Seatbelt? What is that

Seatbelts? What is that. 

This is the way to ride to school. Students in school uniform on the back of an auto. Carefree joy!! 

Photo taken during a 2018 India trip in North India. 

The worst enchilada ever

 

Thick and rubbery Tortilla and not tasty filling. 

The worst ever enchilada ever at Chuy's Tex-Mex

@nashville, TN

Manimandapam and Kanchipuram Silk

During my (short) summer trip to India, got to visit Manimandapam, samadhi (resting place) of the late Kanchi Shankaracharya. A fantastic work of architecture. Refreshingly cool inside (natural AC) amidst the blazing heat outside. 

A visit to the Gosala outside the temple. 

And got to go sari shopping in Kanchipuram (famous for silk) with my Kapil Maama and Anu Maami for my cousin Ved's Poonal. 

Got to see the mill where they handweave all the saris. And they use punch cards to feed in the patterns. 

Kollu Paati

 This artwork from the 1920s-1930s, still in its original frame, was made by my Padmasini Kollu-Paati (great grandma) - died 1958. She was quite the entrepreneur, ran her small home based milk business, and has even made speeches to mobilize other women to join the Indian Independence Movement. 

Some of the relatives from that branch of the family run the Gandhi Ashram in Selam, Tamilnadu. Another aunt of my grandpa went off to live and do social work with Harijans in the villages, which is pretty progressive for a femail from a conservative Brahmin family of that era.

Fossil

 My late Raghavan Thatha liked to collect fossils. This is not a piece of wood but actually a fossil and as heavy as a stone. How cool is that. 

Lunch Appetizer

 Lunch Appetizer was Corn Soup made by Paati

 

 

Watching Paati prep the soup. 

Tree Cup

Afternoon snack of Dosa with Muruga Sambar accompanied by Green Tea with Lemon and hOney in a cup that's shaped like a tree trunk.

 

Remote Instruction International Edition

The Chennai Experience: Remote Instruction at the table your parent used during their schooling. No laptops back then!!

 

Nungu Time

Chewing into delicious water-filled Nungu's

Nungu in Tamil, the Palmyra palm fruit is a wonderful dehydrater for the 99F heat of Chennai, packed with  Vit A, B7, C, K, Fe, Na and minerals. 

I have absolutely no idea why the Brits wanted to call a Palm fruit as Ice Apple. This is not a fruit I would associate with an "Apple" on any level. 

Centenarian Plus

 Still comfortable after a century.

Sitting on a centenarian spinning wood chair, from 1920 - belonged to my great grandpa, Sadagopan Iyengar.

From 1920 to 2021 - that's centenarian plus 

 

 

 

Aadi Frenzy

Crowds mill the corner at Pannagal Park in Chennai, India. The traffic crawls, stopping intermittently for the pedestrians, who choose to cross the street at random, weaving their way through traffic. Enormous banners hang on storefronts with pictures of models in attractive clothing. Window displays are a study in color and design. TV ads have already promised potentially unimaginable discounts on clothing and goods. The psychology of the individual is whipped up to a near frenzy. If the discounts are not availed off, a near catastrophe would well prevail.

It is the Tamil month of Aadi in Chennai. The focus is on prepping the fields and sowing. Festivals and weddings at this time would be a unwanted distraction. It is considered an inauspicious month for festivities and therefore, traditionally, a slow month for businesses.

A brilliant marketing strategy - a mad dash for discounted goods is the frenzied result. Loads of shoppers, throng the streets, with full shopping bags in their arms. To avoid the rush, shoppers arrive earlier and earlier to a level that, it matters not if its morning or night on the Street.

Insane traffic jams are the result. A lone policeman waves his baton in attempts to control the traffic. He is easily able to walk in and out of the crawling traffic. He aims a blow at an auto-driver who tries to a take a short cut. The auto, falls back in line, at least for the time being.

Progress; Thy name is Commercialization!

Contradictions and Contraindications.

Contradictions and Contra-indications. 

How many does it take?

The face of the old woman was pressed beseechingly against the window. The lines of age were etched deep into her face and her skin was a dark chocolate leather, from years spent in the hot sun.

Her face was just two inches from mine. Here was I, in the cool comfort of an air-conditioned car, while she was out in 100 F heat. The traffic signal had turned red and the assortment of traffic that plied the roads had come to a halt.

She was wearing a floral blue saree, but it looked worn and was torn in a few places. She had made her way through the traffic and was piteously gesturing with her hand.

How does one respond? And, was I in a position to respond and help her? A feeling of helplessness washed over me. The signal changed and the car moved on.

Another was a cripple. The brown shirt was torn and the khaki shorts revealed that one leg was a mere stump. He was seated on a board with wheels, which he used to drag himself around. He made his way across the signal. The light changed before he got across. Horns blared from impatient drivers, while the bicycles and assorted 2-wheeled vehicles just went around him. The beggar made his way across the street to a fruit stand. The vendor rudely shooed him off. His presence would surely discourage potential buyers.

A frail woman wandered up, carrying a tiny bundle in her arms. That bundle was a tiny nursing infant. The woman looked ragged and worn as she held out her free hand to ask for money. In despair she wandered from car to car.

What about the countless other beggars in the city? Were they reduced to begging due to circumstances or was begging a carefully planned occupation.

As a child, Buddha (then Prince Siddhartha), had been carefully protected from old age and sickness by his father. A chance sight of a beggar put him on the path to achieving harmony and realization.

How many beggars will it take, before society wakes up to the path of realization? 

(written during a visit to India)

Tournament of Bands

I went to see the tournament of bands yesterday. I believe it happens each year. I noticed segments of songs indicating youth to march. I felt people liked pipes and tuba. On surface, they appared to have tournament to get entertained.

mom took me to the parade. I enjoyed the outing.

- the Tournament of Bands, Cupertino, CA