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Just Like Pretty Woman

So, American Airlines “lost” my luggage. This means I have been wearing the same clothes since Sunday. Now, before you get too repulsed, I have been cleaning my undies and socks in the sink.

This past Friday (that means 6 in the same clothes) I went shopping. There is new mall called City Center (not at the center of the city by the way) that is all the rage.

I don’t really like shopping, but it was kind of fun. If nothing else it was an experience.

Undies? Check. Easy to find and easy to buy.

Pants? Check. Easy to buy as the sizes are the same and I know what size I wear.

Shirts? Not so much. I know its a bit of a stereotype, but it would appear that Indians are not very big people. Finding a shirt that fit was difficult. The largest shirt size EVERY clothing store sold was a 44. I apparently wear a 46. I did manage to find two shirts that fit, one black formal and one white casual.

It was fun and adventurous and got me out of the hotel and office.

While I usually try to eat regional food (how often can I get real Indian food in India?) I did eat McDonald’s for lunch. It was at the mall - of course - and I was running late.

Since they do not serve beef I ad a Chicken Maharajah Mac. Very interesting if I do say so myself.

So I now have fresh and clean clothes!

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Indian Food and and why I love India

Although this is about food, it is really about India and what I love about her people.

My people.

One of the things I like to do when I travel is experience the country through the food and the music.

This has introduced me to some pretty amazing food:

  • While it is safe to say I hate coconut, I do love coconut milk, picked fresh from a tree, on a blistering hot day coupled with fresh cut mangoes in Cuba.
  • “Flesh in its own blood” and Tequila shots for lunch in Mexico.
  • Shark Fin dumplings and fish head soup in the Philippines.
  • Grilled goat in Africa.
  • And now grilled Buffalo fajitas in India.

The best food, however, is what the Indian media has named Umbrella Cuisine. I call it “roadside” food, but the umbrella statement works too.

In India that means I try to find “roadside noodles.” Which is simply one of the best tasting things I have ever eaten. My Indian colleagues don’t like that I eat them, but it it worth the price!

Anyway, it looks like roadside noodles are for New Delhi and Chicken Biryani is for Hyderabad. I am sure I am doing it justice, but Biryani (which is just a rice dish) is special because it is “baked” in an airtight clay pot with veggies and, if it is Chicken Biryani then chicken also. The result is a very dense - yet moist and fluffy - rice dish. It is apparently hard to make - or hard to make correctly - and is considered a delicacy here in Hyderabad.

I like Chicken Biryani but it is hard to find “real” or “great” Chicken Biryani.

So, this is where this is really about that (to steal a line from Rob Bell). Since I am working so much a few guys from my class tell me they will go to their favorite little Biryani dive to get me some real Chicken Biryani. The company provides food for the office has it, but it is not “real” Biryani they say.

They come back a bit later with what was probably the best Chicken Biryani I have ever had.

So while this is a story about another food adventure in India, it is also a story about the generosity of the Indians I work with.

They went out of their way to get me what I wanted, and I never asked them to or even hinted at it. They even paid and would not let me pay them back.

They said it was their honor and “privilege” to treat me as their guest in their country.

Such generosity, especially in light of such need.

It is very humbling and is one reason I love this country so much.

The people are simply amazing.

I said this last time, but will say it again. The American Church has lot to learn from India.

I have a lot to learn from India.

Ezekiel 16:49

Behold, this was the guilt of your sister Sodom; she and her daughters had arrogance, abundant food and careless ease, but she did not help the poor or needy.

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What Would Sandra Do?

What Would Sandra Do?

(WWSD)

This trip to India has been “harder” than the first, even though this one is only 10 days and the first was 5 weeks. I find myself missing my family more on this trip because I am flying solo. It’s just me on this trip and no other Verizon employees. Meaning, on this trip I do not have anyone – specifically Greg – to keep me company and am finding myself alone alot.

At times it has been nice, especially upon arrival when I wanted to rest and didn’t have to worry about anyone else wanting my time.

As time has gone on, however, it’s just lonely.

I taught a class Thursday and Friday and ended up sleeping or resting all of Saturday. I woke up Sunday feeling sorry for myself (not a typical Simon feeling) and almost spent the day moping around my pity party for one.

Then it hit me; what would Sandra do? Sandra, on her blog, tells the coolest stories. To be honest, her stories put my stories to shame. Anyway, as I wondered what Sandra would do I quickly came to conclusion that she would not mope around all day feeling sorry for herself. Aditya (Adi), the QA Manager here in Delhi, had offered to spend the weekend showing me around. I told him not Saturday (needed the sleep) but maybe Sunday.

So I called him.

And I am glad I did.

(Note; our camera broke and will not turn on so I can not share pictures. I have tried to provide links to images to the things we saw.)

The first stop was India Gate. India Gate is located near “Ministry row” and is a HUGE arch built to honor Indians who have died in war. It is amazingly HUGE and amazing beautiful.

http://www.info2india.com/rajasthan/india-gate-delhi.html

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/India_Gate

India Gate is located in a “parkish” sort of area and there were multiple Cricket games going on. On my first trip to India I desperately tried to understand Cricket, but could not. Here was my chance and I took it.

While we watched Adi again explained. This time, while actually being able to watch it while hearing an explanation, I got it! I may not understand every rule or nuance of the sport, but I certainly understand enough to now watch it with understanding.

After India Gate and the cricket match we went to the Red Fort.

http://www.indiaforvisitors.com/states/delhi/redfort.htm

After the Red Fort we went to the National Gallery of Modern Art (http://www.ngmaindia.gov.in/).

The good news is that not all of the art is modern. This is good news because I do not typically enjoy modern art. I joke that I want my art to be pretty and my poetry to rhyme. I just don’t find most modern art pretty.

Most of the pieces were traditional and very interesting, at least to me. Adi was bored after the first room. We both agreed that we liked the traditional pieces better then the modern pieces. Regardless, it was amazing and a wonderful spur-of-the-moment thing to.

After the museum we had lunch at a local joint. The food was perfect. I let Adi order anything he wanted – with the exception of the prawns I wanted, he would not order them since he is a vegetarian – and he ordered up a FEAST! Not only was it my lunch, but it was also my dinner. We had nan (buttered and masala, I liked the masala nan the most), biryani, garden salad (which has no “salad,” i.e. lettuce), paneer, chutney, and a few other sides.

As it was only the 3rd proper meal I’ve had here (I had the road side noodles my first night at the office and a Punjabi meal Friday night), it hit the spot.

I love Indian food.

Who knew?

After lunch/dinner we went to look at a famous Muslim tower. It was nice, but not in the same was as India Gate or the Red Fort.

Next was home and to cool off. The temperature here in Delhi has been 100 and very hot.

It was a good weekend.

Definitely a weekend Sandra would have enjoyed!

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When the words don’t come

I would love to be a writer. Not just write when I can (I never seem to have the time) but to actually have the time and the resources to write.

So, I don’t really consider myself a writer, but I do consider myself a poet.

I know most of what I write is fairly simple, I get that. I only hope that there is a sense of honesty that shines through, even through the simple words and simple structure.

As a “poet” my poetical role models are the Romantic era poets. The poets who lived life, loved life and found beauty in things that most others did not. I also really dig Oscar Wilde, who also dug the Romantics.

Anyway, I find myself in a quarry. While I have at times (many times) faced writer’s block, where the words just won’t come, I find the opposite to be true here in India. I have so many thoughts and ideas running through my head that I am finding it hard to put them down into words, much less into poems.

Anyway, here are a few that I have managed to pen.

Please note that the last one may push the boundaries of PG13 a bit. But let’s be honest, 5 weeks of abstinence – after 16 years of, well, not abstinence – is not a very nice thing.