I've finished my second week Mumbai, and I’m
doing pretty well. To be perfectly honest, the homesickness hurts much more
than I ever thought it could. It feels like the tiniest things—a song, food,
certain actions or sayings—anything can
remind me of the people and things I’ve left behind. The funniest thing is that I didn't think I was going to be homesick when I left in July (because I'm a moron.) The important thing is to
stay busy and take everything one day at a time. If I think of this in terms of
“9 and a half more months,” then I panic and think I can’t go that long feeling
this way. However, if I think “Five more days until I start school,” or “2 more
days until the next Rotary Meeting,” I can handle that. Baby steps, you know?
One of the questions people have asked me a ton (both here and in the USA) is, "Why did you pick India?" This process is a story for another day, but one thing that really appealed to me are all the festivals. The Hindu religion has a plethora of gods and goddesses, and pretty much every event here is a cause for a big celebration. I've experienced two festivals so far.
Raksha Badnan is the Indian festival of brothers and sisters. Families are extremely, extremely close here, so cousins are included in this festival. They get the entire day off from work and school for a 20 minute ceremony that must be done before 9 AM. In this ceremony, the sister ties a small bracelet made of red string and beads of gold or sandalwood around her brother's right wrist. This symbolizes that the sister looks to her brother for protection. She marks her brother's forehead with a paste made from saffron. She then waves a small plate bearing a candle, some spices, and some sweets around her brother's head. Finally, she feeds her brother one of the sweets by putting it into his mouth. At the end of the ceremony, the brother presents his sister with a gift of some kind. Here is a photo of my host mom, Falgooni, marking the forehead of her cousin. This festival took place on August 2nd.
The next festival I observed took place on August 10th. The festival is called Janmashtami, and it heralds the birth of an important Hindu god named Krishna. Krishna is a blue-skinned deity who is always depicted with a flute. His festival is celebrated in two ways. During the day time, the streets are flooded with trucks full of men who are all part of teams. These trucks are always surrounded by a horde of team members on motorcycles. What are these teams for, you ask? The tradition of the festival is an impressive and terrifying test of strength and daring. In this trial, a jar filled with yoghurt (and a coconut, for some reason) is suspended on a cord strung between two buildings. This cord can be as low as 15 feet and as high as 40 feet! These teams take turns making human pyramids in an attempt to get up to the jar and break it, showering the crowd with yoghurt.
Naturally, this is insanely dangerous, but it's great fun to watch. This event takes place all over the city on Janmashtami, and I got to watch a group of students do this activity. The environment is party-like: there is often a DJ, and the kids often are having too much fun dancing and spraying each other with hoses to get the task at hand finished quickly. The inhabitants of the surrounding apartments join in on the fun by impeding the teams' progress via showers of water balloons.
The second part of Janmashtami takes place at the dead of night, sort of like a Midnight Mass. We drove up into the mountains outside of Mumbai to visit a temple where I'm told a guru lived until he died 4 years ago. We don't spend time in the temple itself, but rather observe a ceremony in the small cinder block compound where the guru lived. We sit on blankets spread out on a linoleum patio around an altar that looks more like a throne. A cardboard cut-out of the late guru sits on the altar, completely adorned in necklaces of fragrant marigolds. Sacrifices of food and several curiosities sit near his feet on the altar. Several holy men clad in white sit on one side of the patio, and some older ladies in saris sit on the other side with us. The holy men read aloud together from a small book for half an hour. Their reading is like a chant--no pauses for breath, no inflection. Incense burns nearby and rain begins to fall in the pitch-dark jungle around us. It's very peaceful.
All this time, the woman tear leaves off a plant and pluck petals from fragrant pink lotuses. At the stroke of midnight, they begin to sing, and everyone takes a tambourine and joins in. The plant parts are set before the guru's image, along with small brass items that I've never seen before. The singing continues as one of the holy men blows on a conch shell, causing a deep sound to reverberate through the night. The holy men go into the compound as the singing continues, and they painstakingly bathe a small golden idol of Krishna with spoonfuls of water. They come out with a plate containing three burning candles and rice. The others wave the plate around the cardboard cut-out's head in the same manner as the Raksha Badnan ceremony. People fan the smoke on themselves. After this, everyone continues singing for another half hour. The singing is cacaphonic and repetitive, but after several rounds, an ancient, energetic beauty begins to emerge from the music. Finally, the ceremony is finished and people partake of the food sacrifices. Janmashtami ends at about 1:30 AM.
One of the questions people have asked me a ton (both here and in the USA) is, "Why did you pick India?" This process is a story for another day, but one thing that really appealed to me are all the festivals. The Hindu religion has a plethora of gods and goddesses, and pretty much every event here is a cause for a big celebration. I've experienced two festivals so far.
Raksha Badnan is the Indian festival of brothers and sisters. Families are extremely, extremely close here, so cousins are included in this festival. They get the entire day off from work and school for a 20 minute ceremony that must be done before 9 AM. In this ceremony, the sister ties a small bracelet made of red string and beads of gold or sandalwood around her brother's right wrist. This symbolizes that the sister looks to her brother for protection. She marks her brother's forehead with a paste made from saffron. She then waves a small plate bearing a candle, some spices, and some sweets around her brother's head. Finally, she feeds her brother one of the sweets by putting it into his mouth. At the end of the ceremony, the brother presents his sister with a gift of some kind. Here is a photo of my host mom, Falgooni, marking the forehead of her cousin. This festival took place on August 2nd.
The next festival I observed took place on August 10th. The festival is called Janmashtami, and it heralds the birth of an important Hindu god named Krishna. Krishna is a blue-skinned deity who is always depicted with a flute. His festival is celebrated in two ways. During the day time, the streets are flooded with trucks full of men who are all part of teams. These trucks are always surrounded by a horde of team members on motorcycles. What are these teams for, you ask? The tradition of the festival is an impressive and terrifying test of strength and daring. In this trial, a jar filled with yoghurt (and a coconut, for some reason) is suspended on a cord strung between two buildings. This cord can be as low as 15 feet and as high as 40 feet! These teams take turns making human pyramids in an attempt to get up to the jar and break it, showering the crowd with yoghurt.
Naturally, this is insanely dangerous, but it's great fun to watch. This event takes place all over the city on Janmashtami, and I got to watch a group of students do this activity. The environment is party-like: there is often a DJ, and the kids often are having too much fun dancing and spraying each other with hoses to get the task at hand finished quickly. The inhabitants of the surrounding apartments join in on the fun by impeding the teams' progress via showers of water balloons.
The second part of Janmashtami takes place at the dead of night, sort of like a Midnight Mass. We drove up into the mountains outside of Mumbai to visit a temple where I'm told a guru lived until he died 4 years ago. We don't spend time in the temple itself, but rather observe a ceremony in the small cinder block compound where the guru lived. We sit on blankets spread out on a linoleum patio around an altar that looks more like a throne. A cardboard cut-out of the late guru sits on the altar, completely adorned in necklaces of fragrant marigolds. Sacrifices of food and several curiosities sit near his feet on the altar. Several holy men clad in white sit on one side of the patio, and some older ladies in saris sit on the other side with us. The holy men read aloud together from a small book for half an hour. Their reading is like a chant--no pauses for breath, no inflection. Incense burns nearby and rain begins to fall in the pitch-dark jungle around us. It's very peaceful.
All this time, the woman tear leaves off a plant and pluck petals from fragrant pink lotuses. At the stroke of midnight, they begin to sing, and everyone takes a tambourine and joins in. The plant parts are set before the guru's image, along with small brass items that I've never seen before. The singing continues as one of the holy men blows on a conch shell, causing a deep sound to reverberate through the night. The holy men go into the compound as the singing continues, and they painstakingly bathe a small golden idol of Krishna with spoonfuls of water. They come out with a plate containing three burning candles and rice. The others wave the plate around the cardboard cut-out's head in the same manner as the Raksha Badnan ceremony. People fan the smoke on themselves. After this, everyone continues singing for another half hour. The singing is cacaphonic and repetitive, but after several rounds, an ancient, energetic beauty begins to emerge from the music. Finally, the ceremony is finished and people partake of the food sacrifices. Janmashtami ends at about 1:30 AM.
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