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Happy New Year’s!

Monday, January 1st, 2007

It’s just a number thing; a digit changes, a page turns. Funny though that it has such the power to make people celebrate life with new fervency and form plans to make it—and themselves—that much better by the next time around. I’m the same. I love New Year’s Eve. Birthdays bring awareness of where you are in your life, but New Year’s seems to bring awareness of how much life you still have in you.

Last night wasn’t an exception. Not too rowdy, and a far cry more “well-mannered” than the foam war and eggshell confetti of last year’s Mexican celebration. It was a night filled with amazing tasty food, unlimited access to molten chocolate cake, and enthusiastic dancers unleashed in pumping arms and gyrating hips.

I’ve lazily neglected to think of a single resolution and don’t think that I can muster well-wishes that don’t sound nauseating. So, instead I’ll recycle blessings and hope that you know how much I hope a world of good happens to each and every one of you this year.

CHEROKEE BLESSING:
May the warm winds of heaven
blow softly upon your house.

May the Great Spirit bless
all who enter there.

May your mocassins make
happy tracks in many snows.

And may the rainbow always touch your shoulder.

IRISH BLESSING:
May God grant you always…A sunbeam to warm you, a moonbeam to charm you, a sheltering Angel so nothing can harm you. Laughter to cheer you. Faithful friends near you. And whenever you pray, Heaven to hear you.”

The days of a “volunteer”

Saturday, December 30th, 2006

The rigidity of the Unite for Sight entrance process—applications, references, training tests—ill-prepared me for the reality of the experience so far. Instead of the intensity I expected, my last few days have included chocotinis, sight-seeing, beach volleyball, and many hours spent in “large-group dining.” There have, however, been some good vision-related experiences:
—I watched some amazing eye surgeries: cataracts, laser, and other volunteers pulvarizing a goat’s eye (when’s my turn?!?)
—Today we went to a great little beach village for vision screenings, distribution of glasses, and determination for surgeries. My job—copying names and ages—was minimal. Left a lot of time for chatting with the local kids, playing thumb war, taking pictures, and learning how to count in Tamil—“Wundri, Erundi, Mundri….” (useful when that little kid’s pinned my thumb, AGAIN).

I’m enjoying the vibrancy and contradictions of India, many familiar though oddly forgotten.
—Women dress with such amazing beauty—flowing scarves, silky dresses, fresh flowers, gold jewelry—while walking through streets heaped with garbage (a permanent accent to every roadway) or driving motos through similar heaps of smog and grit.
—Traffic moves with an urgent, perilous pace and anarchy that make the rest of SE Asia roadways seem like country lanes. Picture a room full of cockroaches when you turn on a light and take a step in. Now picture sitting in an open tin box on the back of a moto that passes within centimeters of traffic on all sides. Don’t need ziplines and rockclimbing for surges of adrenaline here! Don’t worry mom, I wouldn’t DREAM of renting a moto here!!!
—There is never a moment that is scentless. Sometimes it’s pleasant–cardamom, incense, jasmine, fruit. More frequently, it’s putrid—urine, BO, exhaust, garbage, shit. Luckily, the smells move at the same pace as traffic—as soon as you start to gag, more pleasant air invades your nose and saves you just in time.

Tomorrow—HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!! We just bought tickets for a party at a swanky downtown hotel. The card reads: “On popular demand, DJ Kunal with Hindi remixes and Bollywood hits….delectable spread & unlimited pouring brands.” Sounds….like a unusual new year’s to kick off an unusual year!!!

India in an Instant

Wednesday, December 27th, 2006
The town is Chennai, the state is Tamil Nadu, the language is Tamil, the temperature hot, the food yellow and spicy, the smells strong; Men wear diaper-like skirts, women flow in bright sarees; Homely Holy Cows hunt for snacks in ... [Continue reading this entry]