The Consul's Visit, Dirty Clean Laundry, Photos Galore, Batman in Mumbai and Shabbat at Chabad

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The Consul’s Visit

U.S. Consul General, Peter Haas, photo courtesy of http://mumbai.usconsulate.gov/consul_general.html

            Last Thursday, my eyes lingered on the following day’s lecture schedule when I noticed the head of the U.S. Consulate in Mumbai, Peter Haas, was scheduled to give a special guest lecture. An accounting quiz, finalizing my lecture schedule made for a long, exhausting week. The prospect of listening to an American accent and hearing American diplomatic jargon for an hour had me giddy.

            The auditorium full of students and faculty treated the Consul as if he were Barack Obama. Everyone stood when he entered the room and remained standing until he took his seat. No one took up the consul’s offer to take off their sport coats during his speech. Every questioner, addressed him as “sir”, the same way students address professors and authority figures. 

             The conversation touched on everything from how the United States and India are working together to improve the status of women in India and security in the Indian Ocean, an area of rising geopolitical importance (check out Robert Kaplan’s Monsoon for more information about the role of India in Indian Ocean geopolitics). Indian students were particularly interested in Haas’s advice on how to improve India (according to Haas, India needs to focus on fighting corruption, make its economy more friendly to business expansion and make education more widely accessible) and why so many B-1 business visas are rejected. The question was asked with a hint of snark and elicited a strong response from Haas.

            “It’s not something we’re ashamed of,” Haas said about rejecting B-1 visas. He explained that many Indian companies have misused the B-1 visa over the past few years, prompting the state department to be more stringent in granting visas.

            My favorite part was when Haas answered my question about the U.S.’s relationships with China and India. At the moment, the U.S. is more interested in China because its GDP is three times larger than India’s and it has a better manufacturing infrastructure he said.  But that could change in the future if India, the world’s largest democracy, morphs into an economic behemoth, freeing the U.S. from having to rely on a communist government that routinely silences its citizens in hopes of stifling pangs for democracy and freedom.

            “The one we watch more closely now is China,” Haas said. “But in the future we hope to rely more on India.’

U.S. Consul General Peter Haas opening an umbrella, a gift from my school, to use during monsoon season

Dirty Clean Laundry

The Dhobi Ghat: Valley of Fresh Laundry

           
       I have a new appreciation for washing machines and dryers after having lived here for a month. At the hostel we air dry our clothes on racks and on clothes lines in our rooms. For washing their clothes, some Mumbaikars send their clothes to the Dhobi Ghat, a large outdoor laundry facility near the Mahalaxmi Rail Station. A series of laundry trough canals connects allows the Dhobi Ghats residents to clean thousands of clothing articles a day. Beneath the glint of South Mumbai’s skyscrapers, freshly laundered clothes flutter lazily through the air in this valley of clothes lines and laundry basins. 

We dry laundry the good old fashioned way at my hostel

Taking down laundry in the Dhobi Ghat

            Initially I did not end up at the Dhobi Ghat observation point. I ended up on what I think was the actual path that led to the Dhobi Ghat. Hawkers lined the streets offering neighborhood dwellers fresh eels still jumping in the sales container, dead fish with flies hovering around their heads and pineapple cut in star shaped patterns (which legitimately looked good). When  I first arrived, I left this street fairly quickly. I did not want to mess around with foul smelling fish. But I went back after looking at the laundry cleaning process. I wanted to take a better look at the dead fish. I needed to figure out if people actually ate those eels and try the star shaped pineapple. In the Dhobi Ghat, no one bothered me (or at least no one had the courage or chutzpah to when I was there). It was a chance to walk around for a little bit and observe with a feeling of invisibility. A way to tell myself that not every eye ball was scanning my facial features and trying to guess which country I came from. It was a brief period of time to reflect and observe in silence.      

Nothing like a bath in Dhobi Ghat.

 Photo Montage 

Getting my zen on at the Kandheri Caves at Sanjay Gandhi National Park

Chilling with a gigantic Buddha at the Kandheri Caves, Sanjay Gandhi National Park

Tourists take a break from the caves to refresh in random pools of water at the Kandheri Caves

A local neighborhood group practices a routine for the upcoming Janmashtmi Festival, which honors Hindu god Lord Krishna

Dabbawallas, who deliver food to men and women at work, load up their bicycles

A hostelite, Animesh, shows off bracelets he received from his cousins for the Raksha Bandhan festival

Roommate Peter shows off his Raksha Bandhan bling

A spider at the Kandheri Caves

Hanging out at the Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sanrahalaya, aka the Prince of Wales Museum, the home of many artifacts from all over India

Batman in Mumbai

            I finally saw The Dark Knight Rises this week after many failed attempts. I enjoyed watching Christian Bale kick ass and listening to Bane’s voice, which sounded like a deep Barney the Dinosaur voice mixed with a smooth British baritone accent. But when gun shots first littered the screen, I flinched. It’s something I do during movies, but this time it was not out of my instinctual reaction to loud noises. It was out of fear. The image of James Holmes’ and his frizzy red hair bobbing in his court room chair played in my head. I snuck looks  at the theater entrance, to ensure no suspicious onlookers arrived during the film.

            It was a silly thought to have. I watched the movie at an upscale mall with a high level of security. You have to pass through at least two security checkpoints to enter the complex. Additionally, guns are difficult to obtain in India. Perhaps my discomfort during the movie was not a fear that a gunman would enter the theater, but my way of coping with a national tragedy while being thousands of miles from home. Ten minutes of intermission and a few swigs of Snapple eased my fears and made for a more enjoyable second half of Batman. But for me and thousands of others, James Holmes has tainted my memories of the Dark Knight.

Shabbat at Chabad

            After three weeks of eating a steady diet of chappati, daal, rice and other Indian dishes I was craving challah, matzo ball soup and the other staples of a hearty shabbas meal. Thanks to my lovely mother, who worked her connections and put me in contact with Chabad of Mumbai, I have enjoyed a delightful shabbas meal at the local Chabad house the past two weeks. Due to difficulties with its previous building, it is temporarily housed in a hotel in South Mumbai with a view of the Arabian Sea.

            I spent the first few minutes of my first visit giggling as I acclimated to my surroundings. When I first arrived at the hotel, I was greeted with a warm smile from the hotel receptionist, dressed in a starched white uniform and hair tied back in a neat bun. At my hostel, I am greeted by frumpy security guards who try to cajole me into signing back into the complex. The stark differences continued when I entered Chabad’s suite. The suite has two bathrooms flanked by glass walls and a bath tub (which one of the Chabad leaders joked is never used). At the hostel, water has the tendency to seep from the base of the toilets. For a while, one of the hot water knobs routinely fell off when you turned it.

            In India I constantly hear a foreign language. It’s usually Hindi, but it could be Urdu, Gujarati, Marathi, or another language that is spoken throughout the country. But at Chabad, Hebrew was the preferred foreign language.

            A trip to a Jewish place, would not be complete without establishing some random mutual Jewish friend. It took about 5 minutes for me to discover that one of the dinner attendees was an AEPi brother of an old childhood friend.