Monthly Archives: July 2015

Early morning at the Chetak Hotel

What I really like about staying at the Chetak is I get up early, do what I do before leaving my room, then make it downstairs to the outdoor lobby where I’m the first person up and have the whole lobby to myself. I polish off a scrambled egg and toast and (yes) a cup of coffee. The coffee is actually pretty good. I FaceTime Bruce and Bear and begin posting my blog.

I forgot to mention I finished The Other Daughter yesterday during the harrowing drive from Mumbai to Pune. It was a good decoy to keep my mind on anything other than getting squeezed like a bug between two or three large goods carrying trucks as my driver weaved crazily in and out of them in the pouring rain. Did I mention the pot holes? There was a section of the expressway before heading up the hill where there were a million potholes about the size of a kids blowup swimming pool. It was really fun being in the car in the dark in the rain while my driver and all the other crazy drivers around us navigated through what I’ll now refer to as Pot Hole City.

I just finished my breakfast and cup of coffee and still no sign of life other than those who work here. The streets are coming alive, however, with the sound of vehicles honking at anyone and anything to get outta their way.

Yesterday.  This photo … Really? 

Pano of some poor housing I walked by yesterday. There are many houses in such poor state, and many much worse.  

Motor scooters parked outside the park near the Institute.
  

The sidewalks have improved quite a bit. This used to be a dangerous walking zone for ankles. It’s really quite beautiful now. 

When I went to practice this morning the decorations were being put up for the Guru Purnima celebrations to be held this evening, when spiritual teacher(s) are celebrated and honored. Tonight Geetaji will be conducting a pranayama class followed by a call and response recitation of the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali in Sanskrit. Here are photos of some of the decorations.

    
  

  
This bottom photo is a statute of Ramamani Iyengar, Guruji’s wife who died when she was 46. The Institue was named after her – Ramamani Iyengar Memorial Yoga Institute. This is right inside the gate when you walk onto the property.

Along the way back from the Institute … School boy friends.

 

These boys were more than happy to wave for the photo. Btw, you can’t really see this, but the van is packed overflowing with boys. 

This is a typical site. There’s a lot of pollution so it’s a good idea to filter your air intake.

 

I am off now to get ready for tonight’s class and celebration. Happy Guru Purnima to those celebrating.
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Safe in Pune

My plane landed in Mumbai this morning at 2:15 am, and I arrived safely in Pune around 7:15. The drive was crazy. It was raining, pouring at times, and my driver was a maniac. I went straight out of business class to absolute insanity.

After showering I met up with my yoga friend Jill from Australia. We’re both staying at the Chetak Hotel tonight and tomorrow night and moving into the 3-bedroom Anugraha flat next door to the Institute Saturday (the same flat where I stayed in 2013).

Here I am with Jill and Harshada (in between us) who manages both the Chetak and the Anugraha flat. 

 

Jill and I took our umbrellas for a walk to the Institute this morning to check in. 

 

I’Il never forget the first time I walked into the courtyard at the Institute in 2013, turning the corner to see Guruji sitting on a bench by the door. His presence was so strong, and it still is.  

    

We ran into Vashant (in between Jill & me), a very nice man who I purchased some t-shirts from in 2013. The guy on the left is the man who sells coconuts after class every day.

  

The meeting of the members of the Board of Directors of the Corn Club will now come to order.

    

Wifi is frustrating and I’m having difficulties uploading photos to the blog. Maybe I’ll have better luck tomorrow.

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Hanging in Business Class

I finished Three Wishes. Now half way through The Other Daughter by Lauren Willeg.

This business class on Emirates is almost as good as any vacation destination where it takes you. Seriously.

First I get to LAX and breeze through checkin and security, only to find myself with more than ample time to spend in the Emirates lounge.  

    
 
  
Pano of The Spread.    
Looking down in the terminal from the balcony. Gotta get a selfie here.   

   
Greeted on the top deck of the Airbus.   

   
Selfies in my private world.  

    
     
 
A little snack of way too many nuts than a person should eat at one time and a glass of Grgich Chardonnay.  

  
Dinner (very good butternut squash soup btw) 

    
     
 
I watched a movie – Child 44 (Tom Hardy is great as a soviet secret police in 1953 Russia) followed by the first 2 episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm before turning in for the night. Or is it day? My body is preparing for that confusion.  

  
When I wake up from my nap, my personal monitor tells me we’re flying over the North Pole. I find that odd. When’s breakfast?

After I posted the stuff above I fell asleep again. Got a really good night’s sleep.

Oh, there’s breakfast.  

 

Off I go to catch the final leg of my trip. Next post from iNdia …
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On my way

Packed, Bear walked, breakfast eaten & out the door. I was so organized this morning it was hard to believe.

A very quiet day at San Diego Airport. No lines. All went well until I went to check my bag in. 2lbs overweight. So … I have to dig through my bag (with people waiting behind me) to find a 2lb article to pull out & stuff into my backpack. Found the perfect item- an envelope of Yoga Vidyas Linda Nishio asked me to deliver to the Institute. It fits nicely in my backpack so all is well.

Off to my terminal when I find a currency exchange booth and get 9,240Rs, which equals exactly $176.39 U.S. dollars which includes a $9.95 service charge. Now I don’t have to worry about trying to make the exchange in Mumbai. These Rupees should last me a while. I’ll let you know when I run out …

I’ve already started the list of things I’m going to miss…

  

Last night I downloaded 4 audiobooks on my iPhone & 3 movies on my MacBook, so I’m all set for entertainment. I’ve only got about 45 minutes left of the latest book “Three Wishes” by Liane Moriarty – a good one. I should be done with that in about, um, 45 minutes.

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Final touches

One day to countdown and things are looking good on the home front.  Bear took a shower with me this morning so she’ll smell pretty while I’m gone.

I find it appropriate at this time to share an email sent to me before my first trip to India by one of my students who did a lot of traveling to India for work (IT related). I found it funny when I first read it and it hasn’t lost its humor a day before leaving on my second journey there.

The unaltered email goes as follows:

“From: MJ

Date: July 25, 2013, 11:16:04 AM PDT

To: Chere Thomas <obyoga@mac.com>

Subject: My India Short List

Sorry for taking my SAT in sending this, I’ve been swamped. 
This is my experience from the 4 Indian stages I have been to. I have tried to put down things that might not be stated explicitly in travel books etc. In no particular order….
– Hand sanitizer: I would never use this stuff anywhere but India. Use it often cos being sick in India sucks. I have been there, it’s frightening.
– Pepto, Imodium and any other reactive drugs you can get your hands on.

– only eat cooked things, never eat salads or cold dishes. Avoid buffets. One time I was at a work related event. My colleagues ordered the food for the table. I tried all sorts of things thinking that they knew I was western and that they’d only order things I could eat. When I missed work for two days I told one of the managers I had been sick from the food. He said, “what did you eat?” and I said, “the red curry, the okra, the ricey thing wrapped in banana leaves…” and he stopped me and said, “oh, you ate the banana rice?” and I said, “yeah, of course, you guys told me to try everything” and he said, “oh yeah, y’see I wouldn’t have eaten that” so I said, “well then why the heck would you order it?” and he said, “oh, I thought that you might like to try it” WTF man, we work together and you got me poisoned?

– don’t eat street food. I have never done this but heard only bad things. Even my Indian colleagues tell me not to do this and that is saying a lot.

– only drink hot coffee or tea: I personally love their tea. Well, I love their food too but obviously need to be judicious. But no cold coffee or tea and especially no ice.

– only drink from dry glasses: when glasses are brought to ur table make sure they are dry. Water borne bacteria usually die when the water dries! Needless to say make they open your bottled water on front of you.

– keep your mouth closed in the shower!!! That water will make u sick no matter what way it gets into you.

– when brushing teeth rinse with bottled water. Keep ur toothbrush with your luggage, try not to leave it near the sink.

– Theft from hotel rooms is common even in luxury hotels. One girl I work with repeatedly had make-up stolen. They didn’t touch her money or watch but stole her half-used mascara!

– taxis: try and only get taxis approved by your hotel or other sources you trust. Indian taxi drivers see you as a walking source of cash so they bring you to their ‘cousin’s’ carpet emporium for ‘just a quick stop’ to see if you’d like anything. One friend of my mine was brought to three consecutive ‘cousin’s’ nick-nack shops before finally being brought to his hotel. Needless to say the taxi driver gets a kickback from his cousin.

Tipping: I am sure the travel books will confirm this but tipping is optional in India. I did it a lot but only for people who didn’t scam me.

– Malaria: Im sure you have Maladrone or some other anti-malarial. Regardless I would use spray-on insecticide. DEET is obviously quite evil but there may be homepathic ointments available at People’s or wherever.

– Guys holding hands: only STRAIGHT guys hands in India. It is a very homophobic society so notions such as gay marriage are incomprehensible to the average Indian. You will rarely see women hold hands.

– Guys groping western women: even though India is quite matriarchal there is still a lot of sexism and masochism. I spent time there with girls I work with and walking down the street these random guys would try these insidious little gropes as they walked by. I didn’t realize until I was told it was happening under my nose.

– Filth: you will get used it quickly. It is the filthiest place I have ever been and I have been a lot places. It makes countries like Morocco and Vietnam look like operating theaters. 

– Yes means no. Apart from head wobble which looks like they are saying no instead of yes, they tend to tell you yes even when the answer is no. The wrong way to ask the concierge is “can I walk there in 15 minutes?” This should instead be phrased as “how long does it take to walk there?” I still haven’t mastered question asking in India. “will my laundry be ready by 6pm?” caused me a heckavulatof problems one time. I should have said something like, “if my laundry isn’t ready by 6pm I am going to call your manager, so when ccan my laundry be ready?”

– The Man: the cops / army at the airport and other places are typically quite macho and even if there is no problem they try to act like there is one. The basically want you to respect / fear them. I usually just ignore them and try not to engage. Bribes are pretty common but the couple of times they tried it on I just played dumb and got away with it.  

You may randomly see guys dressed a semi-cops. They’ll be wearning some kind of pants, shirt and a police-style cap with a brow on it. They try to act like they are badasses but they’re even less relevant than rent-a-cops. They typically work at hotels etc.

I have a good story about a hotel manager who had to be The Man until Oracle threatened to withdraw their contract if a payment wasn’t removed from my credit card. It would take to long to type, it’s a story for another day.

Big Deal: You may find situations where people will act like something is a big deal. For example, you might have a reservation at a hotel or somewhere and the person checking you in is staring at the computer screen acting like something is wrong. They call a manager out and start yapping in Telegu or something and then a third manager is called. There may be questions here and there directed at you but the answers will not seem to solve the issue. Sit tight, it will be resolved in due course! I never figured out what this charade is about but I have seen it played out a few times.

– Western vegetarianism: they assume every westerner eats cow and chicken etc. So if Indians are bringing you out they tend to bring you somewhere with meat. They might bring you to a readlly shoddy Johnny Rockets thinking that’s what you want. You’re dealing with the legacy of a long line of westerners who want western food in an *ethnic setting*.  

– The British legacy: it’s pretty entertaining to see it in action, they say things like ‘what is your good name madam?’ which means nothing more than ‘what’s your name?’ or ‘kindly do the needful’ which means ‘do what I just told you to’ or ‘I have a query’ which obviously means that they have a question.

Blatant staring: depending upon where you are people may stare at you fixedly without blinking for minutes on end. I could never adjust to this.

– Mustaches: they make men look brave. Very brave. If you see a guy without a mustache please let me know 🙂   

That’s all for now, have a great trip!

mj”
I just heard on the news SD is expecting some “monsoonal weather” in the next several days. I wonder if it will be anything like the forecasted monsoonal thunderstorms with temps in the 80s in Pune for the next 10 days straight, and indefinitely after that?? It’s the end of monsoon season there, so I’ll be carrying my umbrella with me at all times.
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News from the North

Robb & Alo at the Larkey Wildlife Center. This is at the same park where we had the baby shower, very close to their home.

Great Horned Owl 

   
Lizard 

 
“Want to see the poop?” Yes, Alo, everyone wants to see the poop … 


Meanwhile, back at the house, Bear recovers from her walk. 

 

While Hogan enjoys a head of lettuce. 

 

And … HEY! That’s MY spot! 

 
She must think that if she closes her eyes I won’t see her…

Countdown to iNdia – 2 days. I booked a round trip SD to LA flight (only $167) so Bruce doesn’t have to drive me to LA Tuesday. This will give him more time for the honey do list. Haha

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Birds Tortoise Dog

Birds on the fence eating the wild bird food Bruce puts out for them. We started out with only 4 or 5 birds, and that number has grown to sometimes losing count. They hang out and wait on nearby branches and wires until the food appears in the morning. 

Birds on a wire.

 
Tortoise v. Garden Ornament … Hogan seems to have gotten himself in a bind trying to navigate from one flower bed to another. 

 
Bear can’t seem to figure out how he got himself into such a dilemma. She’d help if she could. Really she would.

 
Yesterday this baby dove got itself stuck (hmm, do you see a pattern here?) on the deck outside our bedroom window. It tried to fly away but couldn’t get past about half way up the railing glass.  

   
I gave a little help by scooping it up. When I lifted it above the railing, it sat in the palm of my hand for a few seconds until a gray dog barged out and scared it away. As soon as it flew to a tree across the street, both its parents appeared from the neighbor’s yard and followed it. I was really close to getting a photo of it in my hand until Bear scared it away. Photo op of a lifetime – poof! 

 

iNdia countdown – 3 days.

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Lots of catching up to do

I’ll start with Wednesday night. You might remember my post after the OB Street Fair when I posted a photo of me with Pt Loma High Pointer Sister Linda Haselton Burke. Well, Linda invited me to join her and two other PS, Carol Dodson Davis and Barbie Kramer, at Humphreys for the Happy Together Tour (The Turtles, The Association, The Buckinghams, Mark Lindsay (Paul Revere & The Raiders) & The Cowsills). We met up at the Bali Hai for happy hour – note the “happy” theme. I had a blast. Here’s a me & Carol selfie. 

 
And a selfie of all of us – me, Carol, Linda, Barbie.  Do you think thats a photo bomb behind us?


It was a beautiful night. 

 
Look at all those gray hairs.  

 
Meanwhile, up north – “Cheers!” while waiting for the new baby …

 
Child prodigy. Although I think some of that resembles Robb’s coloring.  

 And closer to home. In fact at home, Maya’s got a new Kindle, Sparty’s happy with his toy and Bear’s bored with it all.
 
That’s all for now. India’s 4 days away and my sinuses are messed up. Again.

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Lightening, Thunder, Rain, Priority Seating, Selfie Stick, Gymnastics!!

Some people will do anything to get priority seating!

As I write this post, it’s pouring outside, and I hear thunder like it’s nobody’s business. Wow. This is a native Southern Californian’s dream come true. I can’t stop gawking out the window. It started at the break of dawn, let up just in time to take Bear for a walk and for my students to arrive for class, then at 11am the sky opened up. It’s going to be a fun day!

Thursday – Robb and the selfie stick. 

 

I think everyone needs to be on board when the picture is taken.  Robb: “I think it’s working.” Akuch: “I don’t think it’s working.” Alo: “It’s a birdie over there.”

 

Robb sent me some great photos this morning he took on top of Mt. Diablo.   

This was their picnic spot.  

Taking a break in the shade, still at Mt. Diablo.
 

More YouTube fun from Maya’s first Big Girl Gymnastics class:


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“I’m a big girl”

That’s what Maya said to her new gym coach when she walked up to gymnastics today, this being her first day in the “Big Kids Class.”

After many months of watching the big kids line up in a “choo choo train” she finally got to lead the train. As they walked away, she looked over at me with a big smile. No tears today. So cool. 

 The only bad thing about this is me being banned from the mat. I have to sit with the even bigger people in the viewing area. This gets better every time she looks over at me with a big smile waiving (this has happened at least 5 times already and class only started 10 minutes ago). It’s a happy day! I can see she’s learning some new things, and with ease. 

There she is at the far end doing butterfly legs. 

 Blogged on Amma’s iPad from the even bigger area at San Diego Gymnastics