Thursday, October 15, 2009
Once day in the late afternoon the big Hindu man who lives beyond that wall and garden came out of his gate and started an augment with the flower lady. It was a hum dinger. He flung his arms and his face got puffed up and sweat drippy and the flower lady made one remark and then just sat there. the man gestured to the flowers spread out of the sidewalk, he pointed to her old wooden cart. He did not like her there. He wanted his street neat and orderly. Never mind the huge pile of dirt, trash and rocks on his corner. It has been there since last year. His maid sweeps the street every day and just adds to the mound.
What was the outcome of this confrontation? Another maid came up and began to yell at the man. The flower lady just sat there. The maid yelled louder and louder and so did the man, but after a half hour of yelling the maid won and the man retreated to his house. The next day the flower lady was gone. Again, day after day she was no longer on the corner. I felt so bad. I asked an auto driver what happen. Good news. Her daughter had just had a baby. In a few days the flower lady was back on the corner. She knows who I am and often makes an effort to catch my eye as I am leaping into an auto and taking off down the street. Her smiles tells me that we both know that she won the big argument. She learned from her great countryman that peace is the best weapon of war.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
What is all this? Forms, passports, sunglasses for swollen eyes from inoculation shots AND a bottle of a toxic solution that you can put on your clothes to ward off mosquitoes. This is a year ago and our first stop in India. Next was a short flight to Chennai and our new home for two years. The mosquito repellent is still in the bottle and tucked back on a shelf. Never seems to be time to use it.
We have just finished the hot, hot, hot season and it was gloriously mosquito free but they are back. As careful as you are with closing the house up by 5:30 and not opening too early in the morning you still get zinged. Unfortunately when my English class left tonight the mosquitoes came in the front door again.
I was dutifully practicing the piano because a good friend suggested that I keep at it and I got bit three times on the elbow. Maybe this year I will MAKE TIME to put mosquito repellent on my clothes. The season for those little critters is eight and a half months long.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
A new rule makes the little gold and black autos convert to LPG liquid but you hardly can find it at any of the stations. What's worse? No room on the road at all. It won't be long. As the economy changes and more people buy cars, an auto or a car - it won't mater what you drive if you can't find space on the street to travel. There are a lot of small cars in line at this petrol station here in Chennai . That's good because in New Delhi big cars are already banded.
In our little congregation no one owned a car when we arrived , but a few months ago two brothers came to listen and one took baptism. They own a car. See. It's coming. GRIDLOCK!
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
When you live in a big country you can be safe and a few states over "brothers and sister" have lost their homes in a cyclone. An earth quake can topple freeways and bridges near the Pacific and the plains states are peaceful. We are familiar with the ebb and flow of disasters over a large area. This morning our neighbors in the next state over reported two and a half million people homeless because of flooding. We are hot and dry and there two hundred have died because the Krishna River is higher that it has been in 106 years. I just couldn't post the picture of the woman sobbing because her home and what little she had was washed away. I couldn't post it but I will never forget the look in her eyes.
What is not familiar is we are at war. If I were home and one corner of my country was at war I would know it, think about it, pray about it, but here it is never mentioned. In Indian we are fighting communism and the communist are fighting back against capitalism and killing anyone who gets in their way. Whole villages disappear in the night and trains are blown up. Atrocities are committed and man's inhumanity to his fellowman rages. The Indian soldiers march through the jungles as they look for the enemy. They carry rifles on their shoulders and there is talk of accelerating the war. Some would call this an insurrection, but I remember from our history books at home that when some of our states fought against the government we called it war.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
I do have a second set of friends. Here they are talking with me between lessons. When I asked them a good place to shop in case I wanted to buy something for a granddaughter, they spoke, "Pothy's" in unison . Now I call them my personal shoppers. If India needs to count on women like these, her future is secure. I love to be in the room when they are called on to pray. Soon after any one of them starts you know that they are connected and heaven is listening. It is alright for the rest of us to be there but they are talking to God and through the Lord Jesus Christ these woman in little girl bodies have faith that their prayers will be answered.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
In addition to the intricate carving of this massive door it comes with a sill of a foot thick marble. If you are good at bargaining you might be able to have this one for $80,000 plus shipping.