This last Saturday I shifted out of Keshod and am now in my flat in Ahmedabad, where I plan on staying for the next one month. Leaving Keshod was a rushed affair but I managed to shift everything except my closet that is still in that room. I had a smile on my face when I said bye to that room. When I was making the last rounds to check whether I had forgoten anything there, I went in the room and just saw myself sitting on my mattress in that room, with a laptop in my lap and working away in pj's. It was a positive memory and am glad I have it. I probably will go back to say my final byes to the people there as I was not able to say bye to any of them. Which reminds me, I need to call them all. There are many people who made my stay there comfortable and helped me in a variety of different ways. I want a chance to acknowledge that to them. When I was leaving Keshod, yes I did have a few tears in my eyes. I cried for a while I was in the car, for many things actually. That place taught me a lot about my own country, sometimes the good side, and sometimes the horribly wrong sides. I recently met my uncle and he said something very important that holds true in this situation. I had asked him what is the difference between love and infatuation, how do you know what you feel towards someone or something. To that he replied, if you are infatuated by someone or something, you will only see it's positive side. That person or the thing can never be wrong, everything will always be rosy as all you are blinded by is the happy, positive things. But when you love something or someone, you very well know the good and the bad about that person or thing, and you love it in it's entirety. You don't love certain parts of a person or a place, you love it entirely. It's a package deal you see :P In the beginning of my journey, I was really happy to be here and I was really appreciating being in that place. But in a few discussions with people in Canada, someone pointed out that perhaps I am just going through my honeymoon phase with India, everything is beautiful, everything is positive and great because I have not had any negative experiences yet. Well, I have seen the worst side of this country, my home, and I still love it. I am still very happy to be here. I know this is not the last time I will be here. I know I will keep coming again and again because otherwise there will always be something missing. Yes I have a very comfortable and privileged life in Canada that I can just keep living in, no hassles, no problems and it is a very self centered life at that point, but I don't want that at this stage of my life. If given a chance to get another internship in India, I would probably take it up again. You can spend a lifetime studying and researching in India and you will still never fully understand it. But right now, all I know is, this is not the time to take up a 9-5 desk job. This is my time to move around, be flexible and see as much of the world as I possibly can. Right now, my decisions only affect me, no one else, and I love that.
In the meanwhile, I am happy to be in Ahmedabad. I was cleaning up my bathrooms in the flat with my jeans rolled up to my knees, an old tshirt and hair tied up in a pony tail, but still I felt good cleaning up the old dirt. This is my house that I intent on making my home over the next month. So it's worth it cleaning up your home. So that is my motivation to keep my jeans rolled up and my hair tied up for the next round of cleaning starting up in the next half an hour or so.
Love,
Richa
Monday, March 2, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
AIR 116
Hi,
I think my subconscious mind has started accepting that I will be leaving soon. When I woke up in the morning, the last image of my dream that I remember was running to catch flight AIR 116. It’s probably because I have entered the last week of my stay here in Keshod. Yesterday I had a break for sometime in between translations and I started looking at my photos covering the last 5 years of my life, from the end of high school to the 4 years of college life and the last year. I usually never used to see the videos as I tend to prefer photos for some reason. But yesterday I happened to click on one of the videos and it was a video of my 19th birthday party, that was 2nd year. It was a fun time, although it ended too soon! It’s fantastic that I can look back at all these pics and videos and they can still make me laugh. While it’s true that friends lose touch, lose contact or in the worst of cases they part on bad terms, I guess all we end up with at the end of the day is some few lovely memories perhaps. Of course there are the shitty ones as well, but I tend to have a bad memory so the little memory space I have is more occupied in remembering the good stuff over the bad stuff. So for all those lovely memories, thanks to one and all!
On a different note, I have noticed that I am starting to get in my aggressive mode. Every time I come to India for more than a month, towards the end of my stay I start getting very aggressive and irritable. Just this morning when I was walking to the office, I felt like staring back at all those eyes that were watching me. But I didn’t. Just like everyday, I either looked up, straight at some obscure point or the ground in front of me rather than meet the sometimes curious and sometimes perverted eyes that are invariably looking at me every time I pass by. Earlier I used to wonder why do most Indian people at least tend to look down when they walk. I would get really really irritated and would think this has to do with a lack of confidence or that they are just oppressed in some way. But because I have started doing the same thing, I can at least speak for myself now and explain why I do it. It’s not about a lack of confidence, at least not for me. It is mostly men who are staring at me. The moment I look up and actually make eye contact even for a brief second, they think that I am giving them the green signal. If a guy is roaming around on his bike and you look up at him, he will turn around if he has to, but he will come after you. There is a saying here, “ungli do to pura haath pakad lete hai” “you give them a finger and they will grab your whole hand”. And as for women, I am not able to yet figure out why I don’t bother even making eye contact with them. Part of the reason can be that because I walk around with my hair open, and have a city like dressing sense, they think I am a spoilt girl. That’s what people in villages usually tend to think about city girls. They are spoilt – in what way precisely, am not too sure. I think they just find me odd. Once when I was walking by, a kid actually asked his mother in Gujarati “What type of girl is that!” Unfortunately my Gujarati is not well enough to understand what the mother replied back.
Nonetheless, the point is I am getting more aggressive. I think it’s just a defence mechanism. I have observed that about myself or I guess it’s a rule in general, you fight with those you love the most. I think my fight with India has started. I try to remind myself of all the negative shit that I know takes place here, I guess as just a method of making it easier to leave it and just detach. I know it’s not exactly the most healthy behaviour to cope with such situations, but at the moment that is what I am doing. While brushing my teeth this morning, I had to convince myself to stop being grumpy and if not smile, then at least be in a calm frame of mind.
I am alright otherwise. I know all of this “ohh I don’t want to leave India” blogs give the impression that I am dreading coming back home. I am not. In fact, bit by bit I have started looking forward to it now. I have started reminding myself of all the good things about home. I am not exactly able to predict how I will be once I am back there. At the moment I am in limbo right now, neither here nor there. Or as a lovely professor once taught the word to me, I am at a liminal stage.
I think my subconscious mind has started accepting that I will be leaving soon. When I woke up in the morning, the last image of my dream that I remember was running to catch flight AIR 116. It’s probably because I have entered the last week of my stay here in Keshod. Yesterday I had a break for sometime in between translations and I started looking at my photos covering the last 5 years of my life, from the end of high school to the 4 years of college life and the last year. I usually never used to see the videos as I tend to prefer photos for some reason. But yesterday I happened to click on one of the videos and it was a video of my 19th birthday party, that was 2nd year. It was a fun time, although it ended too soon! It’s fantastic that I can look back at all these pics and videos and they can still make me laugh. While it’s true that friends lose touch, lose contact or in the worst of cases they part on bad terms, I guess all we end up with at the end of the day is some few lovely memories perhaps. Of course there are the shitty ones as well, but I tend to have a bad memory so the little memory space I have is more occupied in remembering the good stuff over the bad stuff. So for all those lovely memories, thanks to one and all!
On a different note, I have noticed that I am starting to get in my aggressive mode. Every time I come to India for more than a month, towards the end of my stay I start getting very aggressive and irritable. Just this morning when I was walking to the office, I felt like staring back at all those eyes that were watching me. But I didn’t. Just like everyday, I either looked up, straight at some obscure point or the ground in front of me rather than meet the sometimes curious and sometimes perverted eyes that are invariably looking at me every time I pass by. Earlier I used to wonder why do most Indian people at least tend to look down when they walk. I would get really really irritated and would think this has to do with a lack of confidence or that they are just oppressed in some way. But because I have started doing the same thing, I can at least speak for myself now and explain why I do it. It’s not about a lack of confidence, at least not for me. It is mostly men who are staring at me. The moment I look up and actually make eye contact even for a brief second, they think that I am giving them the green signal. If a guy is roaming around on his bike and you look up at him, he will turn around if he has to, but he will come after you. There is a saying here, “ungli do to pura haath pakad lete hai” “you give them a finger and they will grab your whole hand”. And as for women, I am not able to yet figure out why I don’t bother even making eye contact with them. Part of the reason can be that because I walk around with my hair open, and have a city like dressing sense, they think I am a spoilt girl. That’s what people in villages usually tend to think about city girls. They are spoilt – in what way precisely, am not too sure. I think they just find me odd. Once when I was walking by, a kid actually asked his mother in Gujarati “What type of girl is that!” Unfortunately my Gujarati is not well enough to understand what the mother replied back.
Nonetheless, the point is I am getting more aggressive. I think it’s just a defence mechanism. I have observed that about myself or I guess it’s a rule in general, you fight with those you love the most. I think my fight with India has started. I try to remind myself of all the negative shit that I know takes place here, I guess as just a method of making it easier to leave it and just detach. I know it’s not exactly the most healthy behaviour to cope with such situations, but at the moment that is what I am doing. While brushing my teeth this morning, I had to convince myself to stop being grumpy and if not smile, then at least be in a calm frame of mind.
I am alright otherwise. I know all of this “ohh I don’t want to leave India” blogs give the impression that I am dreading coming back home. I am not. In fact, bit by bit I have started looking forward to it now. I have started reminding myself of all the good things about home. I am not exactly able to predict how I will be once I am back there. At the moment I am in limbo right now, neither here nor there. Or as a lovely professor once taught the word to me, I am at a liminal stage.
Monday, February 16, 2009
2 weeks notice
Hi,
In pj's, listening to Enigma and sitting on my bed writing this. Just came back from Ahmedabad this morning and while climbing the stairs upto my apartment, I realized this maybe the last time I am coming back from Ahmedabad to Keshod. I am here just for 2 more weeks, so having quite a bit of mixed feelings regarding that. While I have one more month in Ahmedabad after this, part of me still feels anxious that holy shit, just one more month. Today if Feb 16, and the technical finish date of my work. My work is nowhere near finished and I will be working on it even when am in Ahmedabad. I have to seriously buck up and get somethings done during this week.
But sometimes it can be so distracting, this silly mind starts wandering all over the place. I don't know what I will be doing once am back in Victoria. If all goes well, I will be in grad school by early September, but in the meanwhile, I don't know what I will do. Part of me suspects that I might get more lonely there in Victoria than I have been here in Keshod and especially Ahmedabad. So at the moment, just trying to get back in a frame of mind which has Victoria in it. At the same time, I find myself tightly holding on to my life here in Ahmedabad. Yes, I am looking forward to sitting on my couch on a lazy rainy day, with a warm cup of tea and a pirated copy of a bollywood movie playing on my tv when am in Victoria. But I cannot help but look back over these last few months and I guess just be thankful for this experience and all that has happened.
Anyway, I should return to work now, or start my work now to be more precise. Hope you are safe and well.
Love
Richa
In pj's, listening to Enigma and sitting on my bed writing this. Just came back from Ahmedabad this morning and while climbing the stairs upto my apartment, I realized this maybe the last time I am coming back from Ahmedabad to Keshod. I am here just for 2 more weeks, so having quite a bit of mixed feelings regarding that. While I have one more month in Ahmedabad after this, part of me still feels anxious that holy shit, just one more month. Today if Feb 16, and the technical finish date of my work. My work is nowhere near finished and I will be working on it even when am in Ahmedabad. I have to seriously buck up and get somethings done during this week.
But sometimes it can be so distracting, this silly mind starts wandering all over the place. I don't know what I will be doing once am back in Victoria. If all goes well, I will be in grad school by early September, but in the meanwhile, I don't know what I will do. Part of me suspects that I might get more lonely there in Victoria than I have been here in Keshod and especially Ahmedabad. So at the moment, just trying to get back in a frame of mind which has Victoria in it. At the same time, I find myself tightly holding on to my life here in Ahmedabad. Yes, I am looking forward to sitting on my couch on a lazy rainy day, with a warm cup of tea and a pirated copy of a bollywood movie playing on my tv when am in Victoria. But I cannot help but look back over these last few months and I guess just be thankful for this experience and all that has happened.
Anyway, I should return to work now, or start my work now to be more precise. Hope you are safe and well.
Love
Richa
Saturday, January 31, 2009
A discussion
Hi all,
I just spent the last 3 hours talking with a 19 year old girl about what it means to be a girl in this environment, in Keshod. At every step, there is sacrifice. She cannot make her own decisions, or even when she can, they are mostly based on how her actions will reflect upon the family name. My study revolves around talking about gender bias in healthcare seeking behaviour. If it's a boy or a girl child, do parents keep any bias in the way they would seek treatment for a boy or a girl? Does the birth of a boy or a girl child impact the way a new mother will utilize Post Natal Care services and how her family will look after her and the new child? What is the difference in the way adolescent boys and girls seek healthcare? Through these interviews and FGDs, the one constant line that I hear at least once is that "a boy is a must". They need the boy to carry forward the family name, but the burden of maintaining the family's reputation lies on the girl's shoulders.
A woman is considered the honour of a household. Her virginity is staunchly associated with her family's honour, more than her own honour. You might be wondering, so? What is wrong in that? What is wrong in that is the impact that this burden has on a girl's life. Her mobility, her health, her education, her life. Parents are afraid at the thought of letting their girls go outside the village that "what if something happens". What if she falls in love and has sex!! Let alone sex, what if she falls in love! In a very telling interview, when asked what are some of the health problems faced by adolescent girls in your village, one health service provider answered "she might fall in love", indicating, she might have unsafe sex with her partner, might get STDs, HIV/AIDs, or she might get pregnant. While this fear is understandable, what is more telling is that if she "falls in love" people are more concerned about the ruination of the family name rather than the actual health of the girl. This basic difference in mindset influences the way people respond to practical situations.
A girl's mobility is definetely restricted as compared to a boy, but her mobility has an impact on her healthcare. First of all, if a girl has any kind of a reproductive health problem (menstruation problems etc etc), she may not even disclose it to anyone, because she is shy. At times, she cannot even tell her mother. And when she can, and the problem is serious and she needs treatment outside the village, the parents can hesitate in taking her due to societal fears. They think that if we take her outside for treatment, this this information might spread throughout the village and people will say she has a bad character, and it will have a direct impact on the marriage proposals that might get. But if the same reproductive health problem is faced by a married woman, then it is alright, because she is married, she has the license. Because of possible bleak marriage proposals, her health can be compromised.
Because of the mobility issue, she is also not allowed to study. In every village, there is a primary school that goes till grade 7. Girls are taught till 7th. But if there is a highschool in a nearby village, and if the talks come on the idea of sending the girl outside the village to study, parents stop her education. This is not in all communities, it is dependent on caste and the families financial condition. While her brother will be educated, she will start taking care of the household work and field work. Work becomes her life from a very early age in these circumstances. By the time she is 18, she gets married off and off she goes to her in-laws. Within a year she has a child, and she will keep having children until they have at least one boy child. There have been cases where people have had 6 girls and then finally one boy. But even after having one boy, they will wait to get sterilized until the boy is at least 5 years old because the child mortality rate highest between that age group. Right now, the condition is a lot better as most people have awareness and understanding that a small family is a happy family, but still it is an incomplete family until there is a boy child. When asked, why is a boy so important, the answer invariably was "he will carry forward the name, the girl will get married off and carry forward the lineage of another family, but a boy will carry forward our name, he will be our support".
I have a lot more to say but I have written a lot and I think you must be tired by now. Nonetheless, these are the issues that I am dealing with in this study, and this is just the surface. But one question that I am stuck at right now is while I was talking with this girl, it was evident she didn't talk with many other people about it. When asked, can I talk with a few more of her friends, just as a converstaion, she asked, what will you do about it? You are leaving. Even the last interns who came, they spent so much time with us, and now, they are there and we are here. I am faced with that situation that I used to read in anthropological theories, the power of "leaving the field". The things that I have written about are the daily realities of these people, but perhaps a research exercise for me. I can leave and go back to my cozy reality, where I have power and control in my life, to make my own decisions in all aspects of my life. I can still see the way she turned around, smiled and said, "what will you do? you are leaving".
It is true. What will I do? write a report, gain some experience, and then? While I have gotten a lot out of these people, what have they received from me? The nature of such internships is unbalanced, meant more for the Canadian intern then the organization and the communities they are working with. And when the community members look at me squarely in the eye and ask what will I do, at this moment, I don't have a reply for them.
I just spent the last 3 hours talking with a 19 year old girl about what it means to be a girl in this environment, in Keshod. At every step, there is sacrifice. She cannot make her own decisions, or even when she can, they are mostly based on how her actions will reflect upon the family name. My study revolves around talking about gender bias in healthcare seeking behaviour. If it's a boy or a girl child, do parents keep any bias in the way they would seek treatment for a boy or a girl? Does the birth of a boy or a girl child impact the way a new mother will utilize Post Natal Care services and how her family will look after her and the new child? What is the difference in the way adolescent boys and girls seek healthcare? Through these interviews and FGDs, the one constant line that I hear at least once is that "a boy is a must". They need the boy to carry forward the family name, but the burden of maintaining the family's reputation lies on the girl's shoulders.
A woman is considered the honour of a household. Her virginity is staunchly associated with her family's honour, more than her own honour. You might be wondering, so? What is wrong in that? What is wrong in that is the impact that this burden has on a girl's life. Her mobility, her health, her education, her life. Parents are afraid at the thought of letting their girls go outside the village that "what if something happens". What if she falls in love and has sex!! Let alone sex, what if she falls in love! In a very telling interview, when asked what are some of the health problems faced by adolescent girls in your village, one health service provider answered "she might fall in love", indicating, she might have unsafe sex with her partner, might get STDs, HIV/AIDs, or she might get pregnant. While this fear is understandable, what is more telling is that if she "falls in love" people are more concerned about the ruination of the family name rather than the actual health of the girl. This basic difference in mindset influences the way people respond to practical situations.
A girl's mobility is definetely restricted as compared to a boy, but her mobility has an impact on her healthcare. First of all, if a girl has any kind of a reproductive health problem (menstruation problems etc etc), she may not even disclose it to anyone, because she is shy. At times, she cannot even tell her mother. And when she can, and the problem is serious and she needs treatment outside the village, the parents can hesitate in taking her due to societal fears. They think that if we take her outside for treatment, this this information might spread throughout the village and people will say she has a bad character, and it will have a direct impact on the marriage proposals that might get. But if the same reproductive health problem is faced by a married woman, then it is alright, because she is married, she has the license. Because of possible bleak marriage proposals, her health can be compromised.
Because of the mobility issue, she is also not allowed to study. In every village, there is a primary school that goes till grade 7. Girls are taught till 7th. But if there is a highschool in a nearby village, and if the talks come on the idea of sending the girl outside the village to study, parents stop her education. This is not in all communities, it is dependent on caste and the families financial condition. While her brother will be educated, she will start taking care of the household work and field work. Work becomes her life from a very early age in these circumstances. By the time she is 18, she gets married off and off she goes to her in-laws. Within a year she has a child, and she will keep having children until they have at least one boy child. There have been cases where people have had 6 girls and then finally one boy. But even after having one boy, they will wait to get sterilized until the boy is at least 5 years old because the child mortality rate highest between that age group. Right now, the condition is a lot better as most people have awareness and understanding that a small family is a happy family, but still it is an incomplete family until there is a boy child. When asked, why is a boy so important, the answer invariably was "he will carry forward the name, the girl will get married off and carry forward the lineage of another family, but a boy will carry forward our name, he will be our support".
I have a lot more to say but I have written a lot and I think you must be tired by now. Nonetheless, these are the issues that I am dealing with in this study, and this is just the surface. But one question that I am stuck at right now is while I was talking with this girl, it was evident she didn't talk with many other people about it. When asked, can I talk with a few more of her friends, just as a converstaion, she asked, what will you do about it? You are leaving. Even the last interns who came, they spent so much time with us, and now, they are there and we are here. I am faced with that situation that I used to read in anthropological theories, the power of "leaving the field". The things that I have written about are the daily realities of these people, but perhaps a research exercise for me. I can leave and go back to my cozy reality, where I have power and control in my life, to make my own decisions in all aspects of my life. I can still see the way she turned around, smiled and said, "what will you do? you are leaving".
It is true. What will I do? write a report, gain some experience, and then? While I have gotten a lot out of these people, what have they received from me? The nature of such internships is unbalanced, meant more for the Canadian intern then the organization and the communities they are working with. And when the community members look at me squarely in the eye and ask what will I do, at this moment, I don't have a reply for them.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Hi
Hi everyone,
I am not sure if any of you can actually read my blog. Since I changed my blog name, I have stopped receiving responses from you guys. Are you reading my blog? :(
Right now, I am wrapped in a blanky, sitting alone in my apartment in Keshod and watchign this movie Namastey London. I have had a long day in the field today. Am almost done with data collection now. Just 3 more interviews to get done and one more focus group. In the meanwhile, the translation/transcribing phase has started and jeebus it is so tedious and time consuming. But that's qualitative research for you.
I am really tired right now actually. Was going to sit and do some transcribing but instead thought of uploading some pics. The last festival that we went through here in india is called Utrayan, it's this kite flying festival and I am not sure what it's religious significance is. But I celebrated it by going to a friend's terrace on the 11th floor, flying kites, clicking pics and just enjoying Ahmedabad's view from up on the top. After that, I went to Delhi for two days to give a presentation on my internship at the Shastri institute. The presentation went well and it was also a great opportunity to catch up with what the other interns have been doing during their stay here. I spent some time with my friend Pulin in Delhi and it was lovely. I love his dog!!!! Although the pug is called "Jazz", I want to call him "Happy". For those of you unaware, for years now, I have had a wish to name my dog Happy, and I think i will do just that one day. But seriously, I love this doggy, he is so affectionate and yet so obedient, lovely! mmmmmmm I miss Jazzy now :(
Nonetheless, in Delhi I went to Connaught Place, this very famous, busy shopping place there. While I didn't do any shopping there, being in Delhi again made me realize that I really appreciate living in a place where I get to see different types of people. Where I get to see people of all colours, all shapes and sizes and all walks of life. I really do appreciate that. Now that I think about Victoria especially, it almost seems so bland. I think at this stage in my life, I need a big city to live in. A big busy beautiful city with all sorts of people. Let's see where that takes me.
My internship itself is coming to an end and I have entered my last month in Keshod now. Part of me is excited to move out of Keshod and live in Ahmedabad for a month, but the other half of me is going to miss this place. It gave me an opportunity to learn a few things about myself and show me a whole other side of India, a side that I want to know more about. These days, everything is colliding heads on. My masters application, my work, and the idea of leaving India soon, all are colliding in my head and jumbling up. If today was March 29, I wouldn't want to leave. Part of me doesn't really want to think about coming back just yet. But the other part does look forward to the luxuries of home again. Will keep you uptodated on how I am feeling about that one.
In the meanwhile, I have posted some new pics up again. Here is the link: http://picasaweb.google.com/sharma.richa41/DropBox?authkey=hgBCTUY0u6Y#
For those who are still reading this blog, let me know if you are able to see the pics or not! Till then, hope you are all well and healthy,
Love,
Richa
I am not sure if any of you can actually read my blog. Since I changed my blog name, I have stopped receiving responses from you guys. Are you reading my blog? :(
Right now, I am wrapped in a blanky, sitting alone in my apartment in Keshod and watchign this movie Namastey London. I have had a long day in the field today. Am almost done with data collection now. Just 3 more interviews to get done and one more focus group. In the meanwhile, the translation/transcribing phase has started and jeebus it is so tedious and time consuming. But that's qualitative research for you.
I am really tired right now actually. Was going to sit and do some transcribing but instead thought of uploading some pics. The last festival that we went through here in india is called Utrayan, it's this kite flying festival and I am not sure what it's religious significance is. But I celebrated it by going to a friend's terrace on the 11th floor, flying kites, clicking pics and just enjoying Ahmedabad's view from up on the top. After that, I went to Delhi for two days to give a presentation on my internship at the Shastri institute. The presentation went well and it was also a great opportunity to catch up with what the other interns have been doing during their stay here. I spent some time with my friend Pulin in Delhi and it was lovely. I love his dog!!!! Although the pug is called "Jazz", I want to call him "Happy". For those of you unaware, for years now, I have had a wish to name my dog Happy, and I think i will do just that one day. But seriously, I love this doggy, he is so affectionate and yet so obedient, lovely! mmmmmmm I miss Jazzy now :(
Nonetheless, in Delhi I went to Connaught Place, this very famous, busy shopping place there. While I didn't do any shopping there, being in Delhi again made me realize that I really appreciate living in a place where I get to see different types of people. Where I get to see people of all colours, all shapes and sizes and all walks of life. I really do appreciate that. Now that I think about Victoria especially, it almost seems so bland. I think at this stage in my life, I need a big city to live in. A big busy beautiful city with all sorts of people. Let's see where that takes me.
My internship itself is coming to an end and I have entered my last month in Keshod now. Part of me is excited to move out of Keshod and live in Ahmedabad for a month, but the other half of me is going to miss this place. It gave me an opportunity to learn a few things about myself and show me a whole other side of India, a side that I want to know more about. These days, everything is colliding heads on. My masters application, my work, and the idea of leaving India soon, all are colliding in my head and jumbling up. If today was March 29, I wouldn't want to leave. Part of me doesn't really want to think about coming back just yet. But the other part does look forward to the luxuries of home again. Will keep you uptodated on how I am feeling about that one.
In the meanwhile, I have posted some new pics up again. Here is the link: http://picasaweb.google.com/sharma.richa41/DropBox?authkey=hgBCTUY0u6Y#
For those who are still reading this blog, let me know if you are able to see the pics or not! Till then, hope you are all well and healthy,
Love,
Richa
Friday, January 2, 2009
Happy New Year!
Hi All,
So it's been a while since I wrote my last blog. But to be honest, I just didn't feel like it. Much has happened, but at the moment am happy. Just recently two of my friends came to Keshod and I took them on a little sight seeing tour, mostly beaches. One is Somnath beach, with a temple on it. THis is the second time I went there, and yet again more than the temple itself, I was more amazed by the beach. It was lovely. The other beach, from which most of the pics are from are those taken at Holiday Camp. The water here is very dangerous as the area is extremely rocky with a lot of variation in heights. It's infamous for number of tourists dying who go infor a swim but are sucked in and are unable to pull themselves out of the water. Needless to say, we didn't exactly go for a swim in the water, but we certainly did go on a stroll. This is by far my most favourite place in India as of now. I simply love it.
I have posted up the pics and here is the link: http://picasaweb.google.com/sharma.richa41/DropBox?authkey=hgBCTUY0u6Y#
I have more pics from New Years but they are circulating on my friend's camera, so as soon as I get them, will be passing them on to you soon enough.
Hope you are all doing well and the New Year has started on a positive note!
Love,
Richa
So it's been a while since I wrote my last blog. But to be honest, I just didn't feel like it. Much has happened, but at the moment am happy. Just recently two of my friends came to Keshod and I took them on a little sight seeing tour, mostly beaches. One is Somnath beach, with a temple on it. THis is the second time I went there, and yet again more than the temple itself, I was more amazed by the beach. It was lovely. The other beach, from which most of the pics are from are those taken at Holiday Camp. The water here is very dangerous as the area is extremely rocky with a lot of variation in heights. It's infamous for number of tourists dying who go infor a swim but are sucked in and are unable to pull themselves out of the water. Needless to say, we didn't exactly go for a swim in the water, but we certainly did go on a stroll. This is by far my most favourite place in India as of now. I simply love it.
I have posted up the pics and here is the link: http://picasaweb.google.com/sharma.richa41/DropBox?authkey=hgBCTUY0u6Y#
I have more pics from New Years but they are circulating on my friend's camera, so as soon as I get them, will be passing them on to you soon enough.
Hope you are all doing well and the New Year has started on a positive note!
Love,
Richa
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