First day of 2011

One of the traditions I’ve been putting in place is to spend some day in the beginning of each new year thinking about what I want the next year to be like, what I aspire to do and where I’d like to be. This year I decided to seek out some nice spot to do this reflection on, already on the first of Jan. I decided to head to Jodhpur in Rajasthan, and I found a nice guest house with a roof top (and not too many other occupants):

So, from now I’ll just eliminate all distractions and get some time with my laptop 🙂 

Happy new year everyone!

Whatever you’re doing I hope that you’re spending the New Year in a way that satisfies you. Myself, I will be spending my New Year’s eve on a train going through Rajasthan and the subsequent days spending reading and reflecting on the past year – and thinking about what I want to do for the next. 

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Because I really like sunsets, I figured I’d send a little New Year’s greeting in the form of sunset ! 

Pump it up!

As I wrote in my previous post – Christmas was spent traveling and I visited both one of the holiest places for Buddhists (Bodhgaya) and one of the holiest places for Hindus (Varanasi). The Ganga river makes a turn back towards the Himalayas in a semi-loop on which Varanasi lies.

Since the main thing about this city is concentrated around the river, it’s also the river I’d like to write about first. Something many people are well-aware of (especially foreigners who’ve seen the travel accounts or movies depicting the river) the Ganga, especially around Varanasi, is heavily polluted.

What might not be obvious is that, in fact, it’s not the “obvious” things – the cremations, the bathing, the buffalo, the garlands and what not that are put in the river – that are causing the main problems for the Ganga. In fact, most (80-90%, I read) of the pollution comes from the practice of pumping raw sewage into the river from this city of 1.3 million people.

With this in mind, when I happened to stumble across a crumbling piece of urban infrastructure – an old water pumping station, I couldn’t help clambering my way across the outside wall and take a peek inside. I was allowed to stroll around until I tried to get a view of the insides the main building (which looks like it was built somewhere late 18th or early 20th century), when two men decided that they got a bit too stressed about having me poking around there and shooed me out.

This station clearly needed some upgrades, and no surprise that no cleaning of the water was going on here. In fact, there is an NGO that have been doing tests (in 2008) on the Ganga water which give you an idea of quite how serious this problem is:

Coliform standards (unit per 100 ml) in common Varanasi locations:

R.P. Ghatt â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦..………………..82,000 FC
Shivala Ghatt â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦..…………..430,000 FC
Tulsi Ghatt â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦..………………..27,000 FC

 
Acceptable coliform standards are:

Drinking water …………………………..………………..1 TC*
Total body contact (swimming)………………………200 FC*
Partial body contact (boating) ………………………1000 FC

Treated sewage effluent………………not to exceed 200 FC

Of course, this is not a problem exclusive to either Varanasi, India or the so-called ‘developing world’, my previous home in Belgium used to have much worse water than here.

Could there be a better way to spend an afternoon…

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… than sitting on a balcony, reading, with views of rice paddies an a temple, a beer in hand and temperature just hovering above 20 degrees.

Merry Christmas, or Happy Enlightenment

This morning (Christmas Eve, no less), I headed off from my place in Bokaro to visit Bodhgaya. Bodhgaya is, as far as symbolism goes, about as far away from christianity and Christmas as you get. It is the place where Buddha found enlightenment under a Bodhi Tree, the decendant of which is still standing.
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My first impressions, entering into this place from the main road from Gaya (the non-holy sister city), is that of a buddhist Disney Land… I felt like an Alice, who, once entering from the main road and passing that holy bodhi-tree had fallen down into the rabbit hole and find myself, no longer in India, but in a saffron-coloured Wonderland.

 

 

  I guess I’ll happily camp down here for a few days, read my book and snack on Tibetan food in the Tibetan Om Cafe. My Laxmi hotel (named after the Hindu goddess of wealth, just to make the religious references a bit mixed up…) has a room with a wonderful view that I negotiated after being shown a horrible little hole.

 

 

So, merry christmas to all of you in red & white and happy search for enlightenment to all of you in saffron!

 

Photo by Nir Nussbaum

A love-letter to the Delhi metro

It might sound silly, but… I love the Delhi metro. 

Not only does it help you avoid the fun, but exhausting, exercise of dealing with rickshaw-wallahs, but it also provides with entertaining and sometimes spiritual moments (plus: on the more mundane side of things, it's usually on time, goes to lots of places and is really quite cheap!). 

When entering the metro you are first greeted with a number of useful hints and suggestions like:
  • "Do not befriend unknown people" (sad, but hey, the metro's always right, right?)
  • "Any suit case, toy, thermos or transistor left unattended can be a bomb" (so please remember do not leave your transistor lying about)
  • "Do not bring any unauthorized explosives or fire arms" (in case you're carried some authorized TNT you're fine…)
After having taken those to heart you might have already reached the center of the city. Here you'll find an intense experience of human contact, in the form of a crush and push to get on and off at the popular central stations of Rajiv Chowk, C Secretariat and New Delhi. Don't be afraid to push a little bit extra, even if it's completely useless and won't get you ahead in any way at all. 

All in all, the metro is great. I love it! 

PS. I am a bit afraid that one day I'll bump into the women who has recorded the English speaking voice for the metro. Her "Get down here for XXX" is truly frightening. If anyone is planning on making an audio book of Roald Dahl's "Witches", she'd be your perfect candidate. 

PPS. The queue in the first picture is from the top of the stair case. The queue goes on for a good 50 m after the corner in the bottom of the stairs.

Taking the gangsta auto back to the hood (check out the mean rickshaw sound system)

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My electrician god

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You know how people come to India to attain spiritual enlightenment and all that?

Well, I had no such intention, but today I believe I met a small hindu god in the form of an electrician. Yesterday night, as I came back at 2 am (after a very much delayed flight and a one hour wait for a taxi from the airport) I arrived dead tired to the apartment and found that there was no electricity in the apartment. Being way to tired to bother about it I just went to sleep and hoped for better luck the day after.

Normally, in any Indian middle-class household you'll have an inverter (basically a large battery) that tides you over during the regular power-cuts. However, as I woke up in the morning the power was still off. A couple of hours later the staff from the electricity company arrives – they say that there was no errors on their side and it was a problem of "private" sort.

So, another call to an electrician causes my god to arrive. Just as he entered the house, without even having touched any wiring the light and all the fans magically turn on in the flat!

Attached is Agni, the God of Fire, who's son, Pavaka, is the god of electrical fire. 

A breath of fresh air in Delhi

When Delhi feels a bit choking or when you just need a green break the Lodi park seems to like the perfect place to escape to. It's a big green park, which hosts the tombs of the old Sayyad and Lodi rulers of Delhi. It's got some great spots to just sit and soak in the greenery. At least on the day I was there you could even find a tranquil spot for yourself as well. The tombs date back to around the 15th century and sport some beautiful Arabic inscriptions in addition to their imposing architecture. 

The world is addicted… are you?

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Don't know if this ad makes me more or less inclined to buy a coffee at the Coffe Bean & Tea Leaf…