Published 22 January 2007
Friends , Service
Tags: Bookbox, Brij Kothari, cutting grass, Mouhsine Serrar, Planet Read, Pondicherry, Puducherry, Puru Kothari, Shuddham, Sri Aurobindo Ashram
When he was in school, Puru Kothari’s Hindi teacher once excoriated the class for failing to study hard enough, telling them that they were “only fit for jobs like cutting grass.” More than a decade latter, Puru ran into his old teacher, who inquired about Puru’s life. “I cut grass,” said Puru with a smile.
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Published 17 January 2007
Bio , India
Tags: Ashram Hindi, dispensary, feminine side, femininity, gender, gender roles, gender stereotype, hit by a bus, India, injury, Mark Jacobs, Masulinity, men are weak, pain, pain tolerance, Pondicherry, Puducherry, Sri Aurobindo Ashram, Steel Magnolias, Yoo-Mi Lee
I’m glad to have grown up the lone male in a house of amazing women – my mother, sister and, for a short-but-significant while, two sister-like close friends. As a consequence, I am able to easily reject traditional notions of gender and have developed a strong sense of myself without leaning too heavily on the easy crutch of normative male privilege. More importantly, I am one of the few men who reflexively returns the toilet seat to the down position. No one has ever accused me of failing to “get in touch with my feminine side.”
Until last week, that is.
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A number of factors kept us in the states beyond our scheduled departure date in early October, and we didn’t land in India until early December. November is the heart of monsoon in Pondicherry, where we live, though it is common for the rains to linger a bit after the calender page has been turned. When we arrived to day-after-day of clear blue skies, it seemed plain that we missed monsoon this year.
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Published 8 December 2006
Bio , India
Tags: fauna, monkey, Pondicherry, Puducherry
Within minutes of posting about the many creatures who reside with us in our room-on-the-roof, we were visited by a family of nine monkeys. They love to sit on the parapet and eat leaves from our banyon tree.