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Adam and I have never steered away from banned books – in fact, if a book is banned, there’s a good chance we’ve read it or we want to, sometimes simply because it’s banned. Recently in India, however, there was a book that was not banned, but pursued by a lawsuit in a way that would make some of the overeager book-banners ecstatic. According to NPR, the publisher (Penguin India) defended Wendy… Read More

Woodstock prides itself on its sense of community – it is a major factor for the school on a recruitment level as well as an aspect of sustaining its staff, employees, and students. There are always variations in this community, and various smaller communities within the larger one. I have always felt that I have struggled with becoming part of that community – it is unfortunate but acknowledged that sometimes the non-working… Read More

I came across this article today on the various forms of Indian head-bob, and it made me laugh. Adam’s called me on my head-bobs before, and I’ve found it’s just easier, plain and simple, than remembering to nod or shake my head since we’ve gotten here. So far, it hasn’t caused any undue confusion. I’m waiting, though.

Only in India would you see something like this. Maoist rebels (communist rebels with a tendency towards violence) lost one of their leaders. From the linked CNN article: “Indian security forces were believed to have shot dead a top Maoist leader, Koteshwar Rao alias Kishenji, on November 24. The rebel strike was in protest over Kishenji’s killing, which is being investigated now over allegations the gun battle was faked.” They don’t mean… Read More

Adam and I have a fairly straight forward routine: he leaves at 8am, and on Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays, I leave at 10 (Weds & Fri I leave at 9:30). This morning, there was a kink in my plans: namely, a pair of people singing and playing tabla outside my front door. Quite literally on my doorstep. It was surprising, and I couldn’t quite tell who or what was going on –… Read More

It’s been one year – either way you count it (arriving in India, at Woodstock). It’s been a long, crazy, weird year, but I’m actually living with my husband, so I’d go through hell and high water to ensure that keeps happening. So.. one year later, things I’ve learned: Rhesus are really pains in the ass (I’ll be blunt). Aggressive, annoying bloody buggers. I was naive before. I’ve learned, after one of… Read More

The more they stay the same. Trite and cliche, but true. I’ve started to feel pressure again as everyone starts to stare at me – and more directly, my abdomen. It came up in conversation once with a new acquaintance, in the typical Indian way of asking about life: how Adam and I have been married for a year yet, and it’s still just two of us. No kids. Additionally, with a… Read More

Rishikesh was an interesting trip; there was a lot of material that gave me ideas for blog posts, and some addition to one I’ve been working on (cows). I think the most poignant thing about Rishikesh was interpersonal communication and interaction: you had beggars, both mutilated (such as one woman missing both arms; men missing both legs; swollen/broken/deformed feet, carefully covered up but under the sock made to appear swollen and malformed)… Read More

As a note… this is a general post about the trip, albeit a long one. There may be more posts provoked by experiences or thoughts that occurred while in Saharanpur, such as clothing, child labour, working conditions, etc. On the 18th,  Adam and I were part of a 25-person trip to Saharanpur, Uttar Pradesh. One of the staff at Woodstock is from Saharanpur, and the Staff Welfare officer was kind enough to… Read More

Last night Adam and I had dinner with some of the kids at Edge Hill (the junior school dorm), and they asked if we were married. After hearing a response in the affirmative, the follow-up question was: “Was it a love match or an arranged marriage?” When we said “love match”, they were boggled — evidently love match equals “elope”. They were even more boggled that our parents supported it.