divali came and went with tons of booms and crashes that made us think bombs were going off around sambhavna. I painted all day (made 3 crazy patchy paintings on newspaper canvases glued together with flour and water paste.. ahh all natural materials prove the impact that the sambhavnan state of mind is having on me). Alizarin and Ruth spent their time ‘rejoicing’ (as Roopa would earnestly say) with Roopa on this precious day off (she’s a hardworking ayurvedic doc) playing Indian card games.
We made eggplant with a coconut, peanut, cilantro sauce as well as rice and chapattis cause jayshree didn’t come to cook
Sunday we read in the library- I picked up Food, Inc. and got really into it
At night we watched 2 movies with Amarin, Roman and Roopa (Werner Herzog’s Encounters at the End of the World it think. SHOUT OUT TO NICK HEMENWAY #1 werner Herzog fan du monde.. and District 9 later)
The rest of the week flew by but here are some things that happened…
Tuesday we paper mached hardcore at ICJB with the Children against Dow Carbide, finishing the sculpture’s head, face, body, hair and arms
Alizarin and Ruth watched Casablanca with the kids and Roopa while I talked with two new volunteers who had just arrived after a 36 hour train ride from Calcutta. I wanted to give them the low dows about Sambhavna so it would be easier for them to understand what the system is here than it was for us. They are both named Victoria, very bubbly, from NY and New Orleans respectively and have been traveling all over the middle east and India since July now. They’re here for 10 days. Already we’re having a lot of fun with them.
Wednesday we went to Chowk (a nearby market composed of tiny winding lanes of stands with fabrics, popcorn sellers meandering about, every type of chappal you could possibly want) and to 2 nearby mosques with a schoolteacher who does a lot of work with Sambhavna, Shakila. She originally asked us to do an English lesson but we ended up just kind of hanging out and exploring with her. She was very sweet but a little unclear about the whole thing. We got a new type of ice cream, funky flavored scoops in bright orange cones (alizarin and I got saffron and pistachio, ruth got a neon purple raisin flavor. Indiatastic yum) and saw out of the corner of our eyes a man snapping picks of us enjoying the treat…
Thursday a researcher told us we were in the paper. The random ice cream pick was in the centerfold of the Raj Express! It was Alizarin and the 2 Victorias getting down on their ice cream looking fierce. the caption says how happy they are to be enjoying the ‘beautiful capital’ but they all look they’re about to battle somebody. very funny that 5 white girls is worthy of that kind of coverage. we joked that we eat ice cream so much that many papers could start to feature us in a sort of 'where's waldo?' series where bhopalis would guess where we were lickin' our cones... Also, CNN international came to the clinic that day to interview Sathyu and ended up asking Ruth a few questions about Bhopal and why we were there. Very odd. We just ate our usual 4 sprigs of holy basil (also called tulsi and supposedly an ayurvedic malaria prophalaxis… can’t hurt. maximum malaria protection is the plan) and went on with our day.. Ah and I finished Food Inc.- it was a quite good intro for me to the horror of industrial food production, the harm of ethanol production, the migrant labor system and GM and also a helpful guide in terms of what to do to protest this unnatural, uber-corporate situation that Americans are trapped in. I highly recommend it.
We had a major breakthrough with the kids at ICJB and finally got them involved with the sculpture which they had hitherto been kinda reluctant to get into- partially cause the paper mache was so messy and in a way hard to do. They painted so much- everyone shared bowls of the all natural paint we made from gulal pigment and water or oil (after Sathyu’s rejection of the idea of us using acrylic, the toxicity of which we had never thought about before). Even the little kids got into it- painting her sari yellow and green, her hair black and even criticizing the brown we had mixed and making a better one! it was a great feeling to see all the kids getting into it- joking and teasing us about our hindi all the while. the victories took pictures of the process and we talked about Dow and the water contamination. when the sculpture was all covered with layer # 1 and looking pretty fine, we thought, we had a mini hindi dance party! after the kids left- this time without cajoling from us- we walked with Vikas and got our indulgent post-work tradition underway- TOP ‘N TOWN ICE CREAM TIME! we walked home victorious with the victories…
Today I woke up and did hindi; I can now decipher a lot of sounds from the symbols. my brain is primed with a rocky foundation for really learning this language in-depth. then I helped the victories de-rock the dry ground in the playground area for kids (a work in progress that the gardener, Ratna, told me they will be covering with soft, fastgrowing mossy lawn grass tomorrow and Monday. I pledged our help) Ratna and I made plans to meet Monday about us making a permanent metal sign showing the different plants grown on a map of the garden and she also asked if we could teach her to bake western style bread. I said hell yes but we do have to find an oven or at least the materials to make the solar one we’ve been dreaming of… Later I finished a poster the cleaning lady asked us to do about how to make all natural soap from arita nuts (which the clinic does all the time), read 90 rambling and intense and frankly manic pages to finish off Moon Palace by Paul Auster. I went down to the ping pong room and found Ruth and Alizarin playing a beatly 2 hour long tournament with a bunch of Sambhavna workers who had stayed for the occasion. It was hilarious and so impressive. Then I read more, part of an autobiography of Gandhi in French, and we chilled before a long, amazing dinner. Aloo gobi with green lentils and paratha with cilantro in the batter. My eyes were filled with hearts for Jayshree, as usual. Sathyu teased Ruth mercilessly and that was great. After dinner it was scrabble, envelope making out of hindi newspapers inspired by Ruth and another long story-filled conversation with the Victorias who mostly talked about (and acted out animatedly) crazy experiences they had working together in one of New Orleans’ most famous bars on Bourbon street. There were insane roommates, meth dealers, bounty hunters, hookers from vegas, a attempted shooting and the wacky and dark aftermath of Katrina- in short a whole lot of crazy shit with New Orleans flavor. The two are hilarious and so far very fun to hang out with. We made plans for gardening for tomorrow and alarms are set. Time for teethbrushing with filtered agua and sleep sleep sleep.
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