Rain

It just rained for the first time in four months. It was wonderful! I stood on my terrace and was reminded of why I love Indian rain. It is warm, not cold. It pours at a slant and soaks you in one minute. The sound of thunder echoes in the sky several times a minute and the lightning is magnificent. It is the veins of the sky, encouraging the thunder and the rain.
I was standing there, soaked, when three green and orange parrots flew in a straight line in front of me. It was beautiful.
In three weeks I will leave India, my family and my home. I am scared to go back to Portland. I know it will be different than I imagine and I will realize that no one will have had the same experiences as me. No one will fully understand it. I know I will be frustrated, and sometimes mad and annoyed but I wouldn't take back this year for anything.
That is why exchange is kind of like rain. It is different in all parts of the world. It has it's thunder and it's lightning. Sometimes it sprinkles and sometimes it pours. And when you are soaked, there comes a silver lining. Something that makes you smile, and you appreciate the rain. You appreciate the thing that makes you irritated and mad. You love it with all your heart because you know that there will never again be the same exact storm. 

Update

I finally got in touch with an orphanage! It is ten minutes from my house, so every day I teach English for one to two hours. There are around thirty kids from ages five to seventeen and they surprise me every day with how much they want to learn. They are always enthusiastic about anything we do. They don't know very much English so I speak in Hindi and English. Sometimes it is very difficult to communicate, but somehow they always understand. They make me appreciate so much more the one month that I have left. 

I am visiting one of the other students in Nasik for a week. It is a city twelve hours away from Nagpur by train. The city is smaller, but is steadily growing. It is also very nice to have a break from the extreme heat in Nagpur! We are spending time visiting the holy river that runs through Nasik, enjoying fresh mangoes, studying Hindi and of course, taking in India. 

I will post the rest of my North tour journals when I get back.

Namaste,

Hannah

Forts and Palaces

We visited many forts and palaces on the tour. These were mostly in Rajasthan and they have a very rich history. The Amber Fort in Jaipur was one of the first we visited. I would say it was my favorite. The architecture was beautiful and the intricate carvings and ancient imported tiles and mirrors were breath-taking.
At another palace there was a king (in India known as a maharaja) who was 7 feet tall and 4 feet wide. So much for me being tall!
At Tiger Fort we learned how sneaky these maharajas were. This fort was only inhabited for one generation. The king who lived here had 9 wives! He made 9 separate living quarters for each wife and had a secret passage way to get to any of their rooms without them knowing so they wouldn't get jealous. Very sneaky!

North Tour: Jabalpur and shopping in Rajasthan

At 8am we left got Jabalpur in two small vans. We drove a few hours and stopped for breakfast. We were only 20km from where they found Mogli, the boy from 'The Jungle Book'. The book is based on a true story! My dad and I used to read it together and it was one of my favorites. I never thought I would be so close to where it happened.
We drove another 6 hours until we reached Jabalpur at 4pm. We visited a  huge waterfall which is part of the Holy Rive Narmada. The waterfall is like the Indian version of Niagra Falls. There were many people bathing themselves in the river. We went down the river and went boating. There were huge, beautiful marble rocks surrounding us. The water gets to 1,000 feet deep!
We drove to dinner and boarded the train for Jaipur. 
Jaipur was a great place for marketing. Every shop for 1 km was full of scarves, skirts, wall hangings, embroidered pieces of cloth, shoes made of camel leather, and dolls made from wood and cloth. We bartered for our items and usually convinced the shop owners to cut the price in half after telling them we live in India. When we walked down the street the shop keepers beckoned us into their shops. "Come, look", "One moment, look beautiful scarves", "Yes, yes, I have very good selection". It was what I remember thinking what India would be like. The many vehicles on the road, the beautiful saris, the voices of the shopkeepers. Rajasthan is the foreigners stereotype of India.

Coming home from the North Tour made me realize many things. When I walked into my room, my nose flooded with the familiar smells of India. I was immediately reminded of the first time I stepped into my room. It seems like so long ago. I remember being so uncertain of what to do and say. But most of all, I realized that I have a home in India. The second I walked into the house after 26 days, I felt relieved to be back.
    I know I am going to miss India. She has done so much for me. I have learned life lessons this year that only India could have taught me. And for that I am forever grateful.
    I only have a little longer than 2 months left. On June 10th I will be getting on a plane and saying goodbye to my loving host family and this amazing country. Until then I have every intention to make the most of my stay here.
    If there is one thing I know for sure, I will be leaving not only a part of my old self in India, but also half of my heart. That is the only thing I can give her for how much she has done for me.

नमस्ते (Namaste),

There are many things that I don't think of as "different" anymore. As I have often been reminded, there are many aspects of India that Americans would find out of the ordinary. I have put together a list of things that occurs in my daily life here.

1. I take my shoes off before entering any sort of building. This includes temples/ houses/ shops/ rooms in schools, ect. This is done to show respect and of course to keep the floors clean!

2. I take auto rickshaws at least once a day. These are three wheeled taxis with no doors, painted yellow and black (the colors vary according to where you are in the country) and often look like they are going to fall apart. They are my  major form of transportation and I get a lot of practice communicating in Hindi with the drivers, as many of them don't speak English. I barter for each trip and it usually costs around 30 rupees ($.60) for a 5 minute trip and up  to 80 rupees ($1.60) for 15 minutes. It is a very convenient form of transportation.

3. There are always so many people on the street. At any given time I would say there are at least 10 people nearby. This means there is always someone or something making noise. Whether it is honking, hammering, yelling, crying, TVs, or the sounds of engines, there is always sound. At first it was overwhelming, but I now find it relaxing and soothing. Noise and people are definitely two things that I will miss about India.

4. Given that I am white, tall and blonde I tend to get lots of stares from the Indians. It is something that I don't notice as much anymore. The women generally just stare and then look away if I look back. Young girls will sometimes come up to me and ask where I am from. The men and teenage boys often ride by on their motorcycles and yell things like "Aare Yaar", "Foreigner!", "Hey babe!", "Hey, Hello, Hi", "Where from?". I usually just ignore them and keep walking. Indians also like to take pictures of me and the other exchange students and we usually ask them not to.

5. Another thing that I will miss is that most buildings in the city have roof terraces. It is so nice to stand on top of my house and watch the city.

I know this is not a very long list, but it is surprisingly difficult to think of everything that used to seem so different. I guess it means I am fully immersed in the culture :) 

हना (Hannah)

Indian Wedding

Namaste,
As some of you may know, I had never been to a wedding before. How appropriate that my first one be in India :)
There was no walking down the aisle, music playing, everyone seated in organized rows, silence. Nope. Instead it was held in a huge temple, chairs were randomly placed here and there, everyone was talking and in the middle of it all was a beautiful square tent where the bride, the groom, their parents and siblings all sat. As the ceremony proceeded everyone ate their lunch and talked amongst each other while the bride and groom were married.
The bride wore a beautiful red and white sari with a veil.  Red dots were lined from one side of her forehead to the other and she wore bangles eight inches up her arm. Her right hand was tied with the grooms right hand and placed under a scarf. He wore a red turban with a gold patterned jacket and baggy brown patterned pants. The fathers and brothers of the bride and groom wore white handkerchiefs on their heads, the ends tucked behind their ears. 
On one side sat the bride and groom with the brides parents to the right and the grooms parents to the left. Across from them sat the pandit (leader of the procession). He chanted for around five minutes while the parents took turns scooping oil into a spoon and pouring it on a fire in a bowl. 
The bride and groom stood and walked around the table in the center seven times before sitting down again.
The older brother of the groom unsheathed a knife and stood behind the couple holding it in his right hand to his chest. The pandit held a platter of rose petals and continued to chant as he tossed the rose petals, falling delicately over the bride and groom. The platter was passed along to the older brother who then held it over the couple as their heads were pressed together.  
The groom was given the knife and a plate of kaju katli (an indian sweet). I personally didn't see this one coming... He hit the plate with the knife and it broke into pieces. Everyone cheered! 
The cloth holding their hands together was untied and the groom took out a gold necklace that was put around the brides neck. Blessings were given by the parents and rings were exchanged. Not only did the couple exchange rings but also the parents. The pandit said a few words and the new married couple were off to their house!