Thursday, February 8, 2007

nearing the end

My time in Sri Lanka has come to an end. I have only three days left and this may well be my last blog entry.

Its always the most sad before you are about to leave, its when you miss people the most and get all nostalgic about how wonderful everything was. I am trying to be reasonable about leaving but this always happens to me. What is odd is that I don’t miss people here, I miss the people I am about to see. Perhaps my anticipation of seeing my friends and family elsewhere makes me think of them a lot and then miss them more than usual.

I work up this morning and everything was perfectly normal and familiar. I had to remind myself that I do indeed life in Sri Lanka which is a foreign country in which I am a foreigner. I have gotten to accustomed to everything to the point where it has become ordinary. I almost have to pinch myself to remind myself that I am in the third world, halfway around the world from people I love and my real home.

I am ready to go. My project ended up being successful, I made great friends and I got to see a lot of the country.

What I will miss:

Getting a massage whenever I want

Being 15 min from a swim-able beach

Living 100 yards from the ocean

Cheap, cheap clothes

Short eats

Elephants at every occasion

Public holidays

Sarong-wearing by both genders

Chili crab and seafood in general

The Sri Lankan accent (What to do machang?)

What I will not miss:

Waiting for taxis to come to your house

Security checks

Bomb blasts

Pictures of politicians everywhere (not even good looking ones)

Haggling for rickshaws but not haggling for fruit

Body odor and the smell of rancid coconut oil in the hair of the person in front of me

Mosquitoes

Expats who think they are better than everyone

Russian prostitutes who hang out in hotels

Food so spicy it makes you want to die

this was supposed to go up on the 6th

Last weekend, my last full weekend in Colombo, was extremely Sri Lankan. On Wednesday it was the going away part of one of my Sri Lankan friends. She decided to have a rooftop BBQ for all of her friends. I was given the weighty task of making pasta salad. Now when I think of pasta salad I think of that delightful concoction of boiled pasta tossed with various fresh veggies. When Sri Lankans think of pasta salad they are imagining jars and jars of mayo which covers a small amount of pasta. Basically that gross stuff they sell in plastic containers in the Safeway deli section. That stuff that mom never let us buy because it was always questionable as to what was in there. Needless to say, I made my own tasty pasta salad and tried to convert as many people as possible to its deliciousness.

On Thursday I attended the Navam Perahera, a major elephant festival. For the festival 50 elephants are brought in from surrounding areas, made to wear elaborate costumes, and then are paraded around a lake. The elephants are interspersed with teams of ethnic dancers. It all happens at night and is very religious, although I am not quite sure as to what the different things mean. It’s definitely a sight to behold as massive elephants go parading down the roads. I did feel a little sad for the elephants though as they are controlled by many chains that are wrapped around their legs making it so that they can’t run away. I supposed this is a safety precaution as there can’t be elephants stampeding around, but its still sad to see the elephants all chained up.

Saturday was another typical Colombo day. Being too lazy to go down South to spend time at the beach, I went to the resort within Colombo, Mt.Lavinia. Mt. Lavinia is a suburb around 8 km South of where I live and it boasts the closest decent beach to the city. For a mere $4 my friends and I used the pool and private beach all day. It was nice just to lay on a deck chair and get out of my dull, fluorescent lit guesthouse and office.

Sunday was Sri Lankan Independence day and everything was shut. I spent most of the day working on my final presentation for work. I presented yesterday and everything went off without a hitch. At the end of it all, I am quite satisfied with the work I have done here. I think I was able to really understand the entire e-village project and feel comfortable talking about it as an expert.

I’ve had fun while here in Sri Lanka but I am also ready to get back to my much more civilized life. This is the first time in my life where I have had nobody to take care of except myself and I have really seen the difference it makes in my lifestyle. In college I ate pretty well because I spent my parent’s money freely on food. At home I ate well also because mom bought the groceries. In India I always had roommates or my grandparents who made me be more responsible. Here I don’t have anyone so I end up eating kraft mac and cheese or peanut butter sandwiches for dinner because its weird to eat in a restaurant alone and I can’t be bothered cooking for one. Can’t wait to get back to Bombay and some good eating!

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Colombo Weekend

Last weekend, my last full weekend in Colombo, was extremely Sri Lankan. On Wednesday it was the going away part of one of my Sri Lankan friends. She decided to have a rooftop BBQ for all of her friends. I was given the weighty task of making pasta salad. Now when I think of pasta salad I think of that delightful concoction of boiled pasta tossed with various fresh veggies. When Sri Lankans think of pasta salad they are imagining jars and jars of mayo which covers a small amount of pasta. Basically that gross stuff they sell in plastic containers in the Safeway deli section. That stuff that mom never let us buy because it was always questionable as to what was in there. Needless to say, I made my own tasty pasta salad and tried to convert as many people as possible to its deliciousness.

On Thursday I attended the Navam Perahera, a major elephant festival. For the festival 50 elephants are brought in from surrounding areas, made to wear elaborate costumes, and then are paraded around a lake. The elephants are interspersed with teams of ethnic dancers. It all happens at night and is very religious, although I am not quite sure as to what the different things mean. It’s definitely a sight to behold as massive elephants go parading down the roads. I did feel a little sad for the elephants though as they are controlled by many chains that are wrapped around their legs making it so that they can’t run away. I supposed this is a safety precaution as there can’t be elephants stampeding around, but its still sad to see the elephants all chained up.

Saturday was another typical Colombo day. Being too lazy to go down South to spend time at the beach, I went to the resort within Colombo, Mt.Lavinia. Mt. Lavinia is a suburb around 8 km South of where I live and it boasts the closest decent beach to the city. For a mere $4 my friends and I used the pool and private beach all day. It was nice just to lay on a deck chair and get out of my dull, fluorescent lit guesthouse and office.

Sunday was Sri Lankan Independence day and everything was shut. I spent most of the day working on my final presentation for work. I presented yesterday and everything went off without a hitch. At the end of it all, I am quite satisfied with the work I have done here. I think I was able to really understand the entire e-village project and feel comfortable talking about it as an expert.

I’ve had fun while here in Sri Lanka but I am also ready to get back to my much more civilized life. This is the first time in my life where I have had nobody to take care of except myself and I have really seen the difference it makes in my lifestyle. In college I ate pretty well because I spent my parent’s money freely on food. At home I ate well also because mom bought the groceries. In India I always had roommates or my grandparents who made me be more responsible. Here I don’t have anyone so I end up eating kraft mac and cheese or peanut butter sandwiches for dinner because its weird to eat in a restaurant alone and I can’t be bothered cooking for one. Can’t wait to get back to Bombay and some good eating!

Monday, January 29, 2007

religious fervor

My time has been taken up this weekend by Moharram, a religious holiday celebrated by all Shia Muslims mourning the massacre at Karbala. For the occasion the high priest of the Bohras has come to Colombo, bringing with him hordes of people and a carnival-esque atmosphere.

Bohras are supposed to go the mosque for 10 days. From 11-2pm, he gives his sermon. Then there is a break for lunch. People reconvene around 6pm, pray, hear the local priest talk, and then have dinner. A mosque built for a community of 2,000 people has been expanded through tents and platforms to hold 20,000. It’s a pretty remarkable sight. It’s almost like going to a Backstreet Boys concert, with people swarming the stage and trying to get into the inner chambers.

I have to hand it to the Bohras, they are remarkably well organized for controlling that many people. Within ten days of the announcement, all of the preparations including tents, platforms, food and accommodation were made for the visiting crowds. People who come do not even have to pay for accommodation as their hotel or homestays are provided by the Colombo mosque.

Around the area there is a first aid tent, refreshments, ticket tent, etc. There are even stalls with people selling Bohra related items such as clothes, prayer mats, and jewelry. I have been going some of the time and trying to absorb what I can. I am not in the main mosque but they project the sermon on video screens which are in each sitting area. You have to kind of give credit to these people for organizing all this and being dedicated to come for ten days in the sticky heat to listen to sermons.

There are literally Bohras everywhere. I mean everywhere. When I walk down my street there are Bohras. When I take the bus there are Bohras. I even went to a grocery store a little out of the way to avoid being spotted and there were Bohras there. On the bus a Bohra lady sat next to me and started chatting with me about what Moharram is and why so many people are here. I was wearing normal clothes so she didn’t know I was a Bohra. I think she thought I was Sri Lankan. I didn’t want to upset her by saying I was actually a Bohra and in mosque a few hours earlier so I went along with it. I told her my name was Alisha and that I was from the states, so its not like I lied.

It is very weird to go to these large mosque events. Sitting for a long time in a massive hall filled with tons of other Bohras causes some mental disconnect where I wonder if the me sitting there is the same person who goes clubbing, and lives at Lakeview Drive, and is going to grad school. I wonder how many other people in there have double lives like me and how many people in there really truly believe 100% of the time.

Friday, January 26, 2007

I am unique!

So I always knew that white people couldn't tell brown people apart, but its getting ridiculous. When I first moved into my guesthouse it seemed to be a place for Sri Lankans who live abroad to stay at when coming to the city. There were always kindly aunties and uncles in the hallways and sometimes random families. It seems now that the holiday season is over the guesthouse has become the abode of hippies and backpackers. This isn't necessarily a bad thing (some of them are very friendly) but it does lead to a little racial misunderstanding as every white person who stays there thinks that I work at the guesthouse.
The girl who actually works at the guesthouse looks nothing like me. She is Sri Lankan, rail thin, 5 shades darker than me, has long frizzy hair, and about a million other characteristics that make her not look like me. No brown person would ever mistake us. Furthermore, she barely speaks English.
It often happens as I am sitting in the living room watching crappy American movies from 5 years ago or using my laptop, that some other guest comes in and asks me for clean towels or water in their room. I'm usually nice to people and tell them I don't work there. What is obnoxious is that people will come back and ask a second time. Perhaps my American accent and laptop using-self did not give it away in the first place, but I am not there to clean any one's room.
Living alone has also made me very creative in my meal options. Upon leaving India my aunt gave me a packet of 25 rotis. Whenever I want a meal, I just have to defrost one and add some toppings. Obviously I am too lazy to actually cook Indian food so I have had to get creative. Some of my favorites include: roti with banana and nutella, roti with tuna, cucumber, and balsamic vineager all wrapped up, toasted roti with soup, roti with scrambled eggs and tomatoes, roti pizza, roti quesadilla, ripped up roti in some leftover sambar from yesterday's dosa, roti and achar (when I am desperate), roti with peanut butter and M&Ms (when I have had a rough day), Basically the roti has become my new favorite food. It is going to be odd to go back to India and see people actually using it for its intended purpose.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

cultural triangle

I took another mini-vacation this week and went to see the famed Cultural Triangle of Sri Lanka. In the middle of the country there are many ancient ruins and well…cultural stuff from the time of the Kandyan empire. I saw the Sigiriya rock fortress, the Dambulla caves, Pollonaruwa ruins of the ancient city, and managed to squeeze in a safari and a trip to Kandy. The trip culminated with dinner on the beach in Negombo. I won’t blather on about how amazing everything was (though it was amazing). It was the same tourist stuff that I am sure everyone does when they visit that part of the country. Ruins and things like Sigiriya always fascinate me though, it’s interesting to think of people building massive structures before they had things like machinery and measuring instruments to get everything precise.

What is also weird is that the majority of people lived in relative squalor while very very few people got to live in crazy opulent palaces on cliffs. I can just imagine being a random villager getting recruited to build a cliff palace and just wondering why I had been recruited for such a task. Also, I don’t know what they ate back then, but it must have been good to enable them to build fortresses and things with their bare hands. I suppose they had elephants too, but still.

Traveling further north has also reemphasized to me how dire the tourism situation really is here. Hotels are doing their best to pull out all the stops so that people visit and stay. The southern beaches have some local tourism but the center of the country and the north do not and it is pretty tough to see the staff at restaurants and the hawkers looking desperate for business. I feel like Sri Lanka is on its last legs here and if things don’t pick up soon, they are going to get horribly worse. I don’t think that hotels can operate at a loss forever and eventually things are going to start to fold and that will be bad for everyone involved.

So, if you haven’t visited Sri Lanka already, you should. Its got something for everyone, ruins and culture, beaches and nightlife. Even elephants, both wild and tame.

Mark just visited me for a bit and although I am quickly becoming a pro at short visits, they are always a bit sad. It was like this for my parents as well. I hope and hope and look forward to the visit and then before I know it, it’s upon me. I have fun for a short window of time but then, in what seems like an instant, this time that I have looked forward to so much is over.

I have become very accustomed to life in my little guesthouse and the more I think about it, the more I am reassured that I made the right decision in coming and living here. There is something homey about this dorm-like atmosphere and I feel like I really am leading a travelers lifestyle. The other benefit is there are always weird characters hanging out. Today there were some random Aussie surfers and the day before some bohra aunties, its always an adventure

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

more work, more beach

This week has been busy with all of the follow up work I have had to do after the village trip. Going to the village is fun and all but now I have to tackle this project and analyze all of my data. Things have also been a bit hectic with Mark's arrival and Nuzzy's (one of my co-workers) wedding.

I attended my first Sri Lankan Muslim wedding on Friday to see Nuzzy get married and it was quite exciting for me. I was firstly surprised to see all of the women in saris. In India, its the Hindus who wear the Saris and the Muslims who would probably deck out in the fancy Punjabi suits. The bride herself was wearing a Western-style wedding dress which was also quite a surprise to me. Party favors are always small wrapped pieces of cake and they are distributed by female friends of the bride during the reception. (I was recruited for this job). The reception itself was much like a Bohra reception as there was a procession of the bride and groom, dinner, and photos. Also, just as in a Bohra reception, the non-religious people snuck off to another part of the hotel for drinks.

This weekend I was off in Unawatuna again. Its the lovely beach that I wrote about on my first weekend here. It was quite idyllic with coconut palms, white sands, and clean blue ocean. There has been some trouble in that region after a bus bombing about an hour North. I did not take the bus there, needless to say. It was a bit depressing though because while it was a lovely weekend, the hotels had lots of vacancies and people were talking about how the tourist numbers just keep getting worse. The hawkers seemed a little more desperate, and guesthouses kept slashing the prices as an incentive to stay.

The highlight of the trip was a visit to the turtle hatchery where we got to take three-day old baby turtles and release them into the sea. It was adorable to watch the turtles struggle, then scoot along on the sand, and then finally make it into the ocean. We kept a watchful eye out for the crows to make sure none got eaten along the way.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

days 3, 4, 5

Day 3 passed fairly slowly. None of the people I wanted to interview were in the village. I went into the center in the morning but mostly ended up sitting around and using the internet. I perfected my survey and in the afternoon tested it out on Radhika and one of her friends. Some of the questions were hard but they were able to do all of them. It’s still questionable how many answers the younger students will be able to give. There isn’t much value placed on individual work and I had to constantly tell the two girls to stop talking to each other as I didn’t want exactly the same answers.

I am really surprised with the amount that people bathe in this village. It makes me embarrassed that I bathe so little. Every day around 4, the women go down to the canal and scrub themselves from head to toe using soap and some kind of husk. Clothes are also washed in the canal at this time. Women wash their hair every day, and wash it with shampoo every other day. The water in the canal is sometimes cold and the closer it gets to the evening, the colder it gets. I would try to avoid this daily bathing ritual but the fear of giving Indians a bad name as a dirty people allowed me to persevere.

At night lots of random people came to see me because I am new in town and we ended up sitting in Radhika’s hall and chatting. They did most of the chatting as there was no common language, but Radhika occasionally translated. The most thrilling part of the evening was that a snake was spotted outside of the house. I, of course, sat under my mosquito net, very afraid, but Radhika’s dad scared it away with loud noises and fire.

Day 4

I was pretty busy conducting my research today as everyone was in town. I interviewed the headmaster and the manager as well as visited the district secretariat to get statistics on local demographics. It’s amusing how formal these district offices are and the formalities it is necessary to go through. I had to meet several intermediary people just to meet the district secretary’s assistant who could finally give me the statistics I needed. I met the other teachers at Horizon and ended up staying there until quite late. I got to bicycle myself there, which was quite fun and much less painful than sitting on the crossbar or pedaling while someone else is on the crossbar.

The night ended with a lot more people coming over. Unlike North Indian villages, women have quite a lot of mobility in Sri Lankan villages. At night I noticed pairs of women walking with flashlights on the road. They were unchaperoned by men. During the day women can go wherever they want by themselves, even for a bath. Girls roam about in sleeveless tops and skirts without a problem, and are free to ride bicycles to school. However patriarchy asserts itself in different ways. People defer to the wishes of the all-male Buddhist clergy. They marry young and have many children, preventing women from being able to pursue a career. They also value the qualities of shyness and timidity in girls and many of the girls in the program are discouraged by their families from playing sports or participating in recitals. That said, I think it’s much more progressive than India when it comes to women in public spaces. As I have stated before, there is very little leering at women in public space so women are not meant to feel as if they don’t belong there.

Back to Colombo

Saturday was extremely busy as it was the first day of classes at Horizon. I bid farewell to Radhika’s mom, a very sweet woman, and headed off to class on the bus. The mood of the students was cheery and we walked the remaining 1km to the Horizon center. The younger students were taught in batches and the senior students helped the teachers as well as loitered about playing carom and chatting. I tried to teach them chess but I am not the greatest chess teacher so the lesson was short.

I administered the survey taking into account the Eastern problems of cheating and made sure the survey was completed in total silence with students positioned so that nobody could see anyone else’s paper. After the survey was complete I bid goodbye to Horizon and got in the van that would take me along the bumpy dirt road to Anuradhapura.

The trains in this country are easy to figure out (there aren’t very many of them) and have much nicer interiors than Indian trains. For some unfathomable reason, they don’t go fast. Even the express train goes really slow and is only nominally faster than going by car. Train is infinitely more satisfying though and I have five hours of gazing at paddy fields as the old woman next to me bought every possible snack available from the train vendors; from peanuts to salted mango. I reached Colombo at night and not being in touch with the news, happily boarded the bus back home, pleased that I saved 300 rs that a cab would have cost.

Thursday, January 4, 2007

Day 2

At 6 am I heard voices from the other room calling my name in order to wake me up. I rolled out of bed, washed my face in the basin outside and got ready for another day in MV. Breakfast was freshly made hoppers eaten with bananas and washed down with tea. As it was a poya (full moon) day, and therefore a Sri Lankan holiday, many of the students were going to the Horizon center to watch movies and hang out. I came along as well on a bicycle. In MV nobody seems to own a car. Very few people have motorcycles and most people ride bicycles everywhere. It’s not uncommon for two or three people to ride on one bicycle.

We made our way to the Horizon center, past lakes filled with lotus flowers and lush green paddy fields. We passed people bathing in the canals near the road and cows grazing in grassy patches. We also passed a number of military stations. MV is close to the LTTE controlled area so the military has a stronger presence here. There are soldiers at every intersection and it can be a bit unnerving at times to see men riding past on bicycles with machine guns slung over their shoulders.

While I did my work in the center, the kids watched Harry Potter, one of their favorite movies. They love Harry Potter and mimic many of the lines from the movie. Around 2pm Radhika’s father brought us out lunch and we ate together outside. I finished up my work and we all headed home again, two per bicycle.

After we got home we read and chilled for a bit and then got ready to go to the temple. We had our baths in the canal and then came home to pick flowers from the garden for offerings. We then took off around sunset for the village temple. The full moon was bright and shining and we didn’t even need to use the flashlights we had brought with us for light. The temple was illuminated too with hundreds of small oil lamps. We made out offerings and Radhika’s mom spread a small blanket for us to sit on and say our prayers. Many people from the village were there and used the time as an opportunity to gather and socialize before dinner.

Dinner was delicious as always and the night was only briefly interrupted by the arrival of a snake outside. Fire was waved at it and loud noises made and it soon left. Radhika’s family went back to the Indian soap operas and I went back to my computer before turning in. What is striking to me here is the ease in which people can simply sit around doing nothing. The rice is planted, it is growing, the family works hard but it’s not like the backbreaking exhausting work that one stereotypically associates with farmers. There is time to rest, to eat ice cream, to chat with friends. Furthermore the dad helps out a lot both with R’s school and with tasks in the kitchen. Perhaps at harvest time things get a lot busier, but for now, things are fairly calm and relaxed. Downtime is calmer because there is literally nothing to do. People come to visit and occasionally break the monotony but there are no phones, no mail to open, no errands to run, just nothing. They also lack that guilt that I was taught to have about just sitting around doing nothing. I am trying to make the most of it though and get as much done as possible although working on a village schedule is very challenging.

Wednesday, January 3, 2007

Day one in the Village

On Tuesday I boarded the 5:45 train from the Colombo Fort train station for the Northern city of Anuradhapura. I had a second class reserved seat (no first class on this train) and I managed to get to my seat without a problem. Many people have told me horror stories about the Sri Lankan trains. I have heard that it’s unsafe for a woman to travel alone, that I was bound to get harassed, and that people would try to steal my stuff in Anuradhapura. I took the usual precautions by dressing conservatively and not attracting attention and the trip went off without a hitch. In fact, people in the compartment were quite nice and when the soldier came around and checked my passport, people asked if I was an Indian and we chatted for a bit. I was also able to find my stop based on the help of other passengers.

Radhika, my student host from Mahavilachchiya was at the train station to get me, as was her father. We loaded up the rental van and got on our way. Radhika has been studying English for the past 9 years, she is currently 18 years old, and while her English is good, it’s not quite what I would call fluent. She is able to understand and reply in a basic to intermediate conversation but it’s tough for her to explain things using multiple adjectives and verbs. We chatted about her interests in Indian dancing, Bollywood movies, and Indian teledramas. It seems that nobody in MV is even slightly interested in the fact that I am an American; they are very excited that I am an Indian and keep asking me questions about Indian and Indian actors and actresses.

We made a quick stop at the Horizon Lanka building which is the headquarters of the Horizon Lanka NGO, the group responsible for bringing English and computer education to the village and also the group that worked with a number of other organizations, including mine, to set up wireless internet in the village. The building was brightly painted and located in a nice big compound with a playground and many small shelters built for outdoor classes. The center serves the purpose of an after-school center as the village kids come to the center after school to participate in activities such as karate, dancing, computer lessons, and English lessons. The center also boasts a small library of films and books, gym equipment, and 20 or so state of the art computers. There is also a small printing and fax facility available at cost.

I briefly saw the center and then headed to Radhika’s house for lunch. I don’t know quite what I was expecting in terms of accommodation in the village. I can only thank the girl scouts and my parents for making me prepared for all kinds of living environments. Radhika lives in a small brick house with a large courtyard and garden. There are lots of fruit trees in the garden and an internet tower with one of the nodes. Her house consists of her bedroom, her parent’s bedroom, a living room, and a kitchen. Radhika’s dad, like everyone else in the village, is a farmer. While their house isn’t large, it’s quite comfortable and clean and they are able to afford some creature comforts. There is a tap out back of running water and an Asian-style outhouse. They are probably in a low income bracket but are not what I would consider poor. They have nice clothes, good plentiful food, and seem to be very happy and content.

I am once again struck by the kindness of the Sri Lankan people. Whatever people have, they generously give to others and they don’t have that suspiciousness and slyness that we Indians sometimes possess. Perhaps it’s a city vs. village thing but it’s nice to feel truly out of the rat race and among people who are just chilled out and content with life. Content would be the best way to describe people here. They are just very happy with what they have a good lesson for someone like me who is never quite satisfied. Radhika's parents are very kind and welcoming and though they don’t speak English, have made me at home here.

After arriving at her house we sat down for a delicious lunch of rice and curry and a boney lake fish that was deep fried whole. Rice is the staple diet here and is served for all three meals with some kind of coconut product. Example: breakfast of hoppers and grated coconut chutney, lunch of rice and vegetables in coconut curry, dinner of rice noodles and vegetables cooked with grated coconut. Dessert is usually bananas. It’s all so fattening but so delicious.

Lunch was followed by a nap and then a bath. To bathe we went down to a canal which is near the paddy fields. I think the canal is used for irrigation. There was fish and tadpoles and things swimming in it with us. To take a bath in the canal we had to first wear sarongs. The bath is taken while wearing the sarong so that people passing from the road don’t see anything. While bathing, people wash their clothes as well. I soaped up and jumped in and then spent a good deal of time manipulating the wet sarong and my dry clothes so that I could get dressed.

In the afternoon people visited Radhika’s house and dropped by to say hello to me. Most people didn’t speak much English but as it is a village, they were interested in meeting the visitor from India. Indian culture is very popular here so people seemed happy to meet me. After it got dark we had dinner and sat down to watch Tamil soap operas. The best were the Hindi soap operas, dubbed in Tamil, and subtitled in Sinhalese! I went to sleep under my mosquito net early at 9:30 as people tend to maximize daylight hours here and wake up really early.

New Years

New Years in Colombo was a grand affair and I went with my friends to one of the poshest parties in town at the Galle Face Hotel. Tickets that originally sold for 5,000 rs were being scalped on New Years Eve for 15,000 rs! I got all dressed up, met up with my friends and headed to the party around 11.

There were no drinks included in the cost so we had brought some drinks from home and kept them at out table. I didn’t have more than one or two because more would have ensured I fell asleep by one. It was a fun time, the hotel pavilion was near the ocean and we could look out at the sea as well as hear the waves crashing on the beach. The who’s who of Colombo were there, dressed to the nines and looking to have a good time. Midnight came and went, there was a Sri Lankan breakfast buffet, nice music, good friends, all the ingredients for a good time but somehow my heart wasn’t in it. Sometimes the magic just isn’t there. I had a nice time but I missed my family and friends a lot.

Bombay meri jaan

The trip to Bombay was exciting but hectic. Its always a bit strange returning to familiar places for just a short time because you feel like you want to make yourself at home but you are constantly planning for the day of your departure. Coming back to Bombay really made me realize how much that place has now become home to me. I get comfortable in my grandmother’s house, call up old friends and go out in what is now my city.

It’s strange because when you first come to Bombay you are inspired and want to go home and write about it and talk to everyone you know about every little thing that you encountered from the cardboard train tickets to the bottles of milk. Tiny, insignificant things are great enough to write essays on. You would think if you stayed long enough that this would go away. It doesn’t. What does happen is that the feeling gets more subdued, things become more familiar and sensations overwhelm you to the point that you don’t know what to say anymore. You don’t want to seem childish or trivial so you keep your thoughts and words to yourself and then inwardly marvel at everything.

Mom did not let me relax and together we combined our shopping powers and hit up the major Bombay bazaars such as Zaveri bazaar, Mangaldas Market, Mohamed Ali road, Bhendi bazaar, Colaba, and even hit a few shopping malls. Shopping in Bombay is always an adventure as everything is spread out and sold in its particular market rather than a one-stop-shop. Mom and I laughed at the fact that in the US we just go to Target for an hour while in Bombay we schlep all the way to the market on the bus, haggle with vendors, and load up shopping bags with merchandise. Truly, we are champions.

It was also lovely to see my old friends. It will be hard to leave Bombay because of them. I have good friends in America, but Bombay is somehow more like college; plans are fluid and people live close enough by that they can meet up on a weekly or daily basis. One doesn’t have to make plans weeks in advance. (Though this can get frustrating when you do want to plan) People are just more accessible in Bombay which is very comforting. It’s the kind of place that if you go out on Friday night you will probably bump into people you know. However if you are sneaky you can choose places where you a guaranteed not to know anyone. It’s the best of both worlds.

The days in my most favorite and loved of cities ended quickly though and I had to say goodbye to everyone and get on the 3:30 am flight to Colombo. Coming back to the guesthouse, all my lonesome was tough, especially because I had moved rooms and the place was a mess. It was also challenging to get back into the routine of work and haggling with Sinhalese speaking trishaw drivers every morning. I miss my grandmother bringing me my afternoon tea!