this the whole time. That's the DFO on the left. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQjnxnjQzjoKrbySSRcIWVqrlJ9NiPfToG6OYFqmtN2RS4I4_ohtQ1Altttx1QPQTRW4WZ4V_uNaONYoJ7mXRKU-Cun22z_JIg6-sqat93ZSdwuE40xhT8JfZQprUTLIEofOCHSmVopqw/s1600/DSC_0393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQjnxnjQzjoKrbySSRcIWVqrlJ9NiPfToG6OYFqmtN2RS4I4_ohtQ1Altttx1QPQTRW4WZ4V_uNaONYoJ7mXRKU-Cun22z_JIg6-sqat93ZSdwuE40xhT8JfZQprUTLIEofOCHSmVopqw/s400/DSC_0393.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">He's my favourite government official. Hands down. Looking forward to working on the watershed project with him!</div></div>Stacie Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18352761507126610992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656320638241561071.post-5967042179271066462010-12-06T13:38:00.001-05:002010-12-06T13:40:42.139-05:00Pondy Scheme<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The interns and fellows set off for a spontaneous weekend in Pondicherry as a last hurrah before Christine and Monica return to the US. I wish there was bonded labour in Pondicherry. Wait, what am I saying?!?!? What I mean to say is: Pondicherry is a beautiful place that I'd love to call home and I'm already scheming on how to go back... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Monica, Emily and I splurged for one night at a historic hotel called Hotel De L'Orient. It still only came to 30 USD for the night and was easily my favorite thing about the town. I think Sara Crewe would have stayed here with her Captain father. L'Orient was only two blocks from the Bay of Bengal and still uses skeleton keys! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">My slippers and bag on an antique aubusson rug. The room was full of French Colonial antiques. C'est mangnifique! </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Casey downing a bottomless mug of robust Arabica coffee. (Pun completely intended.) </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Whether the setting is pristine...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">or has patina. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This man was taking refuge from the rain against the back wall of a tea stall. When I asked to take his picture, he was adamant: "Je te l'offre en cadeau." (Je pense! J'espere!) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I stumbled across several literary treasures, like Dagny Taggart's revolutionary motor seemed out of place reveling in the bygone colonial era...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">...and a recurring motif from <u>The Calling of Lot 49 </u>caused me to ponder questions of ontology versus epistemology. Is it true that Pondicherry is the most delightful place in India? The French speaking auto drivers certainly held to that belief!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">But what Indian vacation would be complete without running through the pouring rain to catch your bus home? Henry and I have never been so grateful that all of India is en retard than when we showed up at our bus stop 15 minutes after the departure time and our ride home was not yet bound for Bangalore! </div>Stacie Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18352761507126610992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656320638241561071.post-49262101815129388432010-12-02T05:30:00.000-05:002010-12-02T05:30:10.160-05:00So I missed a couple... Like, 15<div style="text-align: justify;">My colleague, Casey, spent the morning tracking the coverage of our latest operation in the news here in India. He's much more thorough than I am...seeing as he compiled <u>over 20 stories</u>! There seems to be 10 original articles that have been written, and many more outlets that have picked up these 10 different versions of the story. So, here is the complete archive as of 4PM IST. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">(No, I dont except you to read them all, just marvel at the sheer number...)</div><br />
<strong>National Newspapers</strong> – In both online and print editions<br />
1.The Times of India - <a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/mangalore/Bonded-labourers-freed-from-Bantwal-quarry/articleshow/7025185.cms">http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/mangalore/Bonded-labourers-freed-from-Bantwal-quarry/articleshow/7025185.cms</a> <br />
2. The Hindu - <a href="http://www.thehindu.com/news/cities/Mangalore/article926029.ece">http://www.thehindu.com/news/cities/Mangalore/article926029.ece</a><br />
3. Deccan Herald - <a href="http://www.deccanherald.com/content/117323/39-bonded-labourers-rescued-quarry.html">http://www.deccanherald.com/content/117323/39-bonded-labourers-rescued-quarry.html</a><br />
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<strong>Online</strong><br />
4. Zee News – Incorrectly refers to us as International Justice for Commission - <a href="http://www.zeenews.com/news671719.html">http://www.zeenews.com/news671719.html</a> <br />
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<strong>Local Newspapers</strong><br />
5. Daiji World – Many pictures - <a href="http://www.daijiworld.com/news/news_disp.asp?n_id=90819">http://www.daijiworld.com/news/news_disp.asp?n_id=90819</a><br />
6. Coastal Digest - <a href="http://www.coastaldigest.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=17352:bonded-labour&catid=59:top-stories&Itemid=67">http://www.coastaldigest.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=17352:bonded-labour&catid=59:top-stories&Itemid=67</a> <br />
7. Mangalore Today – Many pictures. Identifies us prominently - <a href="http://www.mangaloretoday.com/mt/index.php?action=mn&type=2086">http://www.mangaloretoday.com/mt/index.php?action=mn&type=2086</a> <br />
8. New Kerala - <a href="http://www.newkerala.com/news/world/fullnews-96391.html">http://www.newkerala.com/news/world/fullnews-96391.html</a><br />
9. Mangalorean – Picked up the Deccan Herald story - <a href="http://mangalorean.com/news.php?newstype=local&newsid=210255">http://mangalorean.com/news.php?newstype=local&newsid=210255</a> <br />
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<strong>Other references</strong><br />
10, 11. NewsPolitan – picked up the Zee News article - <a href="http://newspolitan.com/forum/art/india/bangalore/GE5DCNR2GA6UCVCB">http://newspolitan.com/forum/art/india/bangalore/GE5DCNR2GA6UCVCB</a> and the Times of India article - <a href="http://www.newspolitan.com/forum/art/india/mysore/GE5DCN31GQ4UCVCC">http://www.newspolitan.com/forum/art/india/mysore/GE5DCN31GQ4UCVCC</a><br />
12. WebInida123.com – picked up the New Kerala story - <a href="http://news.webindia123.com/news/Articles/India/20101202/1642097.html">http://news.webindia123.com/news/Articles/India/20101202/1642097.html</a><br />
13, 14. An Hour Ago India – picked up the Times of India and Hindu stories - <a href="http://www.anhourago.in/show.aspx?l=7053172&d=502">http://www.anhourago.in/show.aspx?l=7053172&d=502</a> , <a href="http://www.anhourago.in/show.aspx?l=7051898">http://www.anhourago.in/show.aspx?l=7051898</a><br />
15. New Front World – picked up the Deccan Herald story - <a href="http://newfrontworld.com/2010/12/02/bantwal-39-%E2%80%98bonded%E2%80%99-labourers-rescued-in-vittal/">http://newfrontworld.com/2010/12/02/bantwal-39-%E2%80%98bonded%E2%80%99-labourers-rescued-in-vittal/</a><br />
16. IPL (Indian Premier League) Extra – picked up the Hindu story - <a href="http://iplextra.indiatimes.com/article/0dxF6cCcn4bON?q=Bangalore">http://iplextra.indiatimes.com/article/0dxF6cCcn4bON?q=Bangalore</a><br />
17. Schemaroot.org – picked up the Times of India article - <a href="http://schema-root.org/region/international/non-governmental_organizations/">http://schema-root.org/region/international/non-governmental_organizations/</a><br />
18. NGO Blog - picked up the Times of India article - <a href="http://www.ngoblog.com/bonded-labourers-freed-from-bantwal-quarry-times-of-india/">http://www.ngoblog.com/bonded-labourers-freed-from-bantwal-quarry-times-of-india/</a><br />
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<strong>Vernacular Media</strong><br />
19. + Articles were published in both the local Kannada and Tamil newspapers. We are waiting on translations of the articles, and we are getting them translated by people in the office.Stacie Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18352761507126610992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656320638241561071.post-11182487114267146702010-12-01T23:11:00.001-05:002010-12-01T23:13:36.117-05:00READ ALL ABOUT IT! 42 Released from Slavery<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">MANGALORE, INDIA - Another day has dawned in India and our little portable printer is busy making release certificates declaring the labourers free of their (fictitious) debts! Check out some of the local media coverage below including pictures of the victims looking happy (no one smiles for pictures here, so the straight faces are good :-). The articles use the number </span><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">39 because the papers went to print before one missing man was discovered and r</span><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">eunited with his wife and child late last night. That brings us to 42 rescued! </span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">This morning a pastor friend in Bangalore tipped me off to this article in the Times of India, India's </span><span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">largest English daily: <a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/bangalore/Bonded-labourers-freed-from-DK-quarry/articleshow/7026195.cms" style="color: #4263ab;" target="_blank">http://timesofindia.<wbr></wbr>indiatimes.com/city/bangalore/<wbr></wbr>Bonded-labourers-freed-from-<wbr></wbr>DK-quarry/articleshow/7026195.<wbr></wbr>cms</a>.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;">The article in The Hindu demonstrates the competency of Assistant Commissioner Kavalikatti and the plight of the labourers:<a href="http://www.thehindu.com/news/cities/Mangalore/article926029.ece" style="color: #4263ab;" target="_blank">http://www.thehindu.<wbr></wbr>com/news/cities/Mangalore/<wbr></wbr>article926029.ece</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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<div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #4263ab; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://mangalorean.com/news.php?newstype=local&newsid=210255" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #4263ab; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"></span></a><a href="http://mangalorean.com/news.php?newstype=local&newsid=210255" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #4263ab; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" target="_blank">http://mangalorean.com/news.<wbr></wbr>php?newstype=local&newsid=<wbr></wbr>210255</a></div></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I love this little girls mischievous smile.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Total rescued this year: 215 (Target is 220, corrected from 210.) </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Total Release certificates this year: 135 (Exceeding our target of 110!)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We were hoping for 50 percent of those rescued to receive RCs, but got them for 62 percent instead! PTL!</div>Stacie Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18352761507126610992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656320638241561071.post-9699037344298933992010-11-24T15:53:00.001-05:002010-11-24T16:05:15.555-05:00My Indian Woody Allen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Every day on my walk to work I would take note of the Indian man that looked like Woody Allen. He would always be at his post, elegantly leaning against the tree opposite his tender coconut stand. Watching his tender coconut peddling competitors snatch up customers with their diversified offerings of coconut water, tea and biscuits just a few meters further down 80 Foot Road. (This picture was taken after my Indian Woody Allen had already liquidated his inventory.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">He only had two outfits, one a variation of the other: a lungi, short-sleeved dress shirt, turban...and specks like Woody Allen's. Now short sleeved dress shirts are a terrible concept, and a lungi is like a short sarong for men (another terrible concept) but this man could pull it off wearing these items--in mismatched patterns no less. Did I mention he was barely 5 feet tall and looked to be pushing 80? I know that he only had two outfits because one day he took his house down...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yes, deconstructed his house. It was only a frame of bamboo with a blue tarp. But he took his house down. With the blue tarp cast to the side of his plot I searched for what must be the trappings of a simply elegant life. The bare spot revealed a neatly folded suit of clothes perched on top of his second pair of sandals (no longer here, he took them), and four empty liquor bottles. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I should have taken a picture of him before he moved. I always wanted to but figured I should learn to ask in Kannada or Hindi to be polite. But now that I'm looking at a picture of Woody Allen, the glasses are the only common feature between the two of them and I feel badly for convincing my roommates that he was the spitting image of Woody Allen. My Indian Woody Allen is actually much better looking, though I can't remember exactly how or why. My roommates, and you, will have trouble getting the image of Woody Allen out of your head, so I'm afraid I've done my Indian Woody Allen a disservice. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I hope business is better elsewhere...</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Sash enjoying a tender coconut. I'm pretending to, but am really waiting to get a cold diet coke at the provision store across the street. If only I liked coconut milk, then perhaps MIWD would still own a tender coconut stand on 80 Foot Rd!</div><br />
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