First, let me say that I have gotten pretty awful about
journaling. My bad. I’m going to blame it on being busy, which is a good thing!
Classes have been finalized and by now I’m used to life at Pondicherry
University. I take classes with masters-level Indian students, and in most of
my classes I am the only SIP (Study in India Program) student, or there are one
or two others. As I am the only American in my sociology class, I am really
getting to know my Indian classmates. People here are incredibly friendly and
(most) are easy to talk to. Classes are taught in English, but some people have
a harder time conversing in English, or their accents are too strong for me to
understand what they are saying – but I repeat myself and ask them to repeat
themselves as well. The language barrier is just another challenge about being
in a foreign country – I am constantly impressed by how many languages students
here can speak (English, Tamil, Hindi, etc.). I know (some) French, so when the
French exchange students speak in French I can follow at least half of what
they are saying, though I can’t respond most of the time because they talk so
fast!
On Thursday, Liz and I went on an epic adventure (note: by
now you should know everything in India is an adventure, but this is the first
time we planned a trip by ourselves) to Hyderabad to visit two friends from
Hendrix, Gilly and Paige (population: 6 million, makes Pondi look like a cute
little town). We rode on a semi-sleeper bus, which took 14 hours, and then took
an auto-rickshaw to Hyderabad Central University (HCU) where Gilly and a friend
met us at the gate. We were SO HAPPY to see them after our long journey! On
Friday, Gilly, Liz and I went to a craft fair/market where we experienced the
most laidback shopping of our lives (ok, in India at least). It was
surprisingly relaxing – you have to brace yourself most of the time before
going shopping because you have to haggle well and learn to ignore incessant
shopkeepers’ calls. We also explored a sculpture garden nearby, which was
really nice. That night, a big group of foreign students went to a nightclub
called Liquids, which is in a swanky part of the city, Benjari Hills. They only
played bad American pop music, and I found myself missing the Tamil beats and
Hindi bollywood songs that I hear when I go to Ocean Spray in Pondi!
Being in the city was fun – it’s fairly more Westernized
than Pondi, because it is much bigger and it’s farther north – the farther
south, the more conservative/traditional it gets. So I brought what I would
wear clubbing (an American shirt and harem pants, with sandals of course) and
people – both SIP students in Hyderabad and the Indians at the club – were
dressed more Western than me. Oh well! We also went to two malls so I got to
fully experience the effects of globalization. We had Quizno’s one night and
Papa John’s the next. The malls were huge. HUGE. Familiar stores, both Indian
and American/Western, a movie theater…it was pretty overwhelming, even for mall
standards! Liz and I (with the help of Gilly and GoogleMaps) decided to conquer
the bus system, as it is much larger than the Pondi bus system and bus travel
is way cheaper than taking an auto-rickshaw. Since it is hard to get around,
and the city is so big that we didn’t always know where we were, we did about
half bus travel and half travel by rickshaw – not bad for being in an
unfamiliar city!
Saturday, Gilly, Liz and I went to Golcunda Fort, a 16th
century fort built to ward off Mughal invaders in the state of Tellangana, now
Andhra Pradesh. We hiked around the bottom of the fort, which seemed to go on
forever, before climbing up, where we could see the beautiful city of Hyderabad
around us, stretching out into the distance. We wandered around the fort for a
while, before heading back to HCU to rest for a bit. That evening, Liz and I
went out with Paige and some of her friends. We tried to go to a live music
performance but we couldn’t find it, which is how I ended up at my second Indian
mall in two days! Sometimes in India you set out to find something, can’t find
it, and end up getting pizza. It happens. Liz and I were really tired, so after
dinner we took two buses back, arriving at the main gate of HCU right at Paige
and her friends arrived by auto-rickshaw, which was pretty funny.
Sunday, Paige, Liz, and I, along with two other Americans
from HCU, went to see the Charminar – a four column structure with minorets and
a mosque. Surrounding the Charminar are pearl stores, as Hyderabad is the ‘City
of Pearls’ as well as your typical Indian bazaar scene – stores and people on
the sidewalk selling glittery bangles, colorful saris, perfumes, and antiques,
among other things. I also ducked into a small Hindu temple, where a man put a
red bindi on my forehead. In the afternoon, Liz and I rested for a bit and had
tea with Gilly before we left.
That morning, I had called the bus company to change where
Liz and I were boarding the bus from Miyapur to Gachibowli, which is 30 minutes
closer to HCU. The man I talked to said he had changed it, but I called back in
the afternoon to double-check. Not only did the man I talk to tell me the
departure point had not been changed, he told me he couldn’t change it, and
gave me another phone number. After calling that number twice with no answer,
Liz and I began to freak out. Also, Liz called another number and they began
speaking only Hindi. With enough time to get to Gachibowli but maybe not
Miyapur, we went to the South Gate of campus to flag down a rickshaw, at this
point fairly nervous about getting back to Pondi. We got a rickshaw, but then
the guards at the South Gate of HCU wouldn’t let us go through the campus in
the rickshaw to the main gate, so we take the long way around, which cost us
double but still got us to the Gachibowli bus stop, eventually. We got out of
the rickshaw at an intersection near the private bus companies, and asked
several people until we finally made it to the right place. After talking to
the person at the front desk, who assured us it was “no problem” to board the
bus to Gachibowli, we calmed down, and waited for the bus to get there.
As we were waiting, we saw two familiar faces – two German
women from our bus ride over to Hyderabad. They have been traveling around
India teaching acroyoga, and we talked to them for a while before our bus
arrived. Every time something terrible happens here, something equally
wonderful shows up to balance it out. I love India and I hate it, sometimes at
the same time. There’s no in-between with anything here. Most of the time,
though, I love India. The bus ride back to Pondi was pretty uneventful – bus
travel is far cleaner than train travel, it’s a bit like being on an airplane
(your seat reclines, there is a/c, a terrible movie is playing) mixed with a
rollercoaster (remember this is India, driving is different than in the U.S.).
We arrived in Pondi around 8:15am, caught a bus to Pondicherry University,
hopped onto the boys’ bus on campus around 9:15 (yes, some buses here are
segregated by gender) so we could make it to our hostel in time to get
breakfast, took an awesome shower, and made it to all of my classes except the
first one, which began at 9:30. All in all, a great trip, only one major
mishap, which worked out as things eventually do here, and I made it to four
classes today. Next weekend we (the five American girls, including myself) are
going to Bangalore and Mysore, which will be fun. After that, though, I’m going
to take a bit of a break from traveling – it’s exhausting!
Gilly and I beasting at Golconda Fort!
Some sweet sculptures at the sculpture garden!
A view of Hyderabad from Golconda Fort!
Two tired souls, after climbing Golconda!
Golconda Fort. Amazing.
Paige and Charles in da auto-rickshaw.
Cool antiques and other junk at the bazaar near Charminar!