After the best dinner yet in India, they brought out the Hookah

A great dinner to end to our short first day in Udaipur after a flight from Aurangabad to Mumbai and then Mumbai to Udaipur: amazing stewed potatoes, rice, a little mutton, peppers stuffed with paneer (an awesome cottage cheese-like cheese), nan, papadam, a vegetable masala, and Kingfisher beer and red wine (not on the menu...you had to ask). And then they brought out the hookah.

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Drawing: Spooks

jack brummet drawing in Aurangabad - click to enlarge

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Claire Brummet and Colin Whitchelo, fodder for the papparazzi?

Keelin also starred in numerous photos--click to enlarge


It may be because western tourists are in very short supply right now, this being the hot season (we were almost the only westerners in somewhat obscure Aurangabad...but now, reaching Udaipur, there are a lot of Germans). Or maybe it's because Claire and Colin are lovable and photogenic (which they are). But when we visited the Ellora Caves, every one wanted a picture taken with Claire and Colin. Colin thinks they posed for around fifty pictures that day.


Even a geezer like me was approached by many Indians and posed for photos; they wanted to say hello. At least five or six asked for my email address. All the college students I talked to at our fort visit wanted to know about life in the USA, and what we thought of India ("I LOVE it" I told them). They would, to a person, tell us 16 days was not nearly long enough to see such a wide and diverse and historic country--"you need to visit at least six months!" And they're probably right. Fortunately, my daughter Claire and BF Colin Whitchelo will be here a couple of months--they like that very much. I know for sure, like Arnold said, "I'll be back." (Note: when they ask where I'm from, the one thing that seems to register is if I tell them north of California, and south of Alaska).


I am blown away by the kindness and warmth (and awesome head bobbing!) of the Indian people--all of them...in traditional dress, in western dress, of whatever caste or religion. It helps of course, that far more of them speak English than in any country in which I've traveled. We can actually talk and connect. I don't know if it is their deep faith, or the tolerance they've developed amongst their many religions, but when you spend a little time with the people, it's not surprising what a hotbed of religion this is, or why Buddhism, Hinduism, and all the other hundreds of religions germinated and flourished here. You know, as Sarah Palin said "that hopey changey stuff"--like, say, Gandhi!


Maybe Claire and Colin remind them of someone else?




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Monkeys in Ellora

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I have never seen monkeys (or any of our other cousins) that were not in captivity before this--an excellent topper to our visit to The Ellora Caves.

These are called hanuman langur in Hindi and sometimes Grey Langurs. They walk on all fours. I don't know much about them, but monkeys are a little bit scary when there is not a window or cage between us.




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In Mumbai: Seeing Love, Sex, and Dhoka by Dibakar Banerjee

Our last night in Mumbai we went to see a new Bollywood film--Love, Sex, and Dhoka, by Dibakar Banerjee...you can see a trailer for the movie here.

As you know, Indians love movies, and Bollywood cranks them out by--literally-the thousands. We were at a bit of a disadvantage, since, while the film did have an English title, it was in Hindi.

The movie opened with the usual announcements about turning off your cell phone and talking during the movie. The last announcement was about terrorism (a recurring and sometimes spooky theme in our visit):

In the event of an explosion,please help the injured
before you exit the auditorium.

The audience was more subdued than we expected, and almost all in their 20's and 30's. The movie itself was a series of interlocking stories, including a fascinating one based around a closed circuit camera system installed in a store and one (pixeled out) sex scene it captures. It was pretty funny (although we missed most of the non-visual jokes). The other stories were about two film students that fall in love while their parents oppose them. A pop star is wasted by a woman he spurned because she wouldn't come across. I'll admit it was not fully comprehensible, due to my extreme Hindi deficiency, but it was fun nonetheless. A review I read in the Mumbai Times the next day said this is a groundbreaking film for the post-modern generation. I'll have to take his word on that. I am looking forward to watching a dubbed or subtitled DVD version when I get back to America. (Note: unlike in Greece or Turkey, Indians call in the United States or USA (like they do in Mexico).
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Marathi, Maharashtra, India: The 34 Buddhist, Hindu, and Jain Carved Rock Caves At Ellora

Like most of the best archaeological sites we've seen around the world, the Caves of Ellora are a World Heritage Site. Marathi: (वेरूळ) is an about 20 miles from Aurangabad in the Maharashtra state (which also contains Mumbai). I'm not sure how far this is away from Mumbai, but the flight here was only about 35 minutes on a 737 (so it is within a couple hundred miles).





[Note: The photos are not great--you are not allowed to use flash in the caves...and remember these are caves! And then, halfway trough, my camera ran out of juice and I was reduced to using a phone-cam--click all photos to enlarge].

These fantastically sculpted caves are a mind-bending example of "cut from rock" architecture. Everything you see is cut from stone. The caves and sculpture were cut out with chisels and other hand tools from the face of solid stone in the Charanandri hills. The 34 caves were successively built by Buddhist, Hindu and Jain groups.

These caves (not the sort of caves we think of in the west) were temples and monasteries, carved out many years from around the 5th to 10th centuries (A.D.). There are 12 Buddhist (caves 1–12), 17 Hindu (13–29) and 5 Jain (caves 30–34) caves, built in a row over six centuries. Some of the caves took 200 years to complete...

Amazingly, each succeeding set of caves builds on the tradition of the previous ones--probably not surprising when you think of the amazing stew of hundreds of religions and sects that still exist (and influence each other) here. You find Buddhas in the Hindu caves; there are Ganeshes in the Jain caves. Some of the caves have two, three, or four floors. Not only did they carve out the caves themselves, but they also carved elaborate sculptures, friezes and the like on many of the walls. They also carved out elaborately decorated and sculpted columns--some of which remind me of Roman and Greek columns.

A couple of hours drive away are the Ajanta Caves, where Claire, Colin, and Keelin traveled to today. I will try to get them to post about these along with their photos. I opted for a cool day poolside (and feel deliciously guilty about it)--it's the first day I've spent here no tromping around for many miles in the blazing sun. It's probably my only chill day of the entire trip! Already, I am eager for more. We have several excursions scheduled for Udaipur (where we fly via Mumbai) starting mid-day tomorrow

Restoration workers on bamboo scaffolding. Not only is it bamboo, but it is fastened together with what is little better than very thick jute twine!

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My Traveling Partners

Keelin Curran, Colin Whitcheloe, and Claire Brummet
at a fortification wall at a massive Fort we visited


Keelin standing at the sea wall with the Bay
of Bengal behind her



Claire and Colin with a pitcher of beer at
Leopolds in Mumbai. They--and many other
watering holes serve these silly "beer towers"
instead of pitchers

Live from Aurangabad: Faces No. 149 - Four scratchboard portraits

click to enlarge

I drew...um, scratched...these faces on the plane ride this morning from Mumbai to Aurangabad. We had another brutal day of sleep. After going to bed after midnight, the four of us had to get up at 4 am to get on the plane. The plane was, of course, delayed, and we got into our hotel around am. This gave us an hour and a half to "freshen up" before our driver arrived to take us to the stunningly beautiful caves at the archaeological site, the Ellora Caves, about which more tomorrow.
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One more reason I love Bombay--an ox cart among the taxis, buses, trucks, and sedans

I couldn't get a good shot because there was too much traffic by the time I got my camera out, but you can see the red horns of two ox, drawing a cart behind a bus in insane traffic. The 70'ish looking oxcart driver (and the oxen) seemed entirely unflappable among the crazy driving, non-stop beeping horns, and exhaust.

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Visiting Bombay High Court, where Ghandi told the Brits to take a hike

This beautiful building was completed in November 1878--it
is four floors, many very utilitarian courtrooms, and some gorgeous ones.

The Bombay High Court is one of the oldest Courts in India. It is the Appellate court over the States of Maharashtra, Goa , Daman and Diu. 75 judges and many hundreds of attorneys work there.

We actually got to sit in on some trials and hearings, and visited the courtroom where Gandhi underwent a famous trial and defied the British overlords. That courtroom was gorgeous--spare, but artfully designed. He was jailed then, for like two years, but there is now a large framed photograph of him on the wall.

The trials were pretty interesting. All attorneys wear suits under black robes and white ties. Everyone holds, shares, and passes around huge volumes of documents and papers. There were computers around but little sign they helped to abate the massive volume of paperwork.

It was also the first time I've seen carbon paper in use in about thirty years!
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Dharavi - a three hour 100 degree walk through the `slumdog` slum

Notice the mosque with its stately minarets in the midst of the rubble.

There are also Hindi and other churches in the slum, as well as medical

clinics, and other services

We went on a harrowing, sometimes heart-breaking tour of the Dharavi slum in Mumbai today. It was a guided tour, with proceeds going to a most joyous school, which we visited at the end. Over one million people live in an area roughly the size of Central Park, which they say makes this the densest "city" in the world. Most of the slums--that hold half of Bombay's people--are much smaller.

It was better and worse than we expected. Single room dwellings line both sides of tiny back streets, with kitchens and bedrooms coexisting in roughly 100 square feet or so, with up to ten people in each. Most of the alleys/streets were about three feet wide, and everything anyone uses, eats, drinks, etc., is hauled in on your back. The dwellings have no electricity or plumbing. There are community toilets--unplumbed. You must bring water when you use them. There are both open (and some closed) drains and sewers, all of which drain into a large channel at the edge of Dharavi (which empties into the Arabian Sea about two miles "downstream").

There are central water sites scattered throughout Dharavi--everyone must go get the water for their family. You fill metal buckets with drinking water and bring them to your place. You also own a large barrel near the waterspout--this is for your family baths and washing (because a barrel would take up too much room in a 100 square foot dwelling with eight people inside).

As depressing and hopeless as it seemed, there are a few signs of hope. there is an increasingly large recycling industry, processing recyclable waste from other parts of Mumbai. There are something like 15,000 single-room factories there. Some of them are doing incredibly toxic operations right among the living quarters.

We toured plastic, paper, and even metal recycling factories. Factories doesn't do it justice--we saw an aluminum recycling operation in a high ceilinged room, maybe 20 x 30 feet. It had two forges. After people had washed aluminum cans (beer, Coke, etc.), they were dried, and then fed into buckets in forges. When melted, the aluminum was poured into molds that created six pound aluminum ingots. These are transported--like everything else--via someone's back--out to the highway and sold back to the canneries, breweries, and soda plants that made them in the first place. And the cycle begins again...

I think you can see some apartment buildings in the photos above. These are on the edge of Dharavi, and are built on razed slum dwellings. Because of these illegal mini-factories, some people are actually able to move into small apartments. Our tour guide claimed that in ten years those apartments would cover what was the slum. That is hard to believe. These apartments remind me of some of the worst projects in Bed Sty or Harlem in NYC in the 70`s. Nonetheless, they are an exponential leap from the slum rooms. However, they are a hard sell too--in the slums, there is no rent, no electric or water or sewer bill. You don`t buy paint or light bulbs. The 100 rupees (two or three dollars) you make in recycling, tanning leather, or sewing don`t go very far outside the slum.

And despite the disease, the smell, the rubble, and grinding poverty, there was some hope--we saw children in a Muslim school joyously shouting their numbers from 1 to 100 (in English of course). We saw many smiles, and some laughter. Many kids shook our hands and wanted to say hello. Most adults ignored us, but many would smile and joke. The other slums have no work available, and hard and dirty as the work is, it gave the people in Dharavi some sort of leg up. There were doctors around.

As terrible as things are, there is at least a shred of hope. I don't know what we can do to help the people of Dharavi, but I hope we somehow can. There are possibilities and some glimmer of hope if they can just get a little more help. Let's face it--their money comes from being seriously exploited by companies manufacturing without health and safety regulation, no taxation (this is almost all underground) and paying wages one fifth of what they would pay in other places. Isn't there some kind of middle ground for benevolent capitalists...or is that an oxymoron?

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Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya - the old name was easier for a westerner!

The Buddha

Ganesh

Painting of a challenge

Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya

On Wednesday a few hours after arriving, and about four hours sleep, we lit out. I wanted to see the former Prince of Wales museum, now called the Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya. It is a gorgeous old museum, with a stragely eclectic collection, spanning incredible Buddhist and Hindi sculpture and miniature paintings, an extensive collection of Chinese porcelain and jade (boring), and even a few galleries of western paintings by the like of William Gainsborough, Titian and Rubens' school, and even a painting of Lanky Abe Lincoln!

The museum has around 50,000 items from ancient Indian history and objects from elsewhere (Like Abe Lincoln). The museum is more or less divided into three parts: Art (largely western paiting), Archaeology and Natural History. The museum has thousands of Indus Valley Civilization artfacts, and other relics from ancient India from the time of the Guptas and Mauryas. As always, we were most interested in the archaeological artifacts--mostly scupltures, and the like. What we loved most were the ancient scupltures of Buddha and the various Hindu deities.

Since it was a holiday, the place was filled with Indians and only a small handful of tourists. One thing I found really heart-warming and amazing about Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya was how joyous and relaxed it was. The guards were smiling, and there was much talking and laughter--quite a contrast to our more staid and library-like museums. I bought a camera permit for a few dollars which allowed me to take all the photographs I wanted. I'll share as many as I can.

After much walking around town, we stopped for beers at the famous Leopold's (140 years old, a site where Indians, Africans, and Brit, German, and America tourists eat and drink together). Leopolds was the site of a terroist attack in 2008. You are wanded and your bags are checked before you enter. The beer and mint lime-ade was cold and cheap. Later Tuesday night, we had an awesoe vegetarian thalli, nan, and mineral water dinner down the street.

Back at the hotel, we chilled, drank much water, and fell out. I got in a few chapters of Rick Stieves Travel As A Political Act.
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Bombay calling! Getting there

We left Seattle at around 2pm Sunday.  We arrived in Bombay sometime around 3:30 am Tuesday. It took about 24 hours to get here on a Boeing 777...ten hours to Seoul Korea and a couple of hours there, then a nine hour trip from Seoul to Mumbai-Bombay. 

At the airport we took a wild ride (note: they are all wild rides!) to our hotel.  You ride through the famous slumdog slum, dodging may pope dog and other cars and taxis, beeping the horn whenever you near another vehicle or person.  There were maybe thirty red lights on the way; we did not stop for one.  More about traffic here later.  I wonder if any gringo is crazy enough to actually rent a car...

I walked around outside at 5am, and discovered literally dozens of people on our block, sleeping beside their stands or their trike-rickshaws.  As I discovered later, they mostly arise around 7 am, and begin their day.  More soon!  jack
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Travelogue --On the road and in the air to Southern India

The Ellora Caves, which, of course, will be a focus of our archaeological explorations.

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On Tuesday, All This Is That again becomes a travelogue for a couple of weeks, as I travel to India to visit Mumbai, Udaipur, Aurangabad, and Pune.  Some of my favorite posts on ATIT comes from my trips to NYC, Mexico, Great Britain, Florida, Turkey, and Greece. 

I'll try to start writing and posting photos Tuesday.  As always, I hope to rope in guest editors.  As always Pablo, will be providing political commentary...
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Nigel Godrich’s "Basement Tapes"

Thanks to Ian Rodia for this awesome music link.  Ian found uber-producer Nigel Godrich’s ‘Basement’ recordings where he records random bands live in his studio; later episodes are at Bob Clearmountain’s studio.  There are a lot of interesting bands and artists that you probably know.  But, what is incredible is the sound--obviously not overdubbed or fiddled with a lot.  Everybody sounds great!  Even people of whom I;m not a huge fan. Here's a link to Godrich's website.  He is probably best known for his work with Radiohead.  He also scored recently with his work with Paul McCartney--a lot of people this was Maccas best solo work since his first album.

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Video: 2012 - The Election

Thanks to Dr. Stephen Clarke-Willson for this clip. The folks at All This Is That (and at the President Sarah Palin blog) keep warning the "it can't happen here" folks that this could actually happen in your lifetime!


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Faces No. 148 - scratchboard drawing by Jack Brummet

click scratchboard to enlarge

negative image of scratchboard - click to enlarge

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My favorite Jim Morrison story: The Miami Incident

You probably remember the "Miami Incident" if you were listening to music back in 1969.  If you weren't, you may have heard about it.  My friend Frank Curran was at a Doors show in Seattle sometime later, when someone yelled "play Miami!", and Morrison unloaded on Seattle (as I also heard Jimi Hendrix do in his last hometown show).

The "Miami Incident" landed Morrison in serious hot water with the FBI and the courts.  On March 1, 1969, he gave a controversial performance at a Doors concert in Miami, Florida, and was later charged with public drunkenness, and various other crimes.  He was specifically accused of exposing himself   to the crowd, and was eventually convicted of "indecent exposure," a misdemeanor, and not the felonies he was initially charged with.  He was sentenced to serve time.  But he never served it; he moved to Paris and died at the age of 27.
One night, Morrison was out with a bunch of people, and his friend Tom Baker started goading him (it was getting hostile):

"Tell us now, Mr. Jim Morrison, rock star. Tell us what happened in Miami."

Morrison glared at Baker, and drained his drink.

"Come on, Jim, tell us once and for all."

"Well," Jim Morrison said in a quiet voice, "I wanted to see what it looked like in the spotlight."

The crowd burst out laughing, spraying the bar with their drinks and Jim grinned proudly.
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