Wordless Wednesday – pretty spider
Time in class
I want to be a teacher in Bangalore! Specifically a teacher at the lils school. The weather is great, the classes are small, the children seem to be pretty happy and well behaved, and their are no snowsuits to fight with. The biggest clothing change that they have to deal with is the change into swimsuits a couple of times a week. Wet bathing suits can be tricky, but the children are swimming, which makes the vast majority of them very happy! The best part of being a teacher in my lils school has to be getting to teach Woo and Goose. Not enough? Think about the holidays.
Today marked the first day that the lils have been to school in over two weeks. We arrived here, they attended the first week of classes, a full week, and then went on break for Diwali. A break that lasted over two weeks. Diwali is a Holiday in India, and the rest of the country gets one, two, or three days, I am told. The lils’ school got two weeks, plus a day. Next week, and the week that follows are each shortened by a day, then a couple of full weeks and we are into three weeks for Christmas… It goes on.
I realize that not all of these days and weeks are strict holidays, and that the teachers are actually working during that some of that time, but for much of it they are not working. I also don’t know if these are paid holidays, but when you total up the time that they are not in the classroom over the course of the year, it is twenty weeks! That is a pretty impressive amount of time out of the classroom!
Wanna come to India?
India was always on my list of dream places to visit, along with Australia, Ireland, Italy, much of the Caribbean, and pretty much all of Canada. I have been slowly ticking those places off of my list, but still had a ways to go when we decided to move to India for a year. It became pretty obvious shortly after we started telling people about the move that we were not the only people with a keen interest in India. With that in mind, we planned for guests in choosing our house, and tried to make it clear that we want visitors. So, wanna come to India?
Bangalore, the city that we live in, was just named to the Lonely Planet’s list of top ten cities to visit in 2012. It’s number three in fact! I am not sure that can vouch for all of the selling points that are listed in the description in the article, but hopefully I will have by the time that you get here! From what we have seen so far, it is a pretty neat and diverse place to visit, and well situated for visiting other parts of India and Asia. The food is SO GOOD too.
Here are a few tips for those of you who are planning a trip.
- Let us know when you are thinking of coming. we do have some visits lines up, and want to make sure that we have enough beds! In case of a conflict, we will pick favourites!
- You need a visa to come to India, and it is best if you apply for this sooner rather than later. Information can be found here, but you should note that to apply you have to give them your passport for up to 15 business days, and that your passport needs to be valid for at lats six months. Don’t plan on travel outside of Canada for a couple of weeks around application time. Tourist visas are valid for six months from date of issue.
- You will want to talk to your doctor or a travel doctor (I can recommend one!) about the shots that you need to come visit. What you need to take will be dependant on where you want to go while here. It is very unlikely that you will need to get the number of needles that we got, but you also won’t be protected from rabies for life! If you are timid about needles (ahem Chris), these meds can be taken orally, you just need to start the ball rolling sooner. I am not a doctor, so talk to yours.
- The weather here is perfect, don’t believe what any of the weather sites say. Bangalore is hot, but not as stinking hot as other regions in India, and not really humid when compared to Ottawa. You do need to bring pants (house rule), they just don’t need to be of the long variety.
- The travel here is not super fun. The flights are long, any way you look at it, so be sure that you bring whatever you need to be entertained. We will make arrangements to have you picked up from the airport, as it’s just the easiest way. Don’t worry about getting adjusted to the +10:30 time difference, we have two small alarm clocks that will get you on schedule pretty quickly!
- Bring rupees with you. They are the only currency that is used, and getting them while you are here can be tricky, as not all bank machines accept Canadian bank cards, even though they claim they will. I recommend going through your bank, rather than a currency exchange shop like the one I went to in Ottawa. We were robbed on the exchange, and I had left it too late to go to my bank. Credit cards are accepted, but you will still want some cash.
- If your mobile is unlocked, we should have a sim that you can use. If not, don’t plan on using yours, will be very expensive!
I should be up front and let you know that there is a “fee” for the use of our guest room. Wine. It’s hard to get good and reasonably priced wine here, and I know that each adult is allowed to bring two litres of wine in to the country. If you come via Frankfurt, you can even buy bottles at the duty-free in the airport, so you don’t have to worry about checking the bottles! Please also feel free to ask is what we are craving or needing!! There are a number of things that I just can’t get here easily, like many safe treats for Woo, Starbucks iced coffee, or a good plastic spatula. Just don’t ask Willy, he’ll be expecting steak!
So. Who is in?
It starts with a hug
This move hasn’t been all roses, and it’s shown in more ways than one. We have each had our adjustments to make, and some have taken a while. Sadly for me, I have not been adjusting as well as I hoped, and that makes it hard for interacting with the lils, who are trying to figure it out as well and acting out of character a fair bit. Throw in the fact that we have been stuck in the house together for hours at a time waiting for various deliveries etc has made it worse. As a result, I lose my patience, give many timeouts, over react, yell, and have A LOT of regrets and apologies. I know that this is ME not them, and I know that I need to figure it out fast.
Last week Candace posted a mom challenge on her blog. It was a list of thirty things that she was going to do, one a day, over the month of November. Actions that brought the focus back to her children and asked that she take the time to appreciate them. I was excited and thankful that she posted it. It was so simply laid out, and clearly what I needed. It also told me that I wasn’t the only mom who needed a little reminder. Pretty much all of the items on the list are easy and should be no brainers, but for me of late, they haven’t been.
The easiest so far (keeping in mind that we are six days in) has been the suggestion to hug each child at least three times. We are pretty huggy people, so I had this one in the bag by 7:30am. I decided to just keep hugging, and not just when they wanted a hug, or were hurt or sad, but when ever. There were many, many hugs dished out that day, and in the days that followed. The best part is that they have started initiating the hugs at a rate greater than what I am doing. Big, squeeze as tight as you can, hold on for a long time hugs. It’s a big ol love fest here.
While I knew that this challenge was the right thing for me, I had a hard time coming to terms with the fact that I was planning to follow a list that told me how I could be more present as a parent, more understanding of my lils. Six days in, I have made many really small adjustments, some on the list, some not. I know that there is more to do, and will keep trying. Seeing the changes that have been the result, in all of our moods and behaviours, has told me that it doesn’t matter how I got the reminder, just that I knew I needed it. It’s more than just the hugs, but they are my favourite part.
Small victories
Some of the simplest tasks have become infinitely more complicated here. Tasks grocery shopping, which has been a time suck and a source of frustration for me. I LOVE to grocery shop, with and without the lils. At home, it became our saturday morning escape. We would pack up and head to Loblaws early, and willy would sleep in. It was a mostly fun time for the three of us, where the lils were helpers and observers and generally got along. If there were times when it was not, a solo trip to the store always restored the balance. I loved to wander though and look at all the shiny, fresh new produce and products, getting lost in my alone time for an hour. I have not found this bliss here.
Most of my shopping excursions have resulted in me coming home tired, cranky and somewhat empty handed. Often with two small people who were equally tired and cranky. There have been many a trip too. I feel like I have to run out every day to with a list a mile long. Many of the stores are small and very cramped. None of them have carts that can seat two children, which leads to fights, and one child sitting in the basket part of the cart either breaking the eggs or squishing the bread. They are often built on at least two stories and lacking in elevators that work. Lugging one or two small children up and down stairs with a basket full of groceries is never fun.
Items aren’t often organized in what I see as a logical fashion, and often aren’t grouped with similar items. It is not uncommon to find cereal tucked away in all four corners of a store, because that is where it fits. Eggs are not with the dairy, they are just where ever the pallet was placed that day. The inventory moves from location to location, day to day, so I wander around aimlessly trying to figure out if I was dreaming when I saw that item on a previous visit. Asking staff is hit and miss too. This is not because they don’t understand English, it is because the products often have a different name here. Flour is atta, okra is lady fingers, spinach is palak… They are also sized differently, often in smaller sizes, which led to underbuying of the staples I did find.
Then I found online grocery ordering and delivery. Thing were looking up. I spent the better part of an afternoon searching one outlet’s website, using every way I could think of to describe products. This store, that I had been shopping in, carried a number of the items that I was looking for, I just didn’t know how and where to find them. So I placed and order and hoped for the best. It arrived within hours of my hitting submit, but sadly contained only half of the items that I wanted. I tried a couple of days later, and the new order was much slower to arrive, and again missing many things. I surmised that they didn’t know where to look either, and went back to the drawing board.
The online shopping experience wasn’t a total loss. It taught me that I needed to broaden my thinking on what things might be called, and to look a little harder when I am in the stores. Each subsequent visit has been a little more successful, has led to a few more items scratched off the lists. We now have a maid who will watch the lils when she is here, which lets me do a solo trip and concentrate on the shopping alone.
Today I feel that I conquered grocery shopping. I went to one store and got ninety percent of the item on my list, remembering things like extra loaves of bread and cartons of milk. For the few items that I missed, I was able to either substitute, or know where to buy them and am saving that shopping for a promised solo trip with Woo on Saturday. The best part? It had been a week since I had last grocery shopped, save for one quick trip to pick up two items I didn’t know our cook needed. Success. Next up, finding and conquering all the markets!
Now if only I could open a bank account and transfer money into it.
Fresh start
One of the things that I knew I wanted to do here was start a new 365. For the most part, I enjoyed my first 365, and feel that I learned a lot from it. Logic was; we would be here, I was going to be taking pictures… so what better way to document all that we were going to see and do!? The thing is, I got here, and I could not take out my camera. Days went by with nary a photo shot.
This was a stressful move, and I know that has something to do with it. Who has time to take pretty pictures when they are trying to find food and furniture and their house and stop the lils from playing in traffic and worrying about all of the above and more. That wasn’t it. I wasn’t ready to go adventuring, and I had built this up in my mind as a way to capture our adventure. I didn’t envision a bunch of pictures of us hanging around the house while we wait for deliveries, or just starting to explore the places that are a really short walk from the house with lil legs, or playing in the back yard because I wasn’t comfortable enough to go much further with the lils. So I waited, and waited some more. Then I realized what an idiot I was and took out my camera. Everything that we are doing is part of this adventure.
I am changing things up this time; my 365, my rules. I aim to take pictures every day, and I’m going to try to be better about posting a picture every day, but they may not be taken on the day posted. All the shots will be taken in India, but there will be times that we are not in India, so I am going to use older pictures to fill those days. There will also be days where I get multiple shots I love, and days when I take crap. I’ll use the ones I love before the crap. Even if they aren’t great pictures, but tell a story. There will be many pictures of the lils, and of the flowers here. MANY.
Hope you enjoy, if you are into that. They will be posted to my flickr, and here is today’s shot, number six:
Poor planning
When we were looking to move here, one of the choices that we had to make was whether our house here would be furnished or not. We had pretty much made up our minds on furnished before we even came to look at houses, as we did not want to ship the contents of our house here for just one year. I can’t imagine the work that would take, the wait for shipping, and the potential customs headaches. No thanks.
We wavered a bit when we learned exactly what a fully furnished rental home included in Bangalore. It would appear that the minimum that needs to be provided is your appliances and curtain rods. This does not match my definition of fully furnished in any way. I wouldn’t expect the nicest of furnishings, but I expect something. We were lucky in the end, and found a place that had the basics: beds and a table to eat on, as well as some accent pieces and patio furniture. We decided that we were willing to live in a sparsely furnished house, and only but what we really needed.
I knew that we were pretty much setting up a house from scratch, and tried to plan accordingly. I made lists of all of the things that I thought we needed and either through stuff in the suitcase, packed for the shipment, or planned on buying here. I forgot some things and didn’t plan for others, but all in all I was pretty pleased with myself. Then we arrived, and I started noting some things that I likely should have put in the suitcase. Things that I have years supply of in the shipment that is not yet here. Like a bottle of contact lens solution that actually had liquid in it, at least one of my cookbooks for when I am stumped for dinner because I can’t find things in the various grocery stores, more than one ziploc bag, so I don’t have to keep reusing bread bags and other sacs that just aren’t up to the task, all of the sunscreen (it’s surprisingly hard to find here), and the toys. Why did we not include any actual toys in the stuff that we carried with us?! Plenty of markers and books, but no toys. I finally broke down and bought a couple, much to the lils delight.
Even with these little glitches, I still felt pretty good. Then we got an email that let us know that our shipment had left North America later than we thought it should would have. This meant that it definitely wasn’t going to arrive before Willy’s birthday, and his gifts were in it. we knew there was only a remote chance, but it still disappointed me to have nothing but homemade cards for him. Then came a second email, letting us know that we weren’t going to get our shipment on this past Friday, as they had failed to account for Diwali when scheduling our delivery. Diwali is a pretty big deal around here, and they forgot about it. This pushed our delivery to next Wednesday (and we all assume that they are taking the state holiday on Tuesday into account). Wednesday is two days after Hallowe’en. The lils costumes are in the shipment.
We broke it to them at dinner tonight, when they were talking about how we were going to celebrate Hallowe’en in a place that doesn’t really celebrate Hallowe’en. Woo was crushed and upset, which upset Goose. He couldn’t figure out how this happened. I know it isn’t a big deal, and we can do other costumes, but these are the ones they LOVE, that they play with all the time at home. We talked them through it, and made plans for a little trick-or-treating when the stuff does get here, and they were OK with it. I still feel that I should have known better.
My first Diwali
I have to admit that I had very little knowledge or insight into Diwali or what it means to Hindus, or the Indian population in general, before I moved to India. Yes, I was aware of Diwali, but I really had no idea. In a country that is known for it’s festivals, this is the big one.
From what I have read, inferred, and heard from people, Diwali is loosely translated into “row of lights or lamps”, and thus the festival is also called the festival of lights. It is predominantly a Hindu festival, but also celebrated by other faiths. The date of Diwali is governed by the lunar calendar, and it falls on the new moon that occurs between mid-October and mid-November. This year, Diwali fell on October 26th. From what I can tell, it is pretty much celebrated by most Indians, in some way. Depending on who you talk to, the celebrations last one, three, or five days. From where I sit, they last longer than that! This is the seventh day of some form on celebration in my community.
During this time of celebration, it is not uncommon to see buildings, cars, and people’s homes decorated, much like you see for Christmas in Canada, including similar exteriour lights.
Garlands of flowers are the most common decor that I have seen, but people also us palm fronds and other leaves, and diyas (small clay lamps) to decorate their homes.
I have also seem some Rangoli, which is a decoration made of coloured powder on the sidewalk, street, or courtyard of a home.
You can’t help but get swept away in the celebration. In general, the people that we have met have been very friendly. During Diwali that friendliness grows exponentially, and the joy bursts out. They want to talk to you, share with you, have you embrace their celebration. We have had several pleasant conversations with neighbours that we might have otherwise walked by, had it not been Diwali.
There are three things that stand out for me from this Diwali. The first is that you really need to research your choices when deciding to celebrate with an Indian wine. I had heard that Indian wines could be pretty hit and miss, and the one we chose was a MISS. We happily switched to Kingfisher, and all was well.
Second, I completely underestimated how much fireworks are a part of this celebration. They were at night for the first few nights, but have been building steadily. Yesterday was complete pandemonium! I woke to crackers going off at 6:30 am, and they went steadily until almost 11:00PM. The hours between 7:00PM and 11:00PM were the craziest, with people setting them off willy-nilly. We went for a walk around the park and watched several narrowly missed homes (including our own!) and several nearby trees take direct hits. Today started much like yesterday, but was slightly less intense.
this is the in the middle of the main road in our community
Lastly, we were the star attraction for some at Diwali. We ran some errands at the local mall yesterday and were literally swarmed by a large group of people as we were leaving. They wanted to touch us, hold the children, take their pictures with us, and generally marvel in our pale blondeness. It was the craziest thing that has happened to me in a long time! Perhaps ever, and that says something. I tried to take a picture of the mob around Willy and Goose when they were spotted first, but I wasn’t fast enough. The four of us happily posed til the lils had had enough. The group excitedly dispersed, leaving us giggling in their wake. One of them explained to Willy that many of the group, both old and young, were from a remote area and had never seen a caucasion before. What ever the reason, they were very excited to see us!
Happy Diwali!