Thursday, November 13, 2014

Interviews begin, Delhi beats me up a bit...


           Getting ready to head to Jaipur this Saturday. Tomorrow I’ll go take out some more money, get a train ticket at the station (going through an agent costs more), and try and see the new Christopher Nolan movie Interstellar at a theatre in Connaught Place. It will be my first time at an actual movie-theatre in India! There are small movie-houses in Dharamsala which are basically rooms with a big screen where DVDs and pirated films are shown. Should be interesting! I’m so excited for the film s I have great interest in astronomy and astrophysics in general, and extra-solar planets in particular. I just read an article that said that the astrophysicist that helped with the film will be producing papers based on what he learnt from the data being converted into the CGI effects, such as the effects on photons at black hole event horizons. I suppose some insights were gleaned as with galactic collision simulations on super-computers. Not just a movie but a thought experiment based on sound science.
            On Saturday I headed to the Ramakrishna Mission down from Anoop Hotel to meet my first interview subject. He didn’t require being anonymous so I can discuss our encounter with some detail. Sunil, in his 60s it seemed, was waiting for me in the office where I met the Maharaja Swami the day before. We went downstairs to find a quiet place and he went to get keys for an office that wasn’t being used at the time. During the questionnaire, Sunil was so expressive that it took a couple of hours and for almost every question he gave a lengthy commentary, which was just fine for me…the more the better! Sunil, as the Maharaja had mentioned, loved to talk and is very intelligent. His answers were rich with experience and philosophical detail. After a couple of hours we were almost done the questionnaire, which should have taken an hour, and he suggested we go see the Maharaja and then go for prashad…which I thought meant getting the blessed goodies from the Maharaja but actually meant lunch. I resisted because we were so close to being done but he said we’d miss it…so we went to see the Maharaja, who asked how it was going and I told him it was great and thanked him again. Then we went to the dining area. People were coming in steadily and were very quiet and reserved, and I did the same. After some prayers, we started being served…dhal, rice, curd. I thought that would be it, which would have been quite fine, but then came the sabji (veggies), then a paneer dish (cheese), and after 3 types of sweets. The servers were all smiles and kept joking as they wouldn’t let me refuse anything, so by the end I was stuffed entirely. There were several swamis there, including a very high swami in for a visit who kept having people coming to touch his feet, including a non-Indian older novice. After ending with prayers, we left and Sunil and I returned to the room. I was sleepy after such a huge meal! Sunil was a force and kept talking for another couple of hours, so much so that his voice was hoarse! I asked him several times if he wanted to stop and he kept saying we can go for as long as I liked and he had nothing else to do! It was an excellent interview with loads of information. Off to a great start!
            On Sunday I headed out to the inaugural lecture series of the International School for Jain Studies ISJS. I took the Metro to the closest station to the Jain temple and walked through an area called the Defense Colony. Very quiet, beautiful homes, and even parks! I found a map of the area and then a market that seemed very familiar…I went into a shop to try and make some photocopies of my research info page and consent forms and was in a pet store…definitely was in this same store during the research trip in 2010. It must be because we attended something nearby at that time. I was able to find a place to make photocopies and had some time to get a coffee and a snack. I mused that the bag Alex gave me and which I affectionately call my “ethnography bag” has a hummingbird on it and that, like the hummingbird, and ethnographer tries to extract the nectar of information and experience and doesn’t harm the subject. Remember this because it will come up again later! 

I walked around trying to find the compound and returned to the map to take a picture to help me find my way. I decided that from now on I will take screen-shots of directions whenever I head somewhere. This helped a lot and I soon found the compound, 

and after entering almost instantly saw Dr. Shugan Jain talking to some people and making some payments (for drivers, and refreshments) as he usually does. We met warmly and he invited me inside the lecture hall to chat. Inside was a huge and long room with couches covered in white sheets, an enormous picture of the founder Acharya Sushil Muni, 

and along the perimeter of the room were pics of the muni with various world religious and political leaders, such as the head of BAPS and His Holiness the 17th Karmapa. There was a low but big stage and microphones and a screen were set up for the event. Shugan told me he spreads my article on Jain fasting to death (sallekhana) widely and that it is important because I have experience with patients and know how they feel. His assistant Sushil chimed in and said that the article was also published in an ISKCON (International Society for Krishna Consciousness) magazine as well, and I just found out that it was also published in a book this year (Social Consciousness in Jainism, Jain, Shugan C. and Prakash C Jain (Eds.). New Delhi: International School for Jain Studies & New Bharatiya Book Corp., 2014). 

He had to go do some organizing so I went inside the main shrine, which was a huge sand-stone building with a spire. 

What was fascinating was that around its outside were many panels featuring different trees. 

Inside there were the 24 Tirthankaras (Jain founders) surrounding the perimeter, which were beautiful. 

Also central images with the most recent Jinas.

What was incredibly unique was the tiling on the ceiling which in addition to some mosaic images of monuments had the various planets of the solar system. 

I’ve never seen anything like this, not even at the Jain Cosmography centre in Hastinapur. Simply amazing! I made prostration and sat in the huge and silent room for a while. I entered the lecture hall and saw Dr. Shugan Jain’s wife Uma (which can refer to the tantric concept of the central channel in Sanskrit) but she didn’t remember me from 2010 even though we all spent some time with her at the Delhi compound and their home. I guess there have been a lot of us in the program over the years. Shugan told her that I was a monk but chuckled that I wasn’t anymore. He still thinks I was a monk in 2010 even though I have tried to explain to him multiple times that I was a monk from 1994-2007 and during the Jain research program in 2010 I took temporary novice monk vows for the entire 6-weeks. I guess it is hard to grasp since temporary ordination doesn’t exist in Jainism. I know, though, that he was thrilled to have someone with Buddhist monastic experience in the program, noticeable from the moment I asked his permission to hold the vows during the program About 30 people were in attendance for the lectures, and the very elderly and frail head nun came in and sat on the stage and said some opening prayers. 

Even though the event was advertised to be in Hindi and English, the first lecture was entirely in Hindi. Dr. Shugan Jain just beamed and nodded as he spoke with passion. I caught a few words and remembered this fellow as the person who taught us some philosophy at the Mahaveer Medical & Dentistry University in Moradabad. I also remember that he would cluck when moved by a speaker, and he did this when Dr. Shugan Jain spoke next. 

His lecture was also in Hindi but some of his slides had English. Amazingly, some of the quotes spoke of the butterfly moving from flower to flower without harming them, just as the muni should do when collecting alms. I was struck that I had just been thinking about this metaphor with relation to being an ethnographer. 





Dr. Jain spoke quietly but, as always, with conviction. Both speakers had many questions from the audience afterwards. After it was over I said hello to another professor that taught us in 2010, and she was one of my favourites. She said she was happy I was learning and trying to speak Hindi. We all went into another room for chai and a snack that was inside little boxes. They comprised of a small and soft pastry that tasted like Chinese food, and a bunch of small but long crackers that resembled those orange Chinese crackers for soup. Except for Shugan I was pretty much ignored, even when I tried to chat to a couple of fellows. It was a wonderful afternoon despite my language barriers, and great to reconnect with Dr. Shugan Jain who I greatly admire. As I was leaving I saw him making offerings to the head nun.        
            On Monday I headed to the office of Dr. Shugan Jain for my second interview, the first with a Jain adherent. He also didn’t require being anonymous so I can discuss our encounter with some detail. I hadn’t eaten so when I arrived at the nearest Metro station I looked for something…to no avail. At least I could throw back some chai, and considered having one of those deep-fried toast things but felt it was risky. I hopped in a rickshaw and found the house and had some time. I walked around to find food but only found a fresh-juice stand and had a tall glass of orange juice, which helped. I have to stop going out on an empty stomach! We met In Dr. Jain’s office and the office was busy with three fellows on computers, one of them Sushil from the day before. One of them gave me coffee and Shugan said I should finish before we start. I said we can start right away and he told me about a group that did a study in death that he would share with me. The whole interview lasted a reasonable 2 hours…that’s more like it! Shugan also gave very rich answers, and laughed often. At one point he quoted from his prayer book on death reflections. He suggested I stay at the Jaipur Jain compound that we stayed at in 2010, which I had thought of but didn’t want to push it. I left to go to another interview, which was a bit tough…2 interviews in a day is a bit much. I had about 3 hours to kill so when I arrived at the nearest Metro station I looked for somewhere to eat…which was tough. I finally found a place and climbed the stairs and it looked pretty swanky…and dead. I ordered a bowl of  Manchrian Veggie balls (the closest thing to Malai Kofta, which are balls of cottage cheese in sauce…one of my favourites) and, as happens here, I felt it disturbing my stomach within the first few bites. Yikes. I left and wandered around, feeling worse and worse. Of course, within a few shops was a regular dhaba (small food-bar) and a market with fruits and vegetables. I bought some oranges and kept walking down the market hoping I could find a place to sit. No luck but I slowly felt better after having an orange. I crossed the busy street, which was a task, and wondered if I would need a bathroom and lamented that the restaurant I was at was now too far away. I went down to the Metro noticing that people were sitting on the steps…of  course, because there is nowhere in this area to sit! It was the first time on this trip I have had to buy a ticket to use the restroom. After I went back to surface-level to look for somewhere to either use a computer or phone as I told the next interviewee I would connect an hour before the designated time. I saw a Krishna temple and though of going there and dong some practice, and also to find a quiet place to chill out…still wasn’t feeling well. In this age of increasing cell-phone usage it is harder and harder to find a telephone stand. I eventually went into a posh hotel and used their phone, and thankfully the interview was to be the next day….I rejoiced I could go home and get some stomach meds into me and rest.         
            On Tuesday I had my first research interview with an MD. I left an hour and a half to get there, which was still too much time. Unlike the day before, where I felt sick from some food and overwhelmed by the main street, as I headed into the residential area it was much more peaceful: a fence and greenery separated homes from the main street, and while walking towards my destination I came across several protected areas with Mughal tombs. 

I took my time to look around as I was very early. Several people were just hanging out on the grass, and a couple of guys played cards inside the bigger tomb. The whole complex is kept well but inside the tomb it was very dusty. Interestingly they do not know who is buried in either of the tombs. It was very peaceful and countered my thoughts from the previous day where it seemed that there was no place to just sit, hence the many people I saw sitting on the stairwell down to the Metro. Turns out one just needs to go a bit out of the mayhem to find some sanity. The day before I walked in the other direction, through a market, and as far as I went I couldn’t find anywhere to sit. It was a nice walk and when I thought I had found the house I was meant to be at, two ladies sat outside chatting. It was about 15 minutes before the interview and I should have asked the ladies if I was in the right place. Instead, thinking I had arrived, I went to get a drink. Nearby was a small mall with, of all things, a Dunkin’ Donuts. 

I’m not necessarily always drawn to Western chains but I knew I could get some real coffee (and I am dying to have a McVeggie twist, a new McD’s offering that they are advertising relentlessly!). Inside it was immaculately clean with very nice seating…not like the Dunkin’ Donuts in Canada! On the wall were several vintage posters about the US chain, and I was surprised to see that in addition to coffee and donuts, they serve burgers and wraps, and also deliver! I had a latte and it was delicious. I went back to the address I thought I was to be at, arriving exactly on-time, and the ladies were gone. I knocked on the door and a lady answered and I asked for the person I was here to see, and she told me I was in the wrong place. Turns out that Google maps altered my entry by a word (for no good reason as my original entry was a valid address), and that word was quite significant and meant I had to take a rickhaw to the other side of that area and was about 10 minutes late…for an MD no less. The doctor had me in their office, and when the interview began they leaned back, unbuttoned their belt (which was a bit disconcerting) and every time I asked a question they closed their eyes to reflect deeply, and gave very short responses….sometimes with a little extra detail. This was my shortest interview so far as after the first portion of about an hour I asked if we could keep going and they said no. At least I got that much!
            It was rush-hour on the Delhi Metro when I returned to Pahar Ganj. Every time I travel that way, I hardly see another foreigner and there are always occasions when some people whisper to each other, and then look at me. One such instance was a young boy, so I would sometimes look over and make a funny face…which made he and his parents laugh. At other times, it feels very uncomfortable. When I was here last I was either in a group or with Alex, which took the heat off a bit. Before that I was in robes and just took it as interest in the garb, and often people would want to chat about spirituality…or take a picture with me like I was Scooby Doo. This time I feel more sensitive about it but am trying to take it as a way to develop empathy for those who are visible minorities, females who get unwanted attention, gays who get verbally abused or bashed, or people who are otherwise different. What amazes me is that it is SO OBVIOUS when people are talking about me behind my back. In line at the crazy Rajiv Chowk station a couple of guys were doing the usual whisper, laugh and look…and I turned around and stared at them as if to say “really? I can’t take the Metro without being gawked and laughed at?” The pushing out and pushing in the doors at busy stations continues to amaze and frustrate me, but amazingly (except for a few tongue lashings given out to particularly rowdy people, or line-cutters) EVERYONE is smiling when it happens…it is a game. Also, each car has several charging stations for cells and laptops. This is mind-blowing, and a bit ridiculous when crowded…a fellow was shoving past in a rammed car and I said “not sure where you are going” and he said “the charging station!” Ah, I see. Upon arriving to Pahar Ganj a lady tripped a little and punched me square in the stomach. Literally being beaten up by the city. I had started to feel unwell earlier in the day, and was feeling worse so decided I would lay low the next day. I walked past a protest in front of the local bar, which is affiliated with the Ashok Hotel chain (the first place I ever stayed at in Delhi 18 years ago…a high-rise and so unnecessarily expensive…but I had no choice at that point as I was under a teacher’s wing…great restaurant, though) and someone told me the locals want the bar to at least close for part of each week as there are quite a lot of fights due to inebriation.        
            The next day when I came out of hibernation I felt a bit better but still a bit woozy (I had been feverish and woke up drenched so must have blasted out the fever), and went to the rooftop patio for some food. I strayed from my usual and ordered an egg sandwich and what I got was sloppy eggs with raw tomatoes and cucumber in between bread. I returned it and said “I’ll pay for this but can’t eat it. I’ll have a Spanish omelette, please.” My usual morning dish, which comes with toast, and I just pop the omelette in between to make a sandwich. Oh boy, everyone got excited and told me it’s okay and I kept repeating that I’d pay but wanted something else. They kept protesting and I told them I wasn’t well and had no energy to debate it. They returned the sandwich to me after frying it up a bit. I took a few bites and immediately felt stomach upset. Alex doesn’t believe me when I tell her my stomach often knows instantly when things are going wrong. I took some pepto bismol as well as a powerful tincture that helps my stomach through storms, and in a while felt better. Today the server laughed about it…”Yesterday no good, but today good! I’m happy if you’re happy!” I spent the rest of the day catching up on concert bookings, and made my first contact with the Because I am a Girl charity with a proposal for holding an inaugural benefit concert next summer. As I explained my background and interest in the cause, the whole process made me surprisingly emotional…I deeply believe in their mission to develop girls and women in the Global South.      

            Next up: last night in Delhi and first days in Jaipur!         

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