Wait, isn’t this a month late? That’s what I assume you’re thinking. Yep, it is, but I discovered this nifty ‘publish later’ function. So I thought it would automatically publish while I was in China. I was wrong. But better late than never, right?
I was sad to realize that I’d be missing Holi this year. Even as I work as a freelancer, work seems to coincide with most things fun. Because what’s not fun about a bunch of people throwing coloured powder and water at each other? Well, a whole lot of things actually. Powder up your nose, powder on your tongue, powder down your underwear. I’m also not a huge fan of being powdered or hosed down by complete strangers – and especially not two days before Holi even rolls around. If you’re ever in India in March do not, I repeat do no, wear anything you care about for the whole week of Holi.
But I managed to convince a reluctant Mister to let me play for a little bit before heading off to the People’s Republic. Even he had to admit he enjoyed it. Whether or not I accidentally carried any of these powders on my body to my meetings in China will remain a secret.
I realize it’s been quiet from this end for a while. The festive seasons came and went, interrupted by a work trip to Bangladesh, a social trip to the mountains and friends’ visits to Delhi.
I just returned from two weeks in Norway, where I enjoyed indoor heating and cockroach free bathrooms (it took me a good week to stop looking for them).
Back in Delhi it’s cold as (insert expression of choice here) and we had to give in and purchase a heater. And another one the day after that. We have 8 blankets in the living room, and lots of tea. And a hot water bottle. The targeted ads in my browser clearly reflect my dreams of trips to warmer climes.
But all is well. We’re happy and healthy on this 6th day of the New Year, and we’re even extending some of our food and heat to less fortunate souls, like this little creature we found outside our front door this morning. He managed to sneak by us and place himself next to one of our newly acquired heaters – and he has no intention of leaving. Undernourished and injured, he impolitely declined an offer of soy milk (read: spit it out) and settled for some highly sought after Makrell i tomat, specially imported from Norwegia.
In other news, 2013 comes with lots of changes and challenges. I’ll be trying out some more careers (nutrionist/health coach, specifically). Mr Cyriac and I will be getting married. We’ll be deciding where to go (or stay) next. And who knows, maybe we’ll be raising a limp kitten. Only time will tell. And I’ll do my best to tell you all about it here.
It’s been quiet on my blog for a while. “Yoging”, as Mr Cyriac calls it, has taken up most of my time – but as a result, I am now a certified yoga teacher, as can be evidenced by this photo.
One place that’s certainly not quiet is our house. Noisy at the best of times, it’s positively loud now that Diwali is upon us. Fireworks are going off in every direction (mostly sideways along the ground), and they’re of a particularly ear splitting variety. The kind that makes you lose your bearings for a bit if you’re standing too close. And the smoke they give off blends nicely with the winter “fog” (read: smog) to make blowing your nose at night a real pleasure. As a certified yogi, I suppose now is the time to start using that neti pot.
I don’t know if Diwali is also responsible for our neighborhood sikhs suddenly starting to start chanting down our street with drums and bells at five in the morning. I’ll admit it’s slightly more exciting than the nocturnal dog fights between our guard’s latest ‘acqusitions’, Kalu and Brownie, and anyone who dares step into their street. I still prefer sleep though.
I’m pretty sure the drum-beating monkey keeper who has recently stationed himself on our street corner has nothing to do with Diwali. He’s just annoying all year round and now he happens to be annoying us. His monkeys are pretty cute still.
Diwali is not all bad, of course. It’s a great excuse for putting up our Christmas lights early (I believe here they’re called Diwali lights!), for admiring miles and miles of brilliantly orange marigold garlands down every street, for buying pretty flower petals, and lighting candles all over the house. And eating sweets. Diwali cupcakes? Sure, have two.
So today, on the festival of lights, may the light of love and divinity shine brightly in all of your hearts. And may no firecrackers come flying through your windows. Shanti!