Author Archive

Curbside At Adobe

camel
.
Normal traffic standing outside the Adobe office in Bangalore.

Kumkuma

kumkumaa
.
Venu came running up the front steps with a handful of red powder and a wooden stem broken from a stick of incense. He went around to the side of the porch and ran some water from the spigot there into his hand and came right back, looking like he was bleeding from an artery, speaking at me in rapid-fire Telugu and pointing frenetically at my forehead with the stick.

This could only mean one thing: it’s time for a makeover !!

He dipped the stick into the thick red goop in his hand; then deftly pressed it to my forehead and removed it again in a single motion, leaving behind this perfectly vertical red mark.

The red stuff is a powder called kumkum, but Venu and his family call it “kumkuma” as they speak Telugu. These marks are, as I understand it, primarily a Hindu custom, and it originated long long ago with blood sacrifices. As messy animal sacrifices became less fashionable, the powdered kumkum eventually took its place; serving the same wide variety of purposes, but without making so much noise. The velvet adhesive dots of various colors and the jewelesque adhesive Bindis are also descended from the same origins. Anyway, these particular kumkum marks indicate to which of the many manifestations of the Hindu goddess you are devoted; in the case of this single vertical line, I think it indicates devotion to Shakti and/or Lakshmi. And though this is a primarily Hindu thing, forehead decoration in general here is for anyone to enjoy.

Lizard Luck

geckoluck
.
Bhaskar says geckos are considered bad luck in India. We have loads of them, so who knows what that means… but he also says if you are a man, and a gecko falls from a tree onto your right shoulder, it is good luck; for women, if the gecko lands on the left shoulder it is good luck. Anywhere else and it’s bad. Very, very bad.

Where The Rubble Comes From

rubble
.
India has great rubble. This shot from a walk we took yesterday, southbound away from town on Bannerghatta Road.

How To Make Bamboo Blinds

blinds
.
This lady is making bamboo blinds. Using some sort of rocks-as-counterweights contraption, she somehow weaves the bits together. Don’t even get me started on her husband, who was making huge bamboo ladders with a machete and, um… bamboo. They were both working, and probably living, by the side of the road; and by “road,” I mean Bannerghatta Road, a freaking major artery full of traffic and craziness. Wow :)

We Like The Baby

.
[kml_flashembed fversion=”8.0.0″ movie=”/wp-content/slideshows/ssp_baby/ssp_baby.swf” targetclass=”flashmovie” base=”.” publishmethod=”static” width=”580″ height=”387″ allowfullscreen=”true”/]
.
Our maid’s 12-year old son Harish grabbed my Canon 5D and started shooting, but only after he thrust his 6-month-old baby nephew-with-no-name into our arms. The baby is like catnip; whatever you ought to be paying attention to (like the whereabouts of your camera or whether you left the stove on) goes right out the window when that baby is in your face. This is no accident; we believe that this is a deliberate maneuver. And one of these times soon we will see it coming. These are some cute kids man.