Robitussin and Pungal
OK, I just tried uploading some pictures that would help illustrate my day yesterday, but, I was unsuccesful in doing so. So, these descriptions will have to do.
1. Pungal Festival- A few weeks back I wrote about some warm ginger-like concoction given to myself and Stew by a priest in Kerala. Yesterday, when I attended a festival, I learned that this was called Pungal. At this Pungal Festival, women sat around and cooked Pungal on stoves made of bricks, sticks, and pots. Some little girls got their heads shaved, as did some women. In addition, tumeric and powder was rubbed on their now bald heads. Respect was paid to Idiodipan (wrong spelling), the god of the village who if prayed to, will bring good rains during the upcoming monsoon season. There was music (both recorded and live), men on the exterior of the festival "pooneh watching", aka girl watching b/c pooneh=girl in Tamil, and lots of Pungal eating!
2. Cali Fire Festival- I went with my friend Vinoth to a nearby village named Kottakuppam to attend this festival. Here, respects were paid to the god named Cali by about five thousand devotees. Of these five thousand, two hundred and fifty of them were covered in tumeric, powder, and flowers. These two hundred and fifty people ran through an enormous pile of burning coals, which after 25o people dwindled to a path through the coals. There was chaos, people who were posessed by higher beings, food for sale, toys for sale, balloons for sale, incense, fires, rides for kids, and many people making pooja, or prayer.
3. Dinner at Vinoth's house- I had dinner in one of the villages at Vinoth's house. His mom gave me leftover Pungal from the Pungal Festival, a banana, water, water with "syrup from the boy" which tasted more like Robitussin than the "sweet water" it was supposed to be, and a dosa, which is a typical south Indian dish. It was great food!
Other notes:
a) Indian men wear collard shirts no matter what they are doing....all of the time.
b) I saw a man with a tight afro today. I think this shows the ancestral connection between India and Africa.
c) I get cut often when I am in line here. I also get cut on my body, by shells, knives, soccer games, etc. It's cool though, because I have anti-biotic ointment and bandaids.
d) I have a confession to make: I actually drive a 4-geared motorcycle which is 2 stroke, 100cc bike. I didn't want to tell anyone because I didn't want anyone to worry about me. I upgraded to this bike after the moped wasn't doing what I needed it to. 100cc's isn't very much though.......look it up.
1. Pungal Festival- A few weeks back I wrote about some warm ginger-like concoction given to myself and Stew by a priest in Kerala. Yesterday, when I attended a festival, I learned that this was called Pungal. At this Pungal Festival, women sat around and cooked Pungal on stoves made of bricks, sticks, and pots. Some little girls got their heads shaved, as did some women. In addition, tumeric and powder was rubbed on their now bald heads. Respect was paid to Idiodipan (wrong spelling), the god of the village who if prayed to, will bring good rains during the upcoming monsoon season. There was music (both recorded and live), men on the exterior of the festival "pooneh watching", aka girl watching b/c pooneh=girl in Tamil, and lots of Pungal eating!
2. Cali Fire Festival- I went with my friend Vinoth to a nearby village named Kottakuppam to attend this festival. Here, respects were paid to the god named Cali by about five thousand devotees. Of these five thousand, two hundred and fifty of them were covered in tumeric, powder, and flowers. These two hundred and fifty people ran through an enormous pile of burning coals, which after 25o people dwindled to a path through the coals. There was chaos, people who were posessed by higher beings, food for sale, toys for sale, balloons for sale, incense, fires, rides for kids, and many people making pooja, or prayer.
3. Dinner at Vinoth's house- I had dinner in one of the villages at Vinoth's house. His mom gave me leftover Pungal from the Pungal Festival, a banana, water, water with "syrup from the boy" which tasted more like Robitussin than the "sweet water" it was supposed to be, and a dosa, which is a typical south Indian dish. It was great food!
Other notes:
a) Indian men wear collard shirts no matter what they are doing....all of the time.
b) I saw a man with a tight afro today. I think this shows the ancestral connection between India and Africa.
c) I get cut often when I am in line here. I also get cut on my body, by shells, knives, soccer games, etc. It's cool though, because I have anti-biotic ointment and bandaids.
d) I have a confession to make: I actually drive a 4-geared motorcycle which is 2 stroke, 100cc bike. I didn't want to tell anyone because I didn't want anyone to worry about me. I upgraded to this bike after the moped wasn't doing what I needed it to. 100cc's isn't very much though.......look it up.
posted by Jon at 00:15
2 Comments:
iyiyi. With no helmet. Your father (who sees permanently cracked up motocyclists all the time)will not be happy to see this. Mauybe u should take it down before he looks!
Now that you spilled the beans on the bike, I want to see sexy pic of you on that bad boy wit your hair blowing in the wind.
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