(Mis)Adventures

There are events in your life that mark themselves in your soul. These life-altering events that you can never be rid of.


India was such an event.


"The first night was truly a haze. I was quickly rescued by Nianne, a bright familiar face amongst the hundreds of others - so similar, all clamoring to be noticed by me. One night in a cramped hotel room followed by hours of traveling in our van. Our little India family: Jaki, Nianne, and me, not forget Roshan, our silent but indispensable driver.


There are many ways to see India, I'm sure. For the majority of the experience, mine took place behind a few inches of glass and an average speed of 60 kph.


For four days I watched India pass by, variably uninvolved. There were breaks in semi-reality of course; food breaks, bathroom breaks, and the like. Ah, and don't forget the sight-seeing - the jewel of our trip. The majesty of my first full view of the Taj Mahal is one that is eternally imprinted on me. At one point, I pressed myself arms-wide against a small face of the inspiring monument to love - partly to ascertain its realness yet also to lose myself in its overwhelming facade.


Next up was Jaipur, also known as the pink city, a place certainly not to be missed if you find yourself "passing through" India - if there is such a thing. Jaipur was by far my favorite city, busy yet not suffocating and the beautiful Amber Fort could be considered a significant rival to the Taj for its size and beauty, albeit erected for less romantic means.

My journey till then had been spent with my good friends Jaki and Nianne. Nianne hails from Bombay (Mumbai) so was a grateful boon to our wanderings But, I knew what lay in store for me after Jaipur - a tearful farewell to my compatriots as they continued their journey to Bombay and I trekked out solo to Delhi.

If you consult your 'God's gift to travelers', aka Lonely Planet, about Delhi it offers 2 separate lists of travel warnings - one for solo travelers and one for the female variety. To combine both unfortunate aspects is to drown yourself in a host of advisories and cautionary tales, yet this was the city to which I set out. For my mother's sake, I shan't delve into the unfortunate encounters (ranging from the more benign to the truly threatening) that plagued my trip to Delhi from the very outset. Thank goodness for the seemingly exaggerated stories of danger from my Bangkok friends that kept me alert and possibly saved me.

All in all, I am composing this entry sitting in the Delhi International Airport a full 36 hours earlier than my initial departure time, so perhaps this is the truest evidence of the horror of my solo (mis)adventure.

My last hour in the city consisted of me choking back tears and curses over the shattered Bollywood illusions I held about India. I hated the city, the country, even the taxi driver next to me. I could hardly see the detestable city rush by through my bloodshot eyes, partly due to tears shed over a phone call to Tom as well as the complete lack of sleep since I landed in the city 16 hours prior.

The good man next to me must have noticed my despondent spirits because he tried to teach me the Chinese words for "go home," "happy," and "beautiful girl" (the Chinese only makes sense because I grabbed the taxi after escaping to the Tibetan Refugee area on the outskirts of Delhi). However, when these failed to make a positive impact, I suddenly found myself on an unexpected and unacknowledged tour of a number of the sights in Delhi that I never managed to see. Unfortunately, by this point, I was too physically and emotionally drained to even rummage for my camera but I knew he was pleased when my face broke into a semblance of a smile, my first since stepping into Delhi.

Oh India, so ugly and yet filled with wonder. I am rushing away from your shores but you have left a considerable impact. I am not as strong as I inwardly believed myself to be. The world is dark and I am expendable. Dorothy had it right all along, there's no place like home.

Click
Click
Click."

~ Delhi, India
10 October 2009

Hallelujah

So, about 8 days ago, I did something that solidified the atmosphere of home that has been settling over me in Bangkok over the past year and half - I joined a choir. You all may know, more or less, the love I have of singing. Every stage of my life has involved a choral group; choir in middle school, Varsity Singers in high school, and who can forget the amazing Sing Alliance of my Baylor days.

It is the Bangkok Combined Choir that claims these vocal chords now, I auditioned and joined upon a recommendation from P'Bee - our school's magnificent choir director (herself a long-standing member of the BCC). The BCC is not a regular choir in that it does not perform weekly or even monthly, but rather prepares for a full-fledged concert. The upcoming one is none other than the 3 day performance of Handel's "Messiah" and "The Creation" in the second week of December.

More than being just a vocal outlet, being a part of the BCC has lent a steady presence to my remaining time here in Bangkok. Most weeks, the days smear into one: school, tutoring, dinners, outings. The faces blur and I feel myself lost in the city's haze, I am not necessarily in Bangkok, any over-populated, polluted, high-rise dominated skyline will do.

S'pore

The skies have been grey, but my mood blue.

A number of reasons why but I hope to toss them all over the skies as I fly to Singapore tonight.

Off for a weekend with my good friend Nathalie and hopefully a change of scenery, faces, and emotions will reinvigorate my soul.

Bon chance.

Un(reason)able

I was on my way home after a long tutoring session when I spotted this advertising gem.

"Sometimes reason can't solve problem...
Let her go shopping alone,
Things will get better."

Ah, so that's the problem! I've been wasting all this time with words when my friends should just put a Visa in my hand.

Thanks Bangkok!

P.S. The advert was for a new condo... I can't see how that is even anywhere related.

Tuesday (Part 3)

M6 student: "Teacher Star, you have an increasing amount of acne on your face."

Thai teacher: "Teacher Star, are you thinking about going on a diet?"

Thai teacher No. 2: "Teacher Star, one of the M2 students is cutting himself."

Not every day is beautiful.

Curve

The sun is bearing down, but she has no chance to dab her hands against her cheeks and nose – her usual remedy against the spots of sweat and oil that abound in this heat. One hand firmly holds the purse and bag on her lap, while the other grips un-mercilessly to the back of the motorcycle.

She moves accordingly with the twists and turns of the ride. She watches the passerby children immersed in their football game – she catches the eye of the goalkeeper, his eyes widen at the sight of this dark, smiling apparition. She speeds by the men engaged in their discussions, their women puttering noisily around them.

The smell of the kebab stands pass over her and her world is temporarily obscured by the ensuing cloud of smoke. She catches her reflection at the top of the curve. Her eyes glisten – intoxicated on life. Her hair and the hem of her pink dress flutter in the wind, made cool by the swiftness of the ride.

In this moment, she is beautiful.

We are all.

Chiang Rai (in photos)

A few weeks ago, I took a weekend trip with my two good friends Sabrina and Nathalie to Chiang Rai (the northern-most province in Thailand).

Here's a nice photo blog for a change. :)