Saturday, November 21, 2009

INDIA…MONSOONS 2009

Filed under: INDIA, Life's Journey Change — Linda @ 8:29 pm


Current mood:  happy
Category: Travel and Places

INDIA…MONSOONS 2009

Linda Mary Liotino


 

Monsoons are coming to an end soon in spite of the clouds being stubborn about leaving due to the sleeping winds that refuse to blow them away.  Fortunately for me I did not have any tasks that required me to stick my nose out the door during the heavy rains.  However, the daily life of an Indian does not give them this same option life has to go on as per usual.  The Indian people who I observe are truly amazing on the handling of life’s difficulties.  They seem to have a resolve and when you look at their faces there are not deep frown lines that usually go with the face of discontent or being depressed from going through difficulties such as Monsoons.  They age gracefully a lot better than those of us with every modern gadget at hand and yet continually in a state of discontent or depression.  


In the Indian Culture shopping for the day’s meals is done daily.  There is no weekly shopping of meats, fruits, vegetables or any other perishable item.  Even bread is bought on as need bases and nothing goes into the freezer but the meat for the day, which is usually chicken.  This way of shopping requires a family member to go to one of the many little shops in the neighborhood, where you can buy just about anything for daily living and the Monsoons do not hinder this.  Dry goods are bought usually on monthly bases.  I found it interesting that milk, oil and salt [to name a few] come in sealed plastic bags.  Eggs are sold individually and wrapped in newspaper as well as things bought at the medical store etc etc.  Rice is sold by the kilo and put in plastic bag as well as sugar.   


I can see from the entrance foyer brightly dressed Indian woman wearing their Saree, with beautifully groomed hair, carrying a colorful umbrella, walking either by themselves or with family and friends chatting.  Whether these women are with someone or not their faces look serene and peaceful as they go about their daily way of life.   


The men are also of the same mindset it would seem by my observation as they walk or ride a two wheeled bike motorized or not.  They too wear colorful traditional Southern India clothing called a Lungi.  It is long and wraps at the waste and is folded down a couple of times to secure it.  The Lungi is ankle length.  The Lungi can be folded upwards in half to knee length and secure loosely in the front.  This halving of the Lungi makes riding any type bike easier, for walking and it keeps it from getting dirty when it rains.  Some men where shorts under the Lungi some wear it a little shorter.  Any shirt one would wear with slacks or jeans is worn with a Lungi.  The tradition of wearing a Lungi is worn by Indian men of all ages.  


One of the milder times of the Monsoon I was observing the neighbors getting to the neighborhood shops before the heavier rains began again and I saw this Kodak moment.   There where two elderly couples on a bike the husband I’ll assume was pedaling while a rather petite woman in a bright red pattern Saree rode on the back of the bike.  As the man held on to the handle bar with his right hand as he pedaled he was holding a black umbrella over his wife and himself with left hand.  The couple look so very precious and man was very gallant it is apparent shivery is alive and well at least with this Indian man.


The children do allot of praying during the Monsoon season for if the rains flood the streets or the rain is heavy and continuous the children get time off from school.  If other households are anything like the Joseph home there may be a teenager somewhat like Mario Joseph who is glued to the local Chennai news looking to see if the school is closed.  As he waits for the hopeful announcement of a school closing he watches the moment to moment happenings of the weather satellite on the internet as he tries to convince his father as well as himself that the clouds are moving in the direction that will make a school closing a reality.     


As I have stated in earlier Blogs the Chennai traffic is a mess on a good day and a dreaded trip into the city because of it.  The Monsoons only make matters worse.  The water is traveled through on any type of vehicle provided the grill of the car is not submerged or the exhaust pipe on a motor bike.  Once the water is too high this requires a diverting of the traffic and guess what this adds to the mess the city is already in…need I say more.  The city is a sea of colorful umbrellas as the pedestrians walk about taking care of their business.  


On the outskirts of Chennai one can see the thatched roof homes of the Nomadic Tribe People covered with blue plastic tarp to keep the rain out.  These thatched roof homes are dilapidated and practically falling down.  A picture also appeared in the Hindi News showing a family sitting in their dwelling on chairs with water up to knees.  The children sat in children size plastic chairs near a table.    


Today we had some short heavy rainfall with thunder and lighting and intermittent sunshine. India I cannot imagine anything drawing me away from her…She and her people sing to my heart.


May the Hearts of Jesus and Mary Bless You.


Copyright 2009 Linda Mary Liotino 


Tuesday, November 3, 2009

INDIA…TWO MONTHS

Filed under: INDIA — Linda @ 7:28 am

INDIA…TWO MONTHS

Linda Mary Liotino

 

It is my two month anniversary in India on the 7th of November.  The heart who boarded the plane in Newark, New Jersey with visions and I can do got her ears got pinned back.  You CANNOT enter a foreign country whose culture is so different than we are use too, roll up your sleeves and say I have arrived bring me to the children and poor I am ready to get started.  These two months has afforded me a REALITY CHECK. 

First, I have yet to get use to some foods and spices your response would be not to eat what I do not like however, I cannot do that.  When you work with the poor and they invite you into their home one cannot say I do not like something.  Secondly, I must get use to eating true authentic Indian food and not that which we get in the USA which is geared to the American palate. 

The Indian diet is rice based and very high in carbohydrates it is eaten with the right hand.  A spoon is used for soups and the like and on occasional a fork is used.  Actually, so far there is only one dish served when I use the fork.  Why the right hand because the left hand is used for washing all body parts therefore, one does not use the left hand to eat with.  The left hand rest on the lap and is used for pouring and or to pass something.  Every meat side dish is cut from the butcher in bite size pieces for cooking and eating.  The food is served in albumin size single layer cake pan…My best description.   The food is cooked on a gas portable two range cook top that sits on the counter and is fueled by a propane tank.   Any roasting to be done is done in a microwave and the rice is cooked in a pressure cooker.  The plates are fixed by the cook and served individually.  The generous serving of rice is served with any one of the different curries and a side usually chicken served in various mouthwatering ways.  Unless a Hindu or Vegetarian one can enjoy a beef side.  The food is very spicy and hot chilies are used in all the dishes.

The state I live in is Tamilnad and Tamil is the regional language. I have to be able to speak the language reasonable well in order to communicate with the people who live in the villages.  The people of the poor villages often seek from the educated a voice to advocate on their behalf.  Once the villagers get to know you in trust they seek constant help and the lines of need grows daily. 

Working with children is also a fine line to walk not every child on the streets are street children but one who may have gotten separated from their family and is now lost.  They are given safe havens until the parents and child is united.  The children on the streets are controlled by “mafia” who use the children to make money for them.  The child receives hardly any part of the money that is bought in.  Rescuing these children is an act of futility since they are so dependent on these groups of criminals they know no other way of life and often times run back to it.  You cannot on your own start something to protect the children without knowing the laws of India in this area.  Working with other established organizations and religious groups can afford one to volunteer, learn the ropes and or support a child by developing a trust for their education and care.

Lastly, for the purpose of this Blog one has to see the surroundings and conditions that one must be ready to live and work in.  One has to put aside life as one lives it, get down to the bare basics and be prepared to live another cultures bare basics something you know nothing about.  I will elaborate more on this in another Blog.

In spite of the difficulties, the cultural shock and anything else…I sill care for the oppressed and enslaved children this has not diminished for me one iota.  I want God to use me where I am needed in what capacity is His will.  Am I sent by Him yes I believe this with all my heart because of how this all fell into place for me to get here.  I am at times called a saint by some of you I AM NOT I am weak, with my frailties, insecurities and temptations however, I NEED your prayers and continual words of encouragement but mostly your love and support.  Some of you I can run to for a prayer when I am in need and I am assured the prayer warrior in you is storming the gates of heaven for me.

I end this Blog with this some of you expressed a desire to come to India to help during a vacation period.  I would suggest before spending the money to come allow time for me to be steady foot in India and have all in place so that you can be of service, a place for you to stay, looking to your basic needs.  In the mean time save your money and learn all you can about India.  

 

May the Hearts of Jesus and Mary Bless YOU! 

 

Copyright 2009 Linda Mary Liotino