Wahoe Cottage

One of the great things about traveling in a group is that you don't have to organize everything.  Hanging with TAO was particularly sweet because Stacy had everything figured out, Jennifer kept us on track, and Courtney maintained an amazing sense of direction.  So when we traveled to Delhi, I simply daydreamed and carried stuff where I was told, and trusted in my friends.

Now I was just getting to know Courtney.  When I heard she was coming I befriended her on a social networking site to do some "sleuthing".  My biggest clue, although I did not know it at the time, was the following status update:  "Looking for a ride back to Norman from Dallas on Wednesday. Any volunteers? Gas $, snack food and antics guaranteed."  Hmmm...what does "antics guaranteed" mean?  Stay tuned.

A week ago we were discussing online where to stay in Delhi.  I had contacted Manish, a math professor friend who lived in Delhi, to see if he had any suggestions.  He wasn't in town, but suggested the possibility of staying at a university guest house somehow.  Before that was settled, Courtney had made arrangements through a website called Couchsurfing.org, with which she had had pleasant experiences in the U.S.  The site is set up so that people can crash for free at other people's houses.  There are ratings and testimonials to make it fairly safe.  Here is the Couchsurfing profile for our host, Sonu, at Wahoe Cottage.

We arrived in Delhi, then took a metro and two rickshaws to Baljeet Nagar, near the Shadipur metro stop, following directions from Courtney's correspondence with Sonu.  The rickshaws took us uphill to a lively packed neighborhood with three dimensions of people.  About 200,000 live there.

Stacy brought me an Ashtanga Oklahoma sweatshirt!

Of course, we got a little confused and started asking around for directions, and soon a young man from Wahoe Cottage appeared to be our host.  We let Courtney talk to him to find out what's up.  This was a relief, but then suddenly...

Antic #1:  She tells them we're a family.  Specifically, that Jennifer, Courtney, and I are siblings, and that Stacy is our mother.

So I'm not entirely clear on why this ruse was necessary.  I'd seen enough sitcoms in my youth to fear comeuppance, or at least general wackiness, for this transgression.  What would you have done?  While still processing my new character for the upcoming theatre, we arrived at our lodging for the next three days.

We did not see the entire house, but were led through a small dark hallway into something like a one-room schoolhouse filled with small children.  Class was in session.  We carried our luggage past the children up a ladder to a loft overlooking the room.   As we went up, the children uniformly greeted us with "Namaste!" and smiles. There were blankets, but no mattress.  Pictures of rishis adorned the orange walls.  There we sat above the ruckus, trying to digest what was going on.  We would later learn that Sonu allowed "street children" into her home, and tried to teach them enough to fit into a regular school.  There were other foreigners there to help: a German woman taught language, and a Japanese fellow gave some math lessons.  We were not the only couch surfers, either:  each night one or two groups of European travelers also shared the room.  Here is a little video I took on our last day:

Before meeting anyone official, we met Sonu's son Jolly (pronounced like Angelina Jolie).  Jolly was 7 years old and a lot of fun.  He came up the ladder to hang out with us, to the delight of my paternal instincts.  Perhaps I haven't met many children in this country, but Jolly has to be the silliest Indian I've met.  He was rarely serious: he would pretend to sleepwalk, have amnesia, hypnotize me.  He was keen on playing Stacy's guitar, and tried to juggle a little.  But the main thing Jolly and I did on that loft was play "International Business".  This board game is an international homage to Monopoly, except with purchasing countries rather than streets in Atlantic City.  The rules weren't quite the same, so I had to rely on Jolly's interpretations, which always seemed to favor his situation...  We never had enough time for a proper game, but had a good time nonetheless.

Everybody wants to rule the world.

We walked around the bustling neighborhood a bit, and got some groceries.

The fellow on the right originally led us to Wahoe. 

Part of the deal is that visitors buy some vegetables, and Sonu prepares from them a home-cooked meal.  Of course it was really good.

A+ for enthusiasm!

By then it was after curfew so we were confined to our loft.  I called it the bird cage, because Stacy brought out her guitar and we sang some songs.  We decided to pretend our last name was "Spatilloman", a portmanteau of all our surnames.

As evening came we met more of our hosts.   Sonu's bother-in-law Dev inquired about our travel plans.  In fact Wahoe Cottage was right next door to Wahoe Travel, a travel agency we might be interested in.  Good marketing.  Dev also invited us to meditation in the morning.

As we prepared to turn in, it dawned on us that there was only one bathroom in Wahoe Cottage, so it was tight.  Bathing was in the form of a bucket bath, with the water heated electrically.  Stacy would later shock herself from it.  A sign in the dim damp bathroom read, "If you sprinkle when you tinkle, don't be mean, wipe it clean."  There were like five buckets in there.  I avoided it, and learned to do things like brush my teeth on the loft using an empty water bottle and a half-empty water bottle.

In the morning we hung out with Dev, remembering that he wanted to meditate with us.  I was up first, so the two of us chatted a bit.  He was a devout Sikh, a "mountain person" from Shimla.  Specifially, he practiced Wahoe.  He asked if I thought mathematics could describe a bird's flight.  The other Spatillomans came in and he asked about our faith.  He did some chanting and head-rubbing, and did some personality-reading via numerology and palm-reading.  He thought Stacy's reactions were "stern and skeptical".  All I was thinking was that, if he truly had mystic insights into our psyches, wouldn't he know that we weren't related?  Anyway the meditation session was gratis, although he also advertised massage which wasn't.  We also discussed Wahoe Travel business afterwards.  He was a nice guy.

Next:  Traveling around Delhi.

Norman Invasion

The night of January 26th, I took a taxi to Mumbai's international airport.  I didn't worry about getting ripped off by the taxi driver, because a) I procured the taxi through the guard station at my housing complex, and b) after he started driving, I was sure to say "meter meter" until he pushed a button on a box with red numbers on it.  When we arrived, he seemed to want me to hire him for the trip back, but I didn't know what to make for that, and didn't have a cellphone.  I had to wait a long time at the airport, my own fault because I wanted to be extra safe.  With confused foreigners at international flights at major airports, customs and such can take up to two hours.  I brought a math paper to proofread, so I didn't mind waiting, but I was starting to get worried that I would somehow miss them.

But, around 3:30 they showed up.  I pulled my sleepy head together enough to arrange for a prepaid taxi.  We had a jolly drive back to the housing complex, being introduced to Mumbai at night.  It was about a 90 minute drive, with mostly vacant streets.  When we were finally home I took a little video for you to watch.  Would you like to be videotaped at the end of an international journey?

As you'll recall two of my guests were my yoga workout buddies from back in Norman.  Courtney is also a serious yogini.  Since they had been on a long plane ride, it was clear that we were going to seriously exercise for the first few days.  So the day started out with yoga on my terrace, and continued with an hour's walk down Colaba Causeway.  It was a long walk which we would do several times. The walk starts out where I live in "Navy Nagar", a military area with guards preventing foreigners from veering off the main path.  The sidewalks are very comfortable though.  Then comes the downtown area, where the walking is more difficult.  Pedestrian walking areas are crowded out by parked motor vehicles, merchant stands, people hanging out.  There are free roaming animals, so you have to watch your step. Lots of other people are walking around too.  So it's a struggle.

Is this appropriate?

Nonetheless the walk is a nice opportunity to look around and appreciate life in the city.  Let's talk not about the salesmen who approach you, but the rest of the folks, the ones going about their business.  There is a very sincere look in their eyes, a stark straightforwardness of purpose.  Do you wish that people were more transparent, that they would show you how they felt more often?  Well, if you were a young fit western woman walking around young men in Mumbai, you might have mixed feelings about that.  Yes, my friends got a lot of attention.  I knew this would happen; I had even warned them beforehand that they would be treated like celebrities, and encouraged them to ponder the appropriate behavior for stars.  It seemed that everyone with a camera wanted photos of my athletic friends, men and women alike.  Schoolgirls would come up and shake their hands.  Sadly, little of that glamour rubbed off on yours truly, who felt more like a roadie.  However the dudes secretly gave me little "thumbs up" looks, as if they were proud of my accomplishment of traveling around with  western women.

Kavitha, me, and Arnab on the boat

Most of our Mumbai days were basically making that walk, buying souvenirs, going to bookstores, eating out, etc.  Stacy bought a pile of Hindi comic books to aid her study of the Mahabharata.  Courtney was trying out lots of local snack food, like ladoo, or spicy dried lentils and chickpeas.  Jennifer had a mission to talk to and pet every street dog, cat, and cow that we encountered.  It was all pretty laid back.  One day we visited the Isle of Elephanta with my TIFR friends Arnab and Kavitha.

You'll recall Elephanta from a previous post.  This time I was determined to get a video of an Elephanta monkey:

At one point I got it into my head to juggle three partially-filled water bottles, and I got a little audience while doing so.  As I promised in the earlier post, I brought my juggling balls along, so when they asked for an encore, I did a more standard routine.

 I finally had the attention I craved.

Afterwards, this guy wanted a photo with me.

Next:  Couchsurfing in Delhi

Patience

Dear DAI fans,

I am alive and well at an internet cafe in Rishikesh (North India).  In time, I plan to carefully chronicle my adventures on this blog with pictures and videos and whatnot.  But for now, there are two other bloggers already telling you what's up.  So if you can't wait, check out Jennifer and Courtney's blogs.  Don't worry; I will start from the beginning when it's my turn.

Sincerely,

The Management

Roll Call

So normally, part of the academic experience is continually moving and leaving former lives behind.  Which can be a little sad.  In my years in Norman, Oklahoma, I put a lot of energy into yogaing with the group I found there.  But alas my stay was only destined to be for three years.  When I discovered that I was moving to India, a very far place, that was actually good news for a couple of them, because they regularly visit India.  And they're coming on Friday!  So I think a post to introduce Team Ashtanga Oklahoma (TAO) is in order.

Jennifer is a super-friendly yoga instructor, under whom I studied the most at the studio.   We both enjoy early morning yoga ("Mysore") and ordering breakfast (called "Ujjayi Breakfast"), so we became great friends.  She runs classes called "Ashtanga Playground" and "Circus Mysore".   She let me take over the former once to teach a JYoga class.  Later she visited my Quaker group and led a fantastic yoga workshop, aimed towards elder folks.  Also Jennifer can be a determined blogger; in November alone she blogged more than I ever have.  Fun all around.

Stacy is Jennifer's usual globe-trotting partner, and another instructor at the studio.  She was my only classmate for many of the Mysore classes, and my main partner in Acroyoga.  We even performed in a couple shows together (which makes her Kevin Bacon number 4 or less).  She also owns a unicycle.  If you're someone (my mom) who's worried about my medical health when touring India, you'll be relieved to know that she is a nurse by profession.  Full of boundless energy, perhaps the most outgoing of the TAO, she's sure to land us into memorable predicaments.

Courtney has seen much of the world.  A Peace Corps alum, she worked for two years in Gambia, Africa.  She's also been to Costa Rica and is an avid climber.  At home Courtney is a mainstay of Norman's art scene, serving up poetry, dance, and, you know, art.  She currently holds a TAO record by having three blogs.  I only really met her once at a Wednesday Dinner for about ten seconds, but she's as welcome to visit as any loyal DAI fan!

Steven is an American Indian, or at least he's an American who's trying out "being Indian" for a while.  Born in the mountains of Pennsylvania, raised in the forests of New Jersey, he likes being a mathematician because you get to meditate for a living.  Recently India has been creating many attractive jobs in mathematics, while the U.S. has been destroying such.  Last year Steven's friend Raghuram invited him to a math institute in Pune to be a professor and add momentum to their new Ph.D. program.  There's some bureaucracy for that, so meanwhile he's chilling at the Tata Institute, where his job is basically to be collegial.  It's a neat place, but lately he's been itching for a vacation "within the vacation", so TAO is arriving at a great time.

So that's the TAO roundup.  We plan to explore Mumbai, Delhi, the Taj Mahal and Rishikesh.  Jennifer and Stacy are experts already at traveling in India.  We look forward to touring and taking pictures and blogging and (j)yogaing.  And being stared at a lot.

Banyan Tree Quickie

Right now it's too cold in most of the States to juggle outdoors, but here in Mumbai it's the perfect weather.  So, we can practice juggling all year long with no interruption, except for the monsoon season.  How far have we come?  Well here's me teaching Shiv to pass clubs:

Several of you have learned to pass in the same way; in fact with the exact same clubs.  So you know he's almost there.  (I've done this training like a hundred times.)  It's more of a challenge here because
a)  we don't know anywhere in India to buy clubs, and b) these guys don't get to see anyone passing clubs in person.  It really is harder to learn if you haven't seen anyone do it.  But that will soon change.

Stay tuned.

Steven and Sophie Get Haircuts

My adviser gave me a secret formula to study for my thesis.  We'll call it "The Stabilization".  The Stabilization outlines how to calm down a hysterical group through an intervention process with smaller, closely related groups.  The process was written out in an unpublished preprint of his that I had.  Actually the story of The Stabilization is an important ongoing story in my career; we may return to it on another occasion.

A couple years ago in Oklahoma, I was browsing through a new library book and saw The Stabilization.  Reading more carefully, I learned that my adviser had also shared it with arithmetic geometer Sophie Morel, who used its methods to calm down some of her own mathematics.  Last week she spoke at an international colloquium here at TIFR.  Of course, I made a beeline for her during lunch when she was relaxing with Gerald.  I immediately chatted her up about The Stabilization because, you know, there are only three of us in the world who have worked with it (I think...).

We started hanging out, and when she told me she planned to go to a gent's barbershop, I knew it could be a delicious DAI post.  Also, I needed a haircut myself, to look sharp when the Flying Yogini Sisters arrive!  We had two options:  either a place called "Vijay's Barbershop" which I had patronized before, or Arnab's suggestion, a store called "Hair Cool" across from Churchgate.  Once there, we were to ask around if we couldn't find it immediately, which sounds pretty straightforward when you're at a colloquium lunch trying to impress your new friend.

I raced back to my apartment, unwrapped my new "Flip Video", and started entertaining Sophie around Colaba.  We started by taking a local bus, and walked around the Causeway.  In fact she had already learned the Hindi alphabet, and some basic expressions.  Unfortunately, Vijay's was closed, and we couldn't find Hair Cool.  Most of the people around were stressful travelers hurrying to their gate, who weren't necessarily so familiar with the area.  So, I decided to ask the outdoor merchant guys (OMGs).  Or more accurately, I got their attention and pretended my fingers were scissors cutting my hair.  Two OMGs pointed us in a certain direction.  But as we walked along we noticed that there weren't any store fronts in that direction.  Soon we found that the second OMG  had followed us and pointed out that a third OMG was standing around giving haircuts.

Dear Diary, I'm sorry to report that I initially scared of getting my hair cut by someone without, you know, a store.  But Sophie was brave, and resolved to get her hair cut on the spot.  I filmed it, of course, and then went ahead and got mine cut as well.  Here is our Trimming Montage:

(Sorry about that first minute; there was a sticker on the lens...)  It was only ३० Rupees a head.  Afterwards she shopped for movies starring Bollywood crush Shahrukh Khan, and for Hindi Potter books.  We finished by sharing a pizza at Moshe's while talking about math.  It was fun!

Caution:  I don't believe that women would normally get their hair cut at a gentleman's haircuttery in India.  Sophie has a mischievous streak in which she propagates the illusion that she is male.  (Part of that was getting her hair cut short.)  In this way, she does not command the extra attention which can annoy more traditional western women wandering around alone in India.

Auld Lang Syne

Hey Diary,

Let's catch up for New Year's.  What's been happening?  Another trip to Pune, another trip to Chennai, and some intense math conferences here at TIFR.

So Anupam, one of the mathematicians in Pune, told me I ought to visit again, to check out the area more and, you know, be sociable.  This time I decided to take a bus, to compare the traveling experience.  The total time is comparable, but the bus station is inconvenient to reach, and involves taking a train anyways.  It was fun to visit Pune again.  The math professors there mentioned various troubles facing the math group, but at every turn we agreed that all problems would be solved when the new director Raghuram arrives.  (This is the guy who brought me to India.)  I stayed at the Guest House again, which spoiled me with meals; most likely I will stay there for a couple months starting this summer.

I learned more about riding in rickshaws.  Sreekar (Do you need to review my Pune entry?) composed for me a handy guide of Hindi words I can use when talking to drivers.  Learn some with me:

age (pronounced 'ah-gay') = ahead
buss = stop, enough
age se right, age se left = ahead right, ahead left
kitna = how much
acha = good
tikhai (pronounced as the letters TK) = good, it's fine

Try them the next time your taxi driver is Indian!

Here's a picture of me with Baskar at "Little Italy".

I usually suggest Italian food for dinner.

Unfortunately I somehow lost my blogging camera.  My best guess is that an Artful Dodger removed it from my pocket while I was on a public bus, but I really don't know.  It's tricky to keep a hand on both your wallet and your camera while maneuvering through a shaky bus.  That bummed me out, but one of the blog's biggest fans (my mom) has sent me a replacement camera, so it should be business as usual for the New Year.

The next week I returned to Chennai.  I wanted to give Amri a solid visit, and had a cute idea for a little project with him, using that paper of his (Do you need to review my Chennai entry?) to understand when certain matrices are conjugate to their transpose.  I toured a little bit with one of his students Anil, visiting a pleasant beach area called Mahabalipuram.  Anil is a big enthusiastic fellow who reminds you of Tigger, and a ४ ball juggler.   We showed off a bit on the lawn while I got sunburnt again.  Over the next week, Amri and I had some clarity on the conjugation problem.  We reduced the problem to a smaller beast, christened the Jackalope.  We plan to play with the Jackalope for a few months, and then submit what promises to be a delightful paper on our findings.

Can this be tamed?

I didn't take any photos of Chennai for the obvious reason, but I did jot down the words of an amusing sign found in the library:  "DON'T TEAR BOOK PAGES / INSTEAD / PLEASE ASK FOR XEROX COPY".

A funny thing about TIFR is that it's busiest when most people are on holiday.  For Christmas break, it's been nothing but workshops and international conferences.  There's a huge one happening here this coming week.  So I've been seriously distracted schmoozing it up with old friends and going to math lectures.  After I finish this DAI entry, I'm meeting Moshe Adrian to show him around Mumbai.  (Why don't you come visit?)

To quickly address some miscellaneous topics:

•  The yoga class I was going to fizzled out when the instructor left, although I had paid for three months. There's this weird economy here of paying for something before you get it, and then not quite getting what you expect.
• The Banyan Tree Jugglers still meet, although it's tough with the conferences.  We have club juggling but not yet club passing.  Lately, some of the little kids from Dipendra's party have been showing up.
• A few weeks ago I arrived home to find the sign "CLEANING BETWEEN 2:30 PM TO 3:30 PM" on the door.  For whatever reason, my apartment gets cleaned by like five dudes every weekday here.  On a related note, there is nowhere to lock up my valuables.  Since I now have an orderly place, I've been inviting people over, even hosting a New Year's Eve celebration last night, mostly with expats.  

Reflecting on old friends, so far away...

So hey I'm taking off for a couple weeks in February to properly tour India with some old yoga friends from Norman.  Said adventure will be so epic that it will span three blogs.  I'm excited.  Are you?  Happy New Year!