Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Barack Obama is new US President (elect)!

There is a TV in the lounge of the Guest House, and besides Bollywood comedies there are also a lot of news programs on TV. Of special interest is the presidential election in the US. Many commentators on Indian Television (and the usual "experts") mention the view that for India's interest, McCain would be better, as he had more open views on free trade, and would be more sympathetic to India's views. But many of the population in India appear more positive towards Obama, as his personal background appeared to be a recognition of the changing world.

When the news on Wednesday morning came that Barack Obama was going towards a landslide victory, our group was quite excited. I pointed out that this seemed almost too good to be true, and that J.F.Kennedy also had given a whole generation hope, before his assassination in 1963. But Ruth said that I should shut up...

This is an advertisement on a street in Villabh Vidyanagar: before the election, and shortly afterwards.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Useful GPS

On Tuesday evening, after two days of conference, Brian is off to an individual meeting with poets / painters. The rest of our group wants to get some food, and we fancy the restaurant Purohit where we had been the first evening. Fortunately I had recorded our walking track with my GPS, and so it is no problem to find this place. This time we do not have any Gujarati / Hindi speaking local with us, so we only can communicate in English and with gestures. But it works - there is only one set menu anyway, and the waiters again begin their procedure of filling all the metal cups on our metal plates with the nice spicy stuff.

I feel a bit tired - maybe the air conditioner had blown a bit too strong into my neck, as I feel the need for sneezing.

Presentation at Conference

On Tuesday morning, Ruth, Jane, Brian and myself are invited to be in the speakers panel of this conference and give a presentation. With the exception of Brian we begin working on our Powerpoint presentations, which would be about our work, interests, and about our own institutions. Brian does not use PowerPoint - he talks in the "classical" traditional way, without slides and computer.

My talk is about "Artificial Creativity". I reuse some of the material that I had presented at the Mini-Symposium at the Leeds Met Staff Development Festival 2 months ago. Fortunately a projector is made available, so that we can connect the laptop and show the presentations. My talk causes some laughter by Brian: I mention Ray Kurzweil's "Cybernetic Poet". Brian dismisses the automatically generated poem which I show as an example, as rubbish... and he is probably right.

Monday, November 03, 2008

Vallabh Vidganagar


I finally begin to understand the geography: We are in Vallabh Vidyanagar, our host institution is the Sardar Patel University, specifically the H.M.Patel Institute for English Teaching and Research. The town appears to be grown together with the town Anand, which is bigger. Overall, the two towns appear very rural. Vallabh Vidyanagar has wire roads with large trees at the side, giving a nice shadow in the warm weather (the first days here the max temperature was 36 C). In the evening, someone sweeps the leaves from these trees into small piles, and these are then set on fire, filling the air with a scent of burned leafes. In addition, there are often burning incense sticks at memorials or altars / shrines, which add to the aroma in the air. Overall, there is a lot of smell in the air - and not always a good one. When walking towards the more busy streets, there are a lot of cows there - including what they leave behind... The streets main streets are quite busy, with many of those motor rickshaw taxis driving around. Once in a while, a camel-drawn cart comes along.

Strange Interlude...

At one meeting in the afternoon, we are told that an "important" guest would be here who would like to meet us: the son of the finance minister. Our hosts distribute to us 1-page copies from a recent speech he gave, so that we could inform ourselves with his view and opinion. There is mention of Lorad Macauley (1835) who said something very positive about the Indian education system at that time - and then he continued that it needs to be destroyed, so that Britain could win. Hmmm... not a nice gesture from him. We emphasise with the Indians. But then, the tone of the article remains somewhat hostile: with a steady mention of the imperialistic West who has an interest in fueling tensions between Pakistan and India. It appears a bit biased - what does that guy have in mind, and what does he want to talk about when he meets us? Are we on the bench of the accused and will we have to represent the whole Western world and its failures? Well, I always can claim that I am German, and that I have nothing to do with British colonialism :) (for once, being a German might be turn out advantageous to me). Just kidding - of course, I declare my solidarity with Britain ("Isch bin ayn Leedser!"). We talk to our hosts... they do not really see anything wrong with this article and just smile away... But in the end that meeting with the "important guy" never happens.

Conference on Creativity and Literature

Our hosts at the HM Patel Institute have asked us to participate in the conference which they are organising on Monday and Tuesday, and we agree. The topic of this conference fits very well our background and agenda: "Creativity and Literature". Beccy and Jenny hold a workshop on creative writing, where a "river of paper" is created. Brian sits with the panel in the front and gives an opening address. There are about 150 participating students.

The conference opens with a group of students coming in and singing a traditional prayer. Then a few welcome words by the panel. In the afternoon is Beccy's and Jenny's workshop. The students are very keen on learning, and it is amazing how they follow the speakers' words.




In the late afternoon there is a book fair, where books are being exhibited and offered at a discounted price. In the evening is "The Poets' Meet": Gujarati poems are being read by the authors, and also Brian gives a reading of one of his poems. The local painter Kanu Patel here from Vallabh Vidyanagar paints live a painting, accompanying the read poems. Afterwards there is an exhibition of his paintings in the court yard of the institute.



Food is being served at the university: lunch and dinner includes the usual vegetarian dishes, all served on a big metal plate, with a few cups containing the more liquid things. The accompanying drink is buttermilk. Some in our group have concerns, as they have read that anything with cream should be avoided, because of the danger of bacterial infection. But I rely on buttermilk having some acidity, and also on the antibiotic effect of the omnipresent chilli in all the food items. I eat lots of raw onions and hope that this will scare off any bacterium that should dare an attack...

Sunday, November 02, 2008

Evening dinner at restaurant "Purohit"

After our initial walk around, I plan to walk again, to see a bit more and take more pictures. But tiredness finally overwhelms me, after I had just a total of 2 hours of sleep during the flight, and I take a 2h nap in the late afternoon. We then walk to the restaurant "Purohit", where a variety of delicious Gujarati dishes are being served, for approx. 1 pound per person. Lots of raw onion and garlic – fortunately we all eat the same stuff, so no worries about possible smell effect. After dinner we are invited to Asha’s home where we have a tea.

The tea here is very good: it always is served already with milk in, and quite lot of it. The milk has been heated before being put in the tea, so it happens that a skin forms on top of the tea. It is served in quite small cups, almost as small as espresso cups.

Arrival in Anand

Our flight (Emirates Airlines) arrived in time in Ahmedabad. Both flight legs (stopover in Dubai) had been without any problems. The first flight (7h long) had a very nice flight entertainment system where one could choose between probably several hundreds of movies, played individually from start. Food was excellent. Also the luggage had arrived well. The Indian immigration control office made some jokes when he checked my passport: “ How is Boris Becker? Steffi Graf?” They obviously do not see many Germans arriving here in this region.

Ahmadabad Airport is quite small - even Leeds-Bradford looks big in comparison.

We wonder if there actually is someone to pick us up—we had called yesterday and had been told that there would be a driver with a car. And indeed, he is there, with a 4x4 vehicle with two seat benches. We are 6 people, plus the driver—4 squeeze into the back bench, two of us in the front next to the driver.



Leaving the airport, going through some outskirts of Ahmedabad. My first view of India. A mixture of bright colors and poverty. Little tents with blue plastic foil roofing, providing shelter for people along the street. Some slum-like huts, and in between a few temples. Colorfully dressed women walk around.



Our driver honks a lot, but this seems here normal, just as a warning sound to others. It takes more than an hour to drive to Anand, where we will stay for the next 2 weeks. In Anand we realise that in the rush of the arrival at the airport we had forgotten to change some cash. Our driver stops at a ATM machine where we get some money – works fine.

Anand appears similar to the parts of Ahmedabad which we had seen on our way, just the town is a bit smaller. We stop at the guest house of the University. A building looking about 30 years old, somewhat run down. But that seemed to be with all the buildings: they appear as if they were built, and then forgotten. No paint job, no fixing of deteriorating stucco.



The sun shines quite high — no wonder, we are around N 22 deg latitude. Warm and humid, but not unpleasant. Everyone gets their individual room. But no internet is there. There is a phone plug, but no eithernet or WiFi. This will be a problem... The rooms are for students, and some of them are very spacious: like little studio apartments, with a lounge area, working desk, and a double bed. Obviously this is for double occupancy. I am luck to get one of those larger rooms - some of the other rooms are only about half the size. The bathroom is a bit weird: Shower is just in the middle, no curtain, next to the toilet. One just stands there and switches the shower on. The water is supposed to flow into the corner with the outlet in the floor, but it remains standing in the middle. The toilet is also unusual: Instead of flushing, there is only one water beam coming “up” (similar to how it is in Japan). No hot water comes out of the shower: instead there is a small run-through water heater in the upper corner, and a fosset on the ground: one has to collect hot water with a bucket, then use it during the shower process. There are two large buckets and two smaller plastic cups in the bathroom - one has to figure out how to use them.

After a brief freshen-up, we meet with the organisers from the university (about 500 m foot walk distance) and have an introduction, plan the two weeks ahead. A few schedule changes. Then we have lunch: very good spicy sauces, with rice and some kind of baked stuff. After that, we walk towards the stores and buy some bottled water. This appears to be a MUST for western visitors, as we are not used to the things that are in the normal tap water here.

In the streets there walk many cows around – and stray dogs.

This will be an interesting experience here!

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Saturday, November 01, 2008

Travel to India

This morning the journey to India begins. Blue sky, a great slightly chilly day. First I almost forget my camera and GPS equipment... Then I almost miss th taxi as it is parked behind a tree. Finally the taxi driver does not have any change...
At least the train is punctual. To Manchester Victoria. From there with bus to Manchester Picadilly, then on to the airport. Long line at the Emirates check-in. Am still in the waiting queue...

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