Colour Red

Red used to be my favourite colour. I have red shoes, red handbags, red skirts. Many red lipsticks. Red stone ear rings. But now I am living in China, where red is an auspicious colour and dominates the landscape. At this particular time of the year, the Chinese New Year, the urbanscape grows the red fungus in barely varying hues of gold, black, green but always the bull-angering-blood-infra red. And so, well, I find myself...conforming uncomfortably and blending into the masses of humanity everywhere, the subway, shopping, office. What a shameful juncture for one who seeks to be different, add her own truffle to the soup, brush that different stroke, strike a drum note to their violins, etc etc.So, I am now on a prowl - for a different colour to call my own. A colour that says Me, and unequivocally calls out my name. Red did and still does, but not when owned by a billion people. This hunt for a new Colour is not so easy because pretty soon I realized that the entire visible wavelength spectrum is already owned by entities , some revered, some crackpot. The Orange is called Saffron and owned by the hindu fundamentalists. The yellow is owned by the Thai monarchy. The green is owned and paraded by Islam - on its mosques, on its prayer books, on their leaflets. The blue is owned by the United Nation disunited in their shared blues. The colour pink is owned by feminists and 'women's issues' type people. White is owned by the clergy and the Catholic diocese for which I have deep childhood-coerced regard. So, there you go. No colour is available. In fact, I soon realized I am not the only one. Several people, persons or organizations realized the limitations of the rainbow coalition. So...they started co-opting the colours. So, now environmental NGO's have adopted green, the colour of Islam. The Red has been adopted by the Red Cross. The colour pink has now been adopted by those who prefer comradeship amongst their own gender. Or, those who have cancer. The colour white is also the colour of peace organizations.

All this leaves the colour Black.

Black is good.

Black is New York.

New York is good.

Black is absence of colour. Absence of colour speaks volumes for who you are - or not.

So, 'my' new colour is Black.

Except that I am brown.

Hindustani

All languages evolve. Continuously. Sometimes they evolve with time. Or they evolve with human migration. The etymology and history of the English language and the Hindi language are endlessly fascinating. The Hindi language more so. Consider this: The land of 'Hindustan' once panned from Eastern part of present day Iran all the way to Burma. After the Seleucid Greeks over-ran the northwest part of it, the Turks migrated, partly for trade and in search of the famed wealth. They brough the Turki language and then later adopted the Farsi or the Persian language. This remained the language of Northern modern India and morphed with successive movement of the Afghan and Mughal emperors. It then merged with the ancient Sanskrit language of India into Urdu sometime in the 16th century. How Hindi emerged is not as certain and linguists actually classify both Hindu and Urdu similarly. Hindi differs primarily in its script, being Sanskrit/Devanagari driven while Urdu continues to use the Persian script. Hindi, one may argue, has differences emanating from a colloquial link to the dialects of North India, mainly Braj and avadhi. Yet, viewed from the to they are similar languages. Simply put, all Bollywood movies contain strands of both languages, with movies made in earlier part of the century much more Urdu.

So, one is always amused how language continues to be used as a tool of us vs them dialogues politically and personally. Consider today's news on http://www.dailytimes.com.pk/default.asp?page=2009\01\07\story_7-1-2009_pg1_12.

According to the Daily News of Pakistan, the lone terrorist held by India was interviewed in Hindi and gave his deposition in Hindi and not Urdu. So, the paper argues, he must be Indian and not Pakistani. This must be of curious satisfaction to the Pakistani readers looking for reasons that India is bluffing and all the terrorists in this heinous act, were, in fact, Indian.

Pick any language: the story is the same. The English of the Irish vs the Queen's English. The Filipino tagalog, derived from the Spanish, vs the Spanish. The magnificient Catalan language now banned from Spain for formal teaching though linked historically to the Spanish language.....

Tips on House Hunting in Shanghai, China

Things to Look Out for While Choosing a Home in Shanghai
Over and above the things you would normally look for i.e How you “feel”, do you like the furnishings etc. The legal and financial aspects should be captured in a Contract which varies.

Some Factoids
v Shanghai homes do not have the global high standards for construction quality.
v Shanghai homes are not trusted for emergencies. Think lower floors.
v Shanghai homes have crappy, boxy, post-modern, candy furniture OR over-the-top Chinese furniture OR gross mirrors on walls. Some landlords think this is good style. Mostly it is not
v Shanghai homes will face behemoth construction sites – question is how far is the site.

Access
- If you don't have car – Access to a Subway lines – Line 1 and Line 2 are the broadest.

Neighborhood
- Wet market for vegetables
- Supermarket i.e City Market, Carrefour are the common ones
- Expat oriented clinics/Hospitals i.e Parkway Health, United Health
- Cafe’s , restaurants
- General ‘walkability’

Immediate Environment
- Look out for current and impending construction. The noise WILL BE bad!
- Type of residents – many mainlanders or Taiwanese, or many expats.
- Do you get natural light during the day? Due to stratospheric buildings, sunshine is a rare commodity in winters.
- How are the gym facilities? Do you have a must i.e indoor pool (many dont have). Is the gym open to public (not preferred)? How much does it cost (3000 RMB per year per person is standard, anything more should mean stellar facilities. If it is free, this is usually a distress sign and there would be something wrong with the apartment!)

Utilities
- Type of air conditioning is a very important criterion as most Shanghai homes have very poor insulation and get very cold in winters and warm in summers. So ask these questions – Is it Central (higher bills but more effective) or individual control (less effective but cheaper). Floor heating vs air conditioner (less effective).
- Your flat must have separate meters for gas and water.

Appliances
- Must have good quality: washing machine, dryer, dishwasher, fridge, microwave, oven, 3-4 burner gas stoves, oven, water purifier, TV, DVD, Music system i.e speakers.
- Refrigerator – Ensure decent size. This is very small in many homes.
- Insist on 42 inch flat screen good branded TV (all will agree)
- Must have all English-language channels on TV taken from a satellite dish to feed off signals from Philippines or Hong Kong (Most will agree). Satellite dishes are illegal in China but this is a wink-wink but why should you be the one to take the trouble etc…


Furniture
- Will the landlord work with you to purchase furniture as per your choice (typical budget is 1 month per year of lease)? (some do agree but do ask)
- Extra storage space ie shelves/furniture. (some do not agree but do ask)
- Remove furniture if desired.(smaller ones can be removed with no problem)
- Do you need nails to hang art. (most will not agree but do ask)
- Must have mosquito net window screens

The Great Fire-Walled, or the story of migrating blog

I am reviving an old blog of mine - this one! This is because I have now moved to China where my olg blog at atomizedlife.wordpress.com is banned. As are many blog sites, except possibly this one. In fact, I am not able to retrieve my old posts off Wordpress. Sigh!

Goa - March 2007

Lesson 1: If you travel to Goa between November and April - avoid North Goa beaches like the plague. Spend more time, instead, in interior Goa. We stayed at lovely VErem village, right by the river Mandovi in a private residence. A small hike takes us to Reis Magos - this is lovely and isolated church and fort, dilapidated and ignored both by the conservationists and tourists. Which is just as well - there is a poignance to it the views from the top of teh fort are magnificient. Reis Magos is literally the Three Magi. It is right at the corner of the Mandovi RIver and the Arabian Sea.

Bom Bahia - or "Bombay"

By now everyone knows that current city of Mumbai, erstwhile Bombay, was the dowry of Catherine Brganza , a Portuguese princess. The city name is a crucnhed up version of Bom Bahia (also known as "Good Bay"). If you manage to shut your nostrils with a clothespin, you may see why. Here are some views from the top of Malabar Hill looking out towards the western part of the bay.

Goa-Ah! - The House

I stayed at the charming Panjim Pousada, one of a trio of homes maintained in the traditional part of Panjim called Fountainhas. It lies plum at the end of a road, evocatively called "31st January Road". Not much to do. As it should be - save to watch the rain come crashing down on tiled roofs and hanging out the balcony cafe watching life go by in those historic streets. Panjim Inn and Panjim Pousada attracts a quiet crowd , not the beach-sandal-noise-pubgang. Which suited me just fine. Spend the night on the feni and bebinca dessert. Get mildly groggy and head to bed at 9.

Goa-Ah!

Useless meanderings circa September 2006 through beautiful Fountainhas in Panjim. Two days in an old Portuguese home called Panjim Pousada. Monsoons were on, almost. Drove out to the beaches on Vagator/Chapora. Did nothing much except, sit in the shade and read. Later, moved 50 yards away to a shack facing the sea. Lovely.

Dindigul, Suuthern India

Burning Equator Sun

White rice greeting white grins

Spiciest films on love and gore

Brazil - Parque Das Aves - Iguacu

Brazil - Parque Das Aves - Iguacu

The eco park for Amazon birds - gorgeous toucans, hyacinth and red macaws, flamingoes, golden pheasants. Coming from a more deciduous clime, where one is used to more sedate colors, the brilliant azures, crimsons and goldenrod yellows on these seem almost painted on. The TocoToucan is by far the more naughty bird, playing with my camera strap and generally courting annoyance

Brazil-Iguacu Falls

I enjoyed a short yet stunningly beautiful visit to Southern Brazil - Iguacu Falls bordering Argentina and Paraguay. The Iguacu falls carry the waters of Iguacu river on its thunderous way towards the Parana river on the borders of what is now a controversial Itaipu dam. The falls are scattered across a wide swath with lovely forests, preserved by eco-tourism sans the mess that is now the Niagara. You can hike up the short way alongside the falls and get a birds eye view...or like me, take a death defying trip in a rubber dinghy straight into the mouth of the falls. This was pure terror and ecstacy!

Bombay - Banganga Tank

Bombay can be astonishingly lovely even in the most desultory May heat. This dawn, we walked the leafy Malabar Hill, down to Banganga, the ancient tank temple complex. Sitting by the steps off the tank is incredibly peaceful. The simple residents of the area use the water to the max, learning how to swim, worshipping, or simply just being. Which is what we did. We did look a tad out of place in work out gear and our cameras. We walked along the steps, shielded by the peepul trees, said hello to the ducks and marveled at the surprising number of water birds (we saw a stunning blue of a kingfisher, catamarans and even swans). Circling the tank are numerous ancient temples, which on this quiet and early Sunday morning were empty and devoid of the mind boggling cacophony of a typical Hindu temple. Being an atheist, it was lovely to let the peace seep in sans the annoyance. The images of the Gods are quite unlike anything veering between an almost hostile and a little comical Hanuman to a bored looking Shantadurga. Later, brunch at Waffles , around the Kemp's Corner and then home to crash out the heat

Single Cell Animals

A colleague calls stupid people "single cell organisms". Differentiated beings like me also stoop low enough to be single cell creatures often in life. I mean, just look at all the decisions I have made in life. Or not made. To Blog is To be - Not. What I wanna know, who inherits my blogs when I die?