Well.... Guess what? India hasn't changed! "How bout that?" as my Nana used to say.
It is however MUCH cooler than last year when I was here. Phew! It makes a huge difference. The food at the clinic is served differently now which means I get more to eat. I am determined to not loss weight this year (though I already have). It was hard to get it back on when I returned home.
Everyone at the clinic, with exception of Beth and I, are members of the Transcendental Meditation Movement so the dynamics are similar to our experience last year. There are more folks from other parts of the world this time, but all Maharishi followers. There are people here from Australia, Lebanon, South Africa, UK and Italy. The people from Italy are getting married here at the clinic which will mean we get to see and participate in an Indian wedding. Beth and I would love that!
A typical day looks like this: I get up, take my herbs and go down to the dining hall to call Jeff and Cole before Cole goes to bed. I have to go to the dining hall because the wifi doesn't work in my room. :( Not terribly private. I then go see the good Doctor for my pulse check. I return to the dining hall for breakfast and then it is off to treatment. The first treatment I always get is called Abyanga. Much like what we would call a message. From then on the treatments change. Sometimes I get Patra Bodli, which is called the "pounding" treatment by the patients. It is eucalyptus leafs sauteed just a bit in oil, wrapped in thin burlap sheets, heated over and over and then pounded up and down the body. This lasts for about 1 hr. Other times I get Shari Shek, which I call water torture. It consists of herbs boiled in water and then poured over the body, for again about 1 hr. I am then released :) to return to the clinic for lunch. We all get about 2 hrs for lunch. Lunch is the biggest meal of the day which is unfortunate as I can't eat a big meal at lunch and then go lay on a wooden slab for the rest of the afternoon. After lunch I get 2 or 3 more treatments. A facial mud pack with honey and rose water in it. Basti's which are placed over your lower back or on your stomach and heart. They fashion what looks like an uncooked doughnut and put it on your skin. They put pearls (yes, pearls) in the doughnuts and then fill the doughnut with warm oil. When the oil cools they sponge it out and pour more warm oil in. This process lasts about 45 min. Then I have Taka dara. It is buttermilk boiled with herbs, cooled and then drizzled over the forehead for an hour. Again I am released to come back to the house for the evening but treatments are not over. Around 8 pm a technician shows up to rub oil into your feet and into the soft spot on your head. Then treatment is over for the day unless you are having a Basti. Different than the one mentioned above and TMI so I won't go into details. Before the night is over I attempt to call my boys again. Then I do it all over again the next day and the next and the next.....
Beth is off seeing the city today, accompanied by Murtuza of HSPCA (the folks that rescued the dogs). I am sure she will have stories to tell. The good folks from HSPCA have bent over backwards to make our stay more comfortable. They picked us up at the airport, got me a refrigerator for my meds, got us an Indian phone so that Beth has access to the clinic when out, have arranged drivers and are checking on us regularly. It makes me feel MUCH better knowing if I need something that there is someone here that will make sure it gets done. We owe them a great deal of thanks as they are all very busy. They all have jobs and in their spare time rescue animals from horrendous circumstances! They are looking for land to start a shelter. Please check out their website at hspca.in. Bless them a million times over.
If you didn't know, when in India, you never wear your shoes into a home. They are always left out by the door. Last night I was in the cafeteria talking with Jeff and I heard a rustle at the door and thought a dog had come to the door. Because I was talking to Jeff I ignored it. I know a few of you are surprised and it was a MISTAKE. I left to come to my room and one of my FAVORITE flip flops was missing. Initially I thought ok, someone is messing with me. Then I thought oooohhhh the dog that came to the door took it! It is something Baby would do! I looked around a bit to no avail. When I got to treatment this am I told the Tech's that a dog took my shoe. They told me "yes, they take many patient shoes". I later told Dr. Ganga and she said yes and don't leave your laundry out either. Just recently a dog went up to the 4th floor took a shoe, a blouse and tore all the laundry from the line! My theory is the dogs are exacting revenge on the humans due to the treatment they receive. Or they could just be playing. Either way my flip flop is gone.
To keep my mind busy, sort of, I am attempting to learn Telagu, the language spoken here. The Tech's teach a new word or two every day. They say the word, I attempt to repeat it, they laugh and we try again. I am sure they are laughing with me. Then when I go in to see the good Doc I practice my Telagu. He laughs to! I tried to tell the men that came to fix the Internet (which is spotty at best) thank you in Telagu. They didn't understand me. I repeated it several times before a staff member had the decency to translate for me. One of the men laughed so hard his face turned red. I am undeterred. Today I told the Tech's if I am going to learn Telagu they are going to learn Sign Language so when they teach me a word in Telagu I teach them the same word in Sign Language. They are very good sports.
I have some pictures to share but Beth is gone and I don't know how to do it! I will save them for the next post.
It is easier being here this time though I would still rather be at home with my boys. I am going to live vicariously through Beth's adventures. Next Sat or Sunday Murtuza is going to come and get us and we are going to meet their dog, go the lake with the Buddha in the middle of it and have a meal. I have been out a few times with fellow patients and ridden in Rickshaw's. Those are adventures not to be missed or for the faint of heart. This afternoon we are going to a textile bizarre when we finish treatment. It is fabric from all regions of India. We are excited and I image it will be spectacular. We are going in a "proper car" as our Australian friend says.
The mosquito's are enjoying me and Beth to no end!
Angie everyone has asked about you!
Dreaming of sushi & steak.....
My love,
Mary
It is however MUCH cooler than last year when I was here. Phew! It makes a huge difference. The food at the clinic is served differently now which means I get more to eat. I am determined to not loss weight this year (though I already have). It was hard to get it back on when I returned home.
Everyone at the clinic, with exception of Beth and I, are members of the Transcendental Meditation Movement so the dynamics are similar to our experience last year. There are more folks from other parts of the world this time, but all Maharishi followers. There are people here from Australia, Lebanon, South Africa, UK and Italy. The people from Italy are getting married here at the clinic which will mean we get to see and participate in an Indian wedding. Beth and I would love that!
A typical day looks like this: I get up, take my herbs and go down to the dining hall to call Jeff and Cole before Cole goes to bed. I have to go to the dining hall because the wifi doesn't work in my room. :( Not terribly private. I then go see the good Doctor for my pulse check. I return to the dining hall for breakfast and then it is off to treatment. The first treatment I always get is called Abyanga. Much like what we would call a message. From then on the treatments change. Sometimes I get Patra Bodli, which is called the "pounding" treatment by the patients. It is eucalyptus leafs sauteed just a bit in oil, wrapped in thin burlap sheets, heated over and over and then pounded up and down the body. This lasts for about 1 hr. Other times I get Shari Shek, which I call water torture. It consists of herbs boiled in water and then poured over the body, for again about 1 hr. I am then released :) to return to the clinic for lunch. We all get about 2 hrs for lunch. Lunch is the biggest meal of the day which is unfortunate as I can't eat a big meal at lunch and then go lay on a wooden slab for the rest of the afternoon. After lunch I get 2 or 3 more treatments. A facial mud pack with honey and rose water in it. Basti's which are placed over your lower back or on your stomach and heart. They fashion what looks like an uncooked doughnut and put it on your skin. They put pearls (yes, pearls) in the doughnuts and then fill the doughnut with warm oil. When the oil cools they sponge it out and pour more warm oil in. This process lasts about 45 min. Then I have Taka dara. It is buttermilk boiled with herbs, cooled and then drizzled over the forehead for an hour. Again I am released to come back to the house for the evening but treatments are not over. Around 8 pm a technician shows up to rub oil into your feet and into the soft spot on your head. Then treatment is over for the day unless you are having a Basti. Different than the one mentioned above and TMI so I won't go into details. Before the night is over I attempt to call my boys again. Then I do it all over again the next day and the next and the next.....
Beth is off seeing the city today, accompanied by Murtuza of HSPCA (the folks that rescued the dogs). I am sure she will have stories to tell. The good folks from HSPCA have bent over backwards to make our stay more comfortable. They picked us up at the airport, got me a refrigerator for my meds, got us an Indian phone so that Beth has access to the clinic when out, have arranged drivers and are checking on us regularly. It makes me feel MUCH better knowing if I need something that there is someone here that will make sure it gets done. We owe them a great deal of thanks as they are all very busy. They all have jobs and in their spare time rescue animals from horrendous circumstances! They are looking for land to start a shelter. Please check out their website at hspca.in. Bless them a million times over.
If you didn't know, when in India, you never wear your shoes into a home. They are always left out by the door. Last night I was in the cafeteria talking with Jeff and I heard a rustle at the door and thought a dog had come to the door. Because I was talking to Jeff I ignored it. I know a few of you are surprised and it was a MISTAKE. I left to come to my room and one of my FAVORITE flip flops was missing. Initially I thought ok, someone is messing with me. Then I thought oooohhhh the dog that came to the door took it! It is something Baby would do! I looked around a bit to no avail. When I got to treatment this am I told the Tech's that a dog took my shoe. They told me "yes, they take many patient shoes". I later told Dr. Ganga and she said yes and don't leave your laundry out either. Just recently a dog went up to the 4th floor took a shoe, a blouse and tore all the laundry from the line! My theory is the dogs are exacting revenge on the humans due to the treatment they receive. Or they could just be playing. Either way my flip flop is gone.
To keep my mind busy, sort of, I am attempting to learn Telagu, the language spoken here. The Tech's teach a new word or two every day. They say the word, I attempt to repeat it, they laugh and we try again. I am sure they are laughing with me. Then when I go in to see the good Doc I practice my Telagu. He laughs to! I tried to tell the men that came to fix the Internet (which is spotty at best) thank you in Telagu. They didn't understand me. I repeated it several times before a staff member had the decency to translate for me. One of the men laughed so hard his face turned red. I am undeterred. Today I told the Tech's if I am going to learn Telagu they are going to learn Sign Language so when they teach me a word in Telagu I teach them the same word in Sign Language. They are very good sports.
I have some pictures to share but Beth is gone and I don't know how to do it! I will save them for the next post.
It is easier being here this time though I would still rather be at home with my boys. I am going to live vicariously through Beth's adventures. Next Sat or Sunday Murtuza is going to come and get us and we are going to meet their dog, go the lake with the Buddha in the middle of it and have a meal. I have been out a few times with fellow patients and ridden in Rickshaw's. Those are adventures not to be missed or for the faint of heart. This afternoon we are going to a textile bizarre when we finish treatment. It is fabric from all regions of India. We are excited and I image it will be spectacular. We are going in a "proper car" as our Australian friend says.
The mosquito's are enjoying me and Beth to no end!
Angie everyone has asked about you!
Dreaming of sushi & steak.....
My love,
Mary
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1 comments:
The Smiths said...
Got a little leakey eyed because I love you two so much! BE CAREFUL and come home safe to us. We are praying for you both. Give my sister a big huge kiss for me;)
xoxo
Shanny