Weird Happenings

I went on my weekly ‘cruise’ to Mysore on my last Sunday in Hosahalli (July 22^nd), and it was quite a strange day of events. I had just alighted at the main bus station and crossed the road to find an internet café, when a beggar girl asked me for my one-third bottle of mango juice. I had barely had time to process the request when she quickly snatched it out of my hand, and for a moment I pondered whether it was something to be angry over or not. Later, around noon, I went over to Mysore Railway station to book my tickets for my travels in the north, and the euphoria of finally having them in my hand kept me in an excited mood for the rest of the day.

Walking back towards the bus station, I started talking to a Sri Lankan stoner-head called Joseph who was encroachingly trying to help me find my way. I told him several times I could find my own way, but he walked along with me presumably to try and goad some money out of me. He insisted he just wanted to talk, and offered to sell me weed a bunch of times, and I decided to just go with the flow while watching out for my pockets. I was trying to find a place to eat lunch near the bus station, and upon Joseph’s continued insistence walked past the place I found non-vegetarian food at last weekend. I told him I wasn’t going to go into one of the pricey hotels he suggested, and he pointed instead to an average-priced main road restaurant that turned out to have excellent mutton biryani. I was now fairly sure he was merely waiting for an opportunity to score money, but I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and offer him lunch; he had a friendly (albeit stoned) air around him, and it doesn’t hurt to be nice to people. Besides, company is better than eating alone.

He ended up pretending that he wasn’t hungry and that he was getting his food packed to screw me out of the Rs. 120 it cost. For some reason I just let it slide, giving a mental sigh as I walked away and hoping that his bad conscious would catch up with him one day.

I stopped at Jairam’s house on the way back at Jakkahalli, and walked from there to VTCL in the early night. Halfway back to the school, I passed by a bunch of guys standing by a car, one drumming on the carhood and most of the others dancing in tune to it. One of the guys called out to me and said “Hi we’re high, come dance with us if you want to”. I walked on with a smile but told them I’d join in next time – I just needed to get home before nightfall – and wished them a good evening.

A little further on, a very tipsy guy walked up to me and shook my hand, asking where I was going. I told him, and a huge smile broke out on his face as he thanked me and walked away. Such a strange day indeed, in a surrealistic good way. 

A Trip To Mysore: Ranghanthittu Bird Sanctuary

On Sunday July 1^st I went on a 1-day trip to Mysore with Karen and Abbie, the two American volunteers at VTCL. The icky part was getting up at 5:30am to catch the first morning bus, but I had been looking forward to going to Mysore for several days. I’d have a chance to go online, shop for snacks, and I was very excited to visit Ranganthittu Bird sanctuary. Probably for the sake of taking pictures of them at least as much as seeing them for myself (I’ve seen bird colonies before in Rwanda with similar species). 

We arrived in Mysore around 9am, and had breakfast in a restaurant near the bus stop. Afterwards the girls went off to meet with friends from Cornell, while I made my own way to Ranganthittu. It’s only 14km outside of town, and naught but a simple bus ride - plus a 3km walk from the main road. Short, except my stomach was still hurting so it took a good deal longer than expected. The arch that welcome you to the sanctuary is quite beautiful, with painted ornaments of birds all around it that bid visitors welcome. Excited, I probably quickened my pace...

 

 I have to admit that the price for foreigners was a bit of a rip-off: 300 rupees to get in, and another 300 for the boat ride around the lake to see the birds close up. Ah well, I was determined to do this and get my lens to work. The only thing that pissed me off in fact was that the college student discount didn’t apply to foreigners.

The lake does not appear very large, but it’s quite charming. Alongside its banks and on little islands there are large colonies of exotic birds, big and small. My favorite is the black-headed white Ibis (Ibis birds in kinyarwanda are called Inyange, a name as graceful as the birds themselves). I even spotted a group of half-sleeping bats on the bank opposite the boat stand. The little rowing boat was packed to capacity with about 15 people besides the guide, who also took care of the manual labor. The Indian families sitting in the boat with me seemed more interested in taking pictures than listening to what the man had to say, but I was quite appreciative of his occasional comments. He pointed out several bird species by name, and was really good at spotting crocodiles dozing on little rocks in the lake. It was the first time I had had a chance to see a live crocodile, and some were really close-up. In spite of reading about how their size will dwarf an adult human, I was still surprised – these creatures are enormous! It makes their reptilian ruggedness look quite majestic. 

Experiencing all these large birds close-up was a great joy, I’ve missed getting out into nature (in spite of how artificial a tourist site has the potential of). There’s something quite majestic from seeing animals in their own natural element rather than through pictures or behind bars – yet another reason why I do not wish to visit Mysore zoo. I had a great time even though I was on my own. I think I had a great time because I was on my own; just me and my camera. Like I’ve said before, there’s something different about seeing the world through a lens. The world becomes a little more idyllic and serene to look at. 

June 26th - A Trip To The Beyond

I asked one of the station attendants which bus went to HD Kote.

“Both” he replied.

Well, which one is better?

“As you chose, whichever you prefer”

Uhm, ok but what’ the difference?

“One is 3 rupees change”

I felt I was beginning to get somewhere with this…

“So, which one leaves first?”

“That one”

Guess which one I took…

I’m in the VTCL (Viveka Tribal Center for Learning) school right now, having just been introduced to exactly how rural I’ve gotten. In fact, this place is so far rural it’s about a kilometer from the end of the bus line, where there is one or two kiosks and pretty much nothing else. I really wish I had brought some more water and snacks with me from Mysore (I cut my chips stock in half by eating a bag of them for lunch), but I’ll probably work something out – the bus driver gave me his number and said he could help me out with bus routes, or anything else for that matter.

The rest of the bus ride, which started with the interaction above, had gone really smooth. The only tricky part was finding the right bus stop in Kote where I could get a bus to Hosahalli village, because not very many people have heard of it, but I just had to ask about half a million people (and wave off an extremely persistent taxi driver – he didn’t get it until the 6^th time I said no). I had arrived about an hour early for the 2pm bus, so I chilled around for a bit, had a cup of chai, and noticed that people this far from Bangalore actually stare at white people (echoes from the past?!). I didn’t want to move around with my huge suitcase, so I didn’t go looking for lunch which I would later come to regret. The next bus ride was also around 1.5 hours long, and it finally began to dawn on me that I was going deep into the countryside. I started grinning from ear to ear, for no apparent reason. Except perhaps surprise at my own lack of realization until now. I have mixed feelings about traveling to such a far-away place – it’s difficult leaving friends and familiar places behind in Bangalore, it’s scary yet exciting to start new work, and it’s really scary to be so far away from cities and shops except it’s also kinda cool. I had an amazing 1-2 weeks at a village school in Rwanda back in 2005; most of all I loved the beautiful hills, fresh air and serene lifestyle. So my mood switched a little back and forth between anxiousness and excitement. At some point my euphoric mind went kinda like this:

(Looks to the right) uhhhhh, cows!

(Looks to the left) uhhhh, goats!

(Looks to the right again) OH, cows AND goats!

… not to mention the slowly undulating hills and occasional lake that I saw on the way.

I immediately got shown to my room. It’s a small building on the edge of the old campus grounds, quite near the boys dorms and the main dining hall. I have two rooms full of bunked beds, all to myself. I haven’t quite figured out which one I’m gonna pick yet. I could see already then that there was gonna be a lot of mosquitoes – yet another thing that reminds me strongly of Rwanda.

Up by the main campus, I met two students from Cornell called Karen and Abbie who are also staying here for another three weeks. Yay, friends!! English is definitely not people’s forte out here, so I am really glad to have them plus a young Indian intern called Abhushek that I can speak with at ease. I was shown around campus for a bit, met with the headmaster for a few minutes and then sat down to watch the girls try and connect to the internet with the office’s sole online PC. Yup, one connected computer for the entire campus – and it runs on dial up. Guess who won’t be online much for the next month?!

Besides teaching English and helping out with office work, a new research project has emerged in my mind. When I met with Dr. Balu this morning just before leaving for Hosahalli, he explained that it could be very useful if I talk to as many current & former students to learn lessons about their experiences, and infer whether SVYM is meeting their goals of being culturally sensitive to these tribal kids or not. He said it’s very difficult for an insider to take a step back and look at evaluating such things, so he would very much like it if I could write something about it. Moreover, this fits quite closely with issues that Vishal from Dream A Dream had raised about how these kids fare after their 10^th grade and attempt to pursue further education in modern places like Mysore – apparently the school has an extremely high drop-out rate (slash return rate) because students are unable to fit into “normal” society. This could furthermore be an awesome new focus of my Lilly work, seeing as I haven’t gotten very far with my original plans so far (not to mention that my original issue to look into in Hosahalli isn’t even an issue anymore). I need to start planning interviews already so I don’t end up wasting away my month here.

I’m excited for my time here, and if I make the most of it I will also be able to have an actual impact which will be felt in the long-term. If I find a pattern behind the rumored drop-out rates, then I should be able to push for Dream A Dream getting involved with teaching appropriate life skills for the tribal students which will help them assimilate into urban settings without forgetting their cultural heritage. I just need to plan my work properly around my teaching schedule (which should be determined by tomorrow). Big potential indeed!

I’m starving. Can’t wait for dinner at 8:30pm.

PS: The first bus conductor tried forgetting about my 15 rupees change on a 35 rupee ticket. Sorry pal, but it doesn’t look natural starring at the traffic for that long so I know it was deliberate. 

Mysore Palace

After popping Ibuprofene throughout the day (which my friends can attest to being abnormal - I usually avoid medication like the plague), I felt much better yesterday afternoon and took a bus to downtown Mysore. I really wanted to see the Palace while I had the chance, especially since they only light it up once a week on Sunday nights.

I grabbed a quick Massala Puri on the way

Mysore is an old historic town, with settlements dating back to the 16th century, and was the capital of the Mysore Kingdom until 1947. It's rich culture and history has given rise to very beautiful architecture, which my camera loved to document as I walked around a bit. Sunday evenings at the palace have free entry, with gates opening at 6:30. I walked 2KM from the north to the south (official) entrance, which had a small bazaar outside of it and throngs of buzzing people. Mysore is definitely a big tourist destination - I hadn't been bugged by so many street hawkers since I came to India, and they all wanted to sell more or less the same things (most of it wooden toys, jewellery boxes or hand fans).

 As I walked back to the main gate, people had already started streaming inside the palace grounds. There were massive amounts of people inside! People of all ages, local and foreign tourists, families sitting on the grass and enjoying the beautiful twilight weather... I normally find people an ugly disturbance to scenic places, but the crowds were oddly peaceful to look at.

When they switched on the 9000 tiny lights that line the entire palace grounds, the crowd oooh-ed and applauded. I turned around, and was astounded by the main Palace building - beautiful simply does not describe it! I was so absorbed by the sight, for once I didn't even feel like taking photos of it (but that feeling quickly subsided - admitted, I'm a camera-whore).

As the evening grew darker, I went looking for a bus station to go back to the hostel in Hebbal in time for dinner. Turns out the western gate opens leads right towards the main local bus station, so lucky me. It's a slightly uncommon route, so there was a huge crowd of people that ran for the bus when it arrived with a lot of shoving and elbowing - I had to shout at a guy who got pissed at me because I blocked the way to allow others to exit the bus first. On the bus, my pants had an unfortunate encounter with a seat freshly wet by a baby, and I talked a bit with the guy who sat next to me (a retired army engineer who had just arrived in Mysore to take up a new job). I barely got out at the right stop, thanks to a random passenger who I think had spotted me earlier.

I loved the name of this kiosk so much I just had to photograph it.

Also, they make good mango milkshakes.

Mysore

I almost got hustled today, just as I arrived in Mysore. I got here around 5:20pm, and my fever that had returned at noon hadn't really subsided. The bus driver pointed to some dude and said he'd help me. Uhm, I don't need help with my bag. "nono, not for bag, auto". I figured, what the hell... might save me some time. It got pretty sketchy when he handed me over to some other dude, who first tried to get me to go on a cab and then said he had his own auto. I don't like blowing people off, but I nervously moved a little towards a bunch of other auto-rickshaw's, when the guy came back and called me over. I tested him with the distance, which he answered to honestly. But:

"OK, so you will go by meter charge?"
"No, 200 Rupees"
"Uhm, that's not what your friend said, so nope"

Dabbed my chest with his hand, and mumbled something about me and India as we both turned away from each other...

I guess that serves as a reminder to avoid hustlers at bus stops. First attempt since I got here.

As I was walking down the road, a young girl on the back of a motorbike randomly smiled at me. I think it was the most innocent smile I had ever seen.

The SVYM hostel is 12-13KM outside of downtown Mysore, and it took a while to find. I got put in a double room for two days with a Jamaican guy from the US called Xavier, who is volunteering with their leadership program. I crashed on the bed as soon as I got in, and looked really groggy when he came back to the room (I imagine he must have been like, "what the hell? It's only 6:30!"). He's supposed to show me around a bit tomorrow, if he comes back from work early that is. Let's see how I feel by then, feverish from exhaustion plus a cold ain't fun...