The Monsoon Season is Almost Over!

Ok I do apologise for the late blog. I’ll try to not let this happen again. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. These past two weeks have been quite weird. We finished off last week with attending a concert/play. It was really, really weird but really, really cool at the same time. You know what I mean? Yeah one of those things. It was again for the Children’s Day Celebration, and it was a play that the children from some of the orphanages did. The play was amazing. They did the whole play to an audio CD. Then on the weekend I got another earring (because I hadn’t for a while and it was starting to close up. I know some of you will be happy about that, some of you won’t, and most of you probably just don’t care haha) and was very sick (nothing to do with the earring). It was probably the sickest I’ve been for a long time. But let’s not hinder on that little fact. I’m better now, that’s what matters. And actually it kind of gave me a perspective and challenged me a lot. There are people here that feel much worse than I did, and they don’t even have some westerners definition of a house. And let’s not forget the fact of medicine too. If my sickness got too bad I could’ve always gone to the hospital, whereas people that live less than a stone’s throw away don’t even have the money for transportation to the hospital. It got me thinking how easy we have it in the West. Even though you hear some people moan about the recession or not having enough money to get their daily Starbucks or even not getting the right channels on TV, it’s still a hell of a lot better than (money-wise) than over here. And believe me, I’m just as guilty as the next person for taking all our materials for granted, but you realise a few things over here when you see certain things. Like when you see a family of four sleeping on a mattress on the side of the road right outside a restaurant that costs about $25 a head, or when you see an entire slum being demolished and al the occupants being “helped” because the government gives them a tiny house out in the countryside (what they don’t tell them is that it’s too far away for them get a job, so they’re right back where they started, except this time they have to sell the house), or seeing the toilets of the slum (which is just a 20x20 foot concrete slab), or when you see a child cry their eyes out because they lost a shoe that probably cost less than adding toppings on a pizza. I could go on for ages, but don’t worry. But as I was saying, you start noticing the things that matter in this life. The joy on some of these kids faces when the littlest of things happen to them, like just playing games with them, is more than I’ve seen on any child’s face when they’ve got a present or something like that. People value much more than materials here. There’s screen-printing thing going on at the office where we work at the moment, and there are about four or five guys that aren’t on Oasis staff that have stayed for three days, eating in the office and not really sleeping at all, from Thursday morning till today. So actually more than three days. And they do it all without a single complaint. It’s crazy how much of a servant heart these people have.
Sorry about having a challenging blog, but it’s sort of a challenging couple of weeks. Actually on Sunday the water went off as well, so that got me thinking even more about the poor. We have drinking water so really all we couldn’t do was to have a shower and wash, and that made me realise the amount of people that don’t actually any water whatsoever. That must be so difficult. I’m gonna even try to describe what it would be like for a simple reason: I don’t know what it feels. I can’t even begin to comprehend what it would be like not to have the necessities of life when there are 5-star hotels and restaurants that they could smell. That’s another thing that I find astounding. When I used to go to Mexico, the difference between the American border and the Mexico border was astounding. It’s crazy how such different lives can be divided by something as small as a river. And then one of the slums we visit (probably the biggest one we go to) is in the shadow of a 7-star hotel being built. I didn’t even know there was such a rating as 7 stars. It’s really amazing how many people don’t give a shit about the poor. And right now most of you reading will care more about the wording I used than the instances I just told you about. And don’t get me wrong, I’m exactly the same, I’m not trying to sound better than anyone. It all comes down to selfishness. The rich want to get richer and that means, consequently, the poor get poorer.
Right, that’s about as challenging as I’m gonna get, and I do apologize if it was too much. Actually… no I don’t. I’m saying what I want to say. It’s my blog right? But I understand if a few people stop reading it, but let me just end with this challenge: God put us on this earth, in this location, with these opportunities and resources for a reason. Are we living up to that reason? I know I could definitely do a better job at that. What about you?

Here comes the rain

Blog time!! This week’s been pretty chill actually. This blog isn’t gonna be as long as the others, sorry, so if you have any complaints, by all means complain, I just probably won’t read them. Anyway, sorry back to business. The reason for the chillness for this week has been the rain. When it rains over here, it pours. And whatever picture you have in you head when I say it pours, add twice that amount of water and you might be getting there. It rained for most of the week. Football was cancelled because the football pitch had so much water on it that if we tried to play we’d be playing water polo instead of football. It’s crazy how quickly the weather can change here. We were at the school having our little games session thing and from leaving the classroom (which had windows) to the corridoor (which had windows) it went from sunny to pouring. Like I literally mean it changed like that when we walked through the door. It’s just unreal. But then Thursday we really didn’t do much either. On Friday we have a South African concert that we took the funstation kids to and also a competition near us. Me and Laurie decided that we’d go to the concert while Tom went to the competition. We supposed to document them both. Then it started raining. Like mad. And me and Laurie had walk about half a kilometre to get to the van. I feel sorry for Laurie, cause what I’m about to tell happened right after he woke up from a two hour nap. We had to run in the rain that whole half a kilometre. Now you might think “that’s not that big of a deal” but let me just say a few things. At day time the roads are filthy, so you dodge all the filth, but when it’s raining and it’s dark you can’t see anything clearly enough to dodge. Another thing is that this water was almost a foot high in some places. And another thing is that it get’s like that because the drains overflow, so just think abut that for a second. Oh yeah, one more thing, we were barefoot because our flip flops kept falling off. In all honesty, I don’t think I’ve ever had that much fun in the rain before. I felt like a kid, it was so amazing. So anyway, when we got to the concert we were absolutely frozen because the concert hall had AC in it. That was the first time I’d felt too cold over here. It was a weird feeling. Anyway the concert was pretty good, but it wasn’t the right thing to play to a bunch of kids. Oh yeah I forgot to tell you that the reason of all these competitions and concerts (most of which are being cancelled or moved because of the rain) is because it’s Children’s Day on the 14th of November. Children’s Day was created by a guy named Nehru simply to celebrate children. It’s a great thing. But back to the concert. The music was classical piano and cello with an English story thrown in there (bearing in mind there were probably 20 people out of the 100 who could speak English). They were amazing musicians, I just think they should’ve chosen something different for the kids. There was a team there from England that came down to see what we were up to and one of the guys there, Russ, bought me and Laurie a new, dry t-shirt so that we didn’t freeze to death. It was quite nice of him. After the concert the driver dropped us off outside the flat so we didn’t get that wet going back. It was just crazy seeing that much water with bikes and cars and autos just bouncing through it. I loved it.
This Saturday was the first day where we did pretty much nothing. The only thing we did was go to the Fruit Shop (such an amazing place. It’s the most delicious fruit juice on the planet I swear) and then go to Dosa Calling, which is a vegetarian restaurant and also delicious. So far I haven’t had anything edible that I didn’t like. Everything seems to be amazingly delicious over here. It’s gonna be tough not to get fat. Anyway that was an adventure too, because it was raining epically hard again and we decided we’d walk a way we didn’t know to get from the Fruit Shop to Dosa Calling. We… were… drenched. And the restaurant still let us in. The seats were soaked after we were done, but they were like plasticy sort of seats so it wasn’t that bad for them. Then on Sunday I had be at church for 8:30 cause I was playing again, and other than that the Sunday was pretty much the same as normal. We went to the youth thing afterwards, and then to the church office to kill time playing table tennis. After that about 10 of us went to Fruit Shop and then over to a guy named Blesson’s house to watch the Man U-Chelsea game. Chelsea won 1-0, which was good news for Laurie, the most avid Chelsea fan I’ve ever seen, but bad for the two Man U fans who were with us. After that we all decided to go to a ice cream shop for dessert at like 11:30. We never got there. I ended up riding on the back of the bike of the guy who was the biggest Man U fan there. It was quite an adventure. I learned that when a motorbike does a wheelie with someone on the back, the chances of staying on are very slim. I’ll let your imagination decide for you what happened on that ride. I’ll just say that we stopped twice, and never got to our destination because in the end he just took me back to the flat. It’s not as bad as you think though. I’m alive and I had a good conversation with him as well. Anyway that was Sunday, and then on Monday we did absolutely nothing because the rain had cancelled everything. And then today we might go to the school and have two fun stations, as well as a poker night till the wee hours of the morning. And that was my week. How was yours?

Poker Nights

Last Tuesday was the weekly poker night, and, as you can probably guess, I didn’t get very far. Theoretically in poker the newbies should get pretty far because nobody knows how to read them, but noooo, not for me. Then on Wednesday a guy called Dave came down here from Mumbai to start recording a CD with us. The CD is for n English workbook. You know, the type of CD that the kids in the class make fun of? Yeah, that one. We practiced on Wednesday and Thursday. Which was pretty funny actually. There are certain things in the English language that if you keep repeating and say it slowly, it sounds absolutely stupid. For instance, one of the phrases we repeated the most was the question “What do you do?” (as in ’what’s your occupation’). You try say that with the emphasis on the right part and slowly. See what I mean? Anyway we recorded the CD on Friday in an actual recording studio at one of the staff’s house. Her brother is a musician and it’s a really sweet get up he’s got going on. We ended up being there the whole day, from 10:30 till 6:00, but we managed to get it all done. We also managed to take some sweet pictures too. One of the guys we were with thought he was a model and, because that’s so contagious, it didn’t take long for the rest of us to think that. You’ll see the pictures soon enough. Facebook. After the recording we went to the cinema and let me tell you, no cinema I’ve ever been too compares to this one. It cost about two pounds (3.50ish dollars) a ticket and each seat was like one of those single sofa thingys that nobody really knows the name of. You know, like a really cushiony chair? Anyway, yeah, every seat was like that except for the front row that was wooden chairs (but they cost 13p, about 19 cence) and the sound and picture was just as good as any other cinema, but the building was so much bigger than any others at home. The film we saw (it wasn’t my choice, it was the girls we were with) was the Michael Jackson one. I forgot the name of it. After seeing it I finally have a set opinion about ol’ Jacko. Are you ready for it? I think he’s probably one of the weirdest guys I’ve ever seen, but he’s a musical genius. Some of the things he comes up with is amazing. And the way they filmed it wasn’t what I was expecting. I thought they’d do it so that he’d be glorified as the greatest person on earth, but it wasn’t actually that way. Some of the parts seemed filmed in such a way that it seemed like they were planning on people laughing at him. But anyway, like I said, musical genius. So after that we all went to girls house again to play poker. I went with a guy named Blesson to go get the poker chips. We ended up reaching 100 km/hour on a motorbike. That was a thrill and a half. Oh and he also let me drive his bike while he was waiting for his friend. It was the first time I’d ridden a motorbike and I didn’t stall it!! Well, I didn’t when I started it but then I found myself headed straight for a wall and he didn’t tell me the breaks so in that split second of a brick wall coming to greet me I decided it would be best if I stalled it to stop it. Don’t laugh at me, it’s the only way I knew how. Then we headed back to girls place with me sitting on the back holding the poker chips, and that was when we hit 100, with me holding on to the poker chips with one hand, and the back of the bike with the other. Good stuff. And in the end we didn’t even play poker. We just hung out, which was pretty cool too though. Then on Saturday Dave left, and we went to Spencer’s Plaza (a big mall near us) and just looked around and bought a few things. From there we went to Sparky’s Diner and helped out with their Halloween bash thing they had. I was in charge of a game that involved darts and balloons. The aim of the game was to pop the balloons with darts. The balloons were all lined up on a board that the darts were supposed to stick into. Yeah they didn’t. Darts are very scary when thy bounce back after someone throws them. Especially when you’re sitting about a foot and a half away from the board. I got stabbed with them at least three times (and when I say ‘stabbed’ I mean pricked, but when I say I got ‘pricked’ three times it doesn’t quite have the same effect). But anyway we got free food cause we worked so that was pretty cool. Then Sunday we ended up not going to church because my phone (the alarm) died halfway through the night. But we did go to the youth thingy afterwards and ended up leading a church in the evening the other side of Chennai. Oh yeah, and throughout all of this my phone was changing sim cards because none of them decided to work. I had 4 sim cards in 4 days. On the way to leading the church we past a bridge that had collapsed with a lorry that had two wheels on the road and the rest was leaning into the collapsed bridge. That at was pretty epic. After the service we headed back, stopped at Coffee Day (the equivalent to Starbucks) and then went to Sparky’s for Dinner, our traditional Sunday dinner. Monday was pretty much the same as usual, and then Tuesday was another poker night, one which, again, I didn’t get very far in, although Tom, one of the guys I’m with, came second. Good stuff.