Got swamp water runnin through my veins

October 25, 2011 at 4:15 pm | Posted in Ramblings, Seen and Scene, Travel Diaries | Leave a comment
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Monroe-bound.

After two and half months of living at home with my parents while job hunting and freelancing for The Gainesville Sun, I finally got some good news. A Gannett paper in Monroe, Louisiana was interested in hiring me as a reporter to cover their city beat.

I didn’t really know what to expect. I’d never even been to Monroe or heard of it before I’d applied for the job. In fact, I’d never been to Louisiana or driven more than three hours anywhere, so the thought of driving more than 11 hours to get to the city I’d soon call my “home” sounded daunting. But Louisiana couldn’t be too much different than Florida in terms of climate, right? Maybe slightly colder in the winter. And from what I’d read of Monroe, it seemed like it might be somewhat like Gainesville too: large medical centers, a university, and a tight-knit community about the size of Gainesville, if you include the nearby towns that are grouped into the Monroe Statistical Area. Gainesville might have a much larger university— an enrollment of 50,000 compared to the University of Louisiana-Monroe’s 8,000— but it would suffice. (Before you ask) It’s about four hours from New Orleans.

What did I know about Louisiana? That perhaps the French I learned since fourth grade could finally come into use after living 21 years in Florida (Parfait!), and that Cajun food probably wouldn’t do me much good. Thankfully, I learned after getting to Monroe that being in Northeast Louisiana, they weren’t huge on Cajun cuisine (phew). To my dismay, no French was spoken either (quel dommage).

I decided to split the trip up, driving north to Atlanta first to visit some friends and to stop at the Hindu Temple to seek blessings before starting the new job. From there, I took I-20 West for…. well, hours, but that initial drive was far from boring. It was exhilarating because I’d never seen Alabama, Mississippi, or Louisiana. Something about driving that far on your own on the freeway is absolutely liberating.

Driving from Atlanta, I passed by Atlanta’s Six Flags theme park and Stone Mountain, past the Talladega Superspeedway, through downtown Birmingham, past Jackson University and Jackson Zoo and across the Mississippi River.

Finally seeing the first sign for Monroe, I got really excited.

It was in that moment that I didn’t care anymore that a few people back in Gainesville raised eyebrows when they learned I’d be moving to Louisiana. Why wasn’t I moving some place more hip like New York City, they asked. Or Boston or Philly? A couple even warned me not to come back with a southern accent (not kidding, though I wish I were).

But moving to what they considered the “deep south” turned out to have its benefits– southern hospitality. Since the moment I got here people have been nothing but welcoming and helpful. My bosses, coworkers, sources and absolute strangers have been so accommodating. All this time I thought Gainesville had been a really warm and friendly community, but I’m glad to learn that Monroe is just the same. I don’t think that’s something I’d get from living in a big, bustling city, but I’ll wait until I move to one to find out for sure.

For now, all I can say is that compared to the swamps of Florida, the bayous of Louisiana aren’t so far off. Some might call this job offer fate.

Crossing the Mississippi River into Louisiana. Vicksburg on one side. Village of Delta on the other.

Po Lin Monastery – Day 3

August 30, 2011 at 9:10 pm | Posted in Seen and Scene, Travel Diaries | Leave a comment
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Just below the Tian Tan Buddha sits the Po Lin Monastery, originally established by three monks in 1924. Po Lin refers to “precious lotus.” The lotus is significant in both Hinduism and Buddhism, as it represents “spontaneous generation” such as in divine birth or spiritual development, according to the Buddha Dharma Education Association.

My tour guide said at one time, the monastery was thriving with activity, but now it is seeking more Buddhists to join, as its membership has dwindled in recent years to about 20 to 25 monks.

One Buddhist monk, Shravasti Dhammika of Singapore, attributes the decline of interest in Buddhism  to “commercialized spirituality,” a dissolution in the actual Dhamma teachings of the Buddha as opposed to temple rituals being carried out instead, and a fragmented network of Buddhist groups around the world.

“Buddhism is failing to speak to young, well-educated, modern people…. Trying to find out about Dhamma from the average Buddhist rarely works because they rarely know any. Temples and societies emphasize ritual activities rather than solid Dhamma education.” – Shravasti Dhammika, spiritual adviser to the Buddha Dhamma Mandala Society in Singapore

Dhammika suggests today’s young people in Singapore, Taiwan, Korea and Hong Kong are gravitating more toward Christianity because of its dynamic, socially engaging, and well-organized structure, but I don’t think that’s the case.

Even while on Guam, I remember hearing that the Guam archdiocese— quite organized and structured—  was also seeking young recruits to join its ranks, as its seminarian enrollment had dropped. And the Catholic News Agency recently reported the Washington Theological Union would cease to operate after 2013, due in part to low enrollment.

Therefore, I don’t think it’s so much a disinterest in Buddhism than it is an overall lack of enthusiasm for investing time into higher religious education or leading an ascetic life in a world where Asia’s economies are poised for growth thanks to the productivity and drive of its young people.

After all, I’ve heard several young people in the U.S., often turned off by the structure of some Western religions, say that if they had to choose a religion, they would prefer to choose something more spiritual like Buddhism. But that doesn’t mean they’re willing to don the saffron robes either.

Seeking the Buddha’s blessings on Day 3

August 30, 2011 at 2:10 am | Posted in Seen and Scene, Travel Diaries | 1 Comment
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Since the guided tour on Day 2 proved to be so informative and productive, I opted for a tour on Day 3 as well, this time to Lantau island, the largest of the islands that comprise Hong Kong.

I was keen on visiting Lantau because it plays home to the Tian Tan Buddha and Po Lin Monastery, and normally, when I visit a place and I know there’s a Hindu temple there, I like to go visit. Hindus anyway believe you can pray and worship anywhere since god is omnipresent, but there’s a nice feeling I get when I make a special visit to a temple that’s not in Chennai or near Gainesville, more so when I make the trip on my own. Because Buddhism stemmed from Hinduism and some Hindus consider Buddha an incarnation of Vishnu, I thought as both a tourist and a Hindu, this was worth seeing.

Driving from Kowloon to Lantau, we passed numerous container vessels strewn across Hong Kong’s port. My tour guide said it’s the third busiest port in terms of container traffic, with Singapore and Shanghai being the first two.

Once in Lantau, to get to the Tian Tan Buddha, very devout followers or nature enthusiasts can hike a long, paved trail over several rolling hills and up 268 steps to the statue. But for those of us looking for a less arduous and more picturesque experience the Ngong Ping 360 Cable Car is worth standing in line for (Although, if you book a tour in advance, you can avoid the long line).

Looks like many people weren't up for trekking by foot to the Buddha!

The cable car ride spans more then 5 kilometers and takes about 20 minutes or so. You get a great view of some of Lantau’s hillsides and the South China Sea.

You can see the Buddha in the distance, to the left the cable.

The Tian Tan Buddha, at 34 meters, is currently the largest seated bronze Buddha in the world. However, my tour guide said an even larger seated Buddha is expected to be built in Kushinagar, India, and it will be Buddha in the Maitreya form, or Buddha of the future. The Buddha displayed in Lantau is the Gautama version, said to be of this lifetime.

I was intrigued by the idea of a “future” Buddha, because it’s similar to the Kalki avatar in Hinduism, the tenth major avatar of Vishnu. It’s believed that this avatar has yet to take shape but will descend on earth when there’s just too much evil in the world.  The name “Maitreya” sounded familiar to me, too, because I’ve heard the Sanskrit word “maitrim” in a patriotic Indian song about world peace. As I found out later, just as the Sanskit word hints, the Maitreya form of Buddha then is the embodiment of loving kindness, according to the Maitreya Project, which aims to provide a social service to the impoverished communities around the world by providing them education, health-care and employment opportunities.

“The Maitreya Buddha statue will provide the world with a much-needed and enduring 21st century monument to universal spiritual and humanitarian values. According to Buddhist tradition, sacred objects such as statues provide a uniquely powerful means by which we can bring to mind the positive attitudes that are essential to the development of loving-kindness.” – The Maitreya Project

I made a mental note to one day visit the Maitreya Buddha when it’s finally completed, hopefully with my family. But for the time being, I focused on the Buddha displayed in front of me, the Gautama version.

The statue is made up of 202 bronze pieces. The Buddha’s raised right hands showers blessings of fearlessness, while his downward-facing left hand spreads virtue. Inside the Buddha is a gallery of artwork by Sri Lankan monks, depicting the different phases of the Gautama Buddha’s life. The statue also contains a relic fragment of bone, allegedly from the Buddha’s neck. The relic, about the size of a grain of rice, is encased in multiple glass cases, several feet away from where visitors can stand, so those who can actually make out the shape of the relic are said to be quite lucky.

I’m not such a firm believer in luck than I am in karma, and I had a feeling the Buddha would agree.

The city flexes: Day 2 in Hong Kong

August 14, 2011 at 10:47 pm | Posted in Travel Diaries | Leave a comment
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My Splendid Tour guide for the afternoon was a bubbly young woman named Ivy. Speaking to a group of blank faces as the bus wormed through Kowloon to the main island, she chattered on about the island’s history and some of the modern construction projects being undertaken today to connect Hong Kong by higher-speed rail to the mainland, as well as projects to ease congestion on some of the highways connecting Kowloon Peninsula to Hong Kong.

It was Vasco da Gama who first discovered Hong Kong in 1498 when looking for new sea routes to China, Ivy said. Then the Portuguese, Dutch and English all took an interest to claiming land in Asia for trade. The Portuguese took Goa and Malacca in Malaysia, moving their way up north to China and finally arriving in Macau in 1514. By 1557, the Portuguese settled in Macau, paying the Chinese government annual rent. This set the precedent for Europeans to lease land in China, which would later influence Hong Kong’s occupation by the British.

Today, Macau is a gambler’s paradise, and Ivy said the casinos in Macau actually make more money in total than those in Las Vegas. In fact, the UNR’s Institute for the Study of Gambling and Commercial Gaming economics professor William Eadington told the Las Vegas Sun in 2010 that gaming revenue in Macau would would likely exceed $20 billion that year, adding, “Las Vegas still has more diversity in its various offerings, but it’s hard to say that it’s king of the hill in gambling.”

“Macau generated about $5.6 billion in gross “games of fortune” revenue during 2005, compared to about $3.5 billion during 2003. Given the favorable prospects, it is possible that Macau’s gaming revenue could exceed $10 billion within the next five years. However the composition of gaming revenue is what makes Macau unlike any other gaming jurisdiction in the world, including the Las Vegas Strip.” -Bloomberg Businessweek, 2006

It’s just another example of how Asian cities are replacing their U.S. counterparts as the world’s major commercial centers. As China and India’s economies are burgeoning due to increased productivity and modernization, American leaders look to raise the U.S. debt ceiling for short-term fixes for the U.S. economy.

Daytime view of Hong Kong from Victoria's Peak.

Within Hong Kong however, people can only place bets on three things, legally: the lottery, football, and horse racing, which is the most popular, and is handled by the Hong Kong Jockey Club. I didn’t get a chance to visit Macau on this trip, though Ivy said it’s only an hour-long ferry ride away.

As we drove up to the peak, Ivy pointed out the more expensive houses.  Just like during the British occupation, the higher up on the hill you live today, the more you have to pay for the view.

Two vendors sweep the area in front of their stall which displays artwork for sale at Victoria's Peak. They're pretty big on cleanliness in Hong Kong. Littering costs you HK $1,500, and smoking in prohibited areas costs you HK $5,000. I did think Hong Kong was rather clean. Not as clean as Singapore though, which has similar fines in place.

After the peak, we headed toward Aberdeen Harbour, where we were took a short tour by sampan, or “small boat,” to get a better look at the boats in this fishing village. Tourists have the opportunity to experience dinner and entertainment at the “world’s largest floating restaurant,” the Jumbo.

By the harbor’s 2010 numbers, it saw 4.66 million tons in imports and exports, 7,467 vessel arrivals, 149,656 passengers, and $1.85 million in profit before taxes.

From Aberdeen, we stopped at a jewelry factory and showroom before heading to Stanley Market through Repulse Bay. The one thing I can’t stand about guided tours is that they usually drag you to some sort of factory as if to show you a process or behind-the-scenes look at some industry. I’ve found that this is just a way to lure tourists to spend money. In this case, our factory tour guide told us plainly that the workers we saw behind glass windows, chipping away at intricate designs were only pretending, and not the actual craftsmen. I was in no way impressed, and found this to be the most boring part of the tour. So when we got to the showroom and I didn’t even flinch at all things glittery, a Swiss man also on our tour asked me how I, as a woman, showed no interest in these things.

For one mister, your comment is sexist and offensive. Second, when I’m in a foreign place, I prefer to spend money on experiences rather than objects. Third, ok fine. maybe your comment was actually somewhat on target because I do love jewelry, but I’m also 23 and now unemployed and not in a position to be racking up major credit card bills.

And on to Repulse Bay we went.

The bay was named for the British attempts to ward off pirates. Ivy said the hotels along the bay provide a kind of Waikiki feel for Hong Kong residents. They come to this bay whenever they fancy a trip “to the beach.” However, you’ll notice in the photo that a yellow line of buoys marks the area where a net has been placed to prevent shark attacks.

Repulse Bay

We only passed through Repulse Bay to get to Stanley Market. This is an open-air market where bargaining is allowed. I’ve never been too good at bargaining myself, plus I had packed my life with me from Guam, so I had absolutely no space in my suitcases to fit anything more.

Stanley Market

While the others used this time to buy handmade souvenirs, I decided I’d go for a late afternoon pick-me-up at one of the pubs lining the street behind the market instead.

Pubs and restaurants line the street behind Stanley Market.

This place served small breaded mushrooms filled with pesto and marinara. They were delicious. Come to think of it, the whole time I was in Hong Kong, I never once had Chinese food. That’s right— French, Italian, Mexican and Indian, but not once Cantonese cuisine. I’m not big into Chinese food, plus I’ve found the vegetarian choice is usually limited.

Stomach full, I was in a much better mood heading back to the bus for our ride back to Kowloon.

Reasons I know I turned into a FOB within just 4 months

May 5, 2009 at 7:44 pm | Posted in Ramblings | 3 Comments
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My friends and family have started to make fun of me now that….

1. I catch myself spelling words like “flavor” with an “ou” before realising–whoops, realizing– that’s not how it’s spelled in America.

2. I find the weather in Gainesville somewhat chilly.

3. I would prefer to lounge around my house in a cotton salwar kameez rather than jeans and a t-shirt.

4. I tell people to send me an SMS if I am unable to pick up my mobile.

5. I fight the urge to start or end all my sentences addressed to superiors or strangers with, “Sir,”

6. I can appreciate “mokkai” jokes.

7. I ask for warm water at restaurants.

(….I’ll add ‘em as I catch ‘em….)

Black and white and read all over

May 5, 2009 at 7:39 pm | Posted in Seen and Scene | Leave a comment
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Flickr photo by Matt Callow

So everyone’s naturally been asking what’s different about journalism in India than here in America. Well, for the most part it’s the same. There are only some differences I noticed:

As I mentioned in an earlier post, there is a clear difference in the way photojournalism is approached. In fact, I don’t think I can even call it photojournalism, because many times, newspapers don’t care to tell a story or further it with a picture. A picture is simply a colorful space filler on the page. However, since that post, I think I’ve come to understand why so many of the events covered have such bland photos.

One thing I noticed while in India is that many people consider themselves important. This idea is accentuated through the felicitation ceremonies, at which guests are shown that they are, indeed important. Thus, when its time to capture the moment on film, photographers naturally crowd around what they believe to be the most important subjects, the people, and focus their shots accordingly….and the product is usually a grip-and-grin handshake photo with the dignitary.

Journalism ethics is also a bit different, not to say that one is wrong and the other isn’t. Two different cultures, two different codes of ethics. When it comes to direct quotes, Indians are more lax about the words put in between quotation marks. I think this also stems from the fact people speak a mix of Tamil and English, so flavorful parts are selected and translated accordingly. But what would normally be paraphrased in the U.S. could possibly be found in between quotes in an Indian paper, and it is not considered unethical because the person still “said it,” in effect.

In the same way, in television media, blood, guts, and scandals sell just like in the U.S., but there’s bit more “acting” done than “capturing.” From what I gathered, this doesn’t seem to be breaking any ethical code. In fact, to tell the subjects to “do” something rather than wait for the action is almost considered a standard.

Newspapers in India are still flourishing, or at least, facing only minor cuts, because there is still a certain part of the population that is starting to emerge as literate (which was not previously the case) and it will still take some time before these people start turning to online resources for their news. In contrast, I was very depressed when I arrived in L.A. Airport and purchased a much slimmer, narrower copy of the New York Times. I was even more depressed to find the Gainesville Sun, the local paper in my hometown had followed the same format (as it is affiliated with the Times) and was reduced to a mere few pages.

I know today people find it easier to surf the web for their news and have updates sent to their email and Smartphones, but you have to agree — the content in newspapers is juicier. You get a lot more details, background information than you can with little tidbit tweets or spots on t.v. You have the chance to mull the subject over, think about what you’re taking in. There’s a certain thrill I get when I feel the weight of the paper pull apart as I open the pages in the morning to find long editorials and articles….rather than ads that take up most of the space now.

While there were only some superficial differences that I noticed about journalism in India, one this is certain: the papers aren’t facing the same dismal fate as the papers here in the U.S. and I don’t think they will unless the “recession” worsens or is prolonged. Sure, there has been some consolidation and effort to not waste space, but there hasn’t been major chopping of material or of staff.

I came back to the U.S. because my internship ended and I plan to settle here, but if journalism continues down this path, I may just have to reconsider and head back to the heat of Chennai.

Worth a thousand words?

March 31, 2009 at 4:48 am | Posted in At work, Seen and Scene | 1 Comment
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I’ve picked up a lot of new terms here in India: biodata, visiting card, “good name” (meaning first name), etc…..but if there’s one term that I still can’t get over it’s “felicitation,” which in my mind has come to mean “the arbitrary exchange of mementos and shawls at a highly structured ceremony on stage.” At these felicitation ceremonies, prominent people usually distribute awards to other people, or the graduates of a college are recognized for their hard work, etc. They are ceremonies held to honor people, but in the process, the dignitaries who are bestowing the award on someone else, are also honored for taking time out of their busy schedules to partake in the event.

But the thing I’ve noticed is that these felicitation ceremonies have influenced the concept of photojournalism employed by the papers (I’m speaking only of newspaper photographers). In the U.S., we’re told to avoid “grip-and-grin” photos. Here, I’ve noticed that’s the bread and butter of a photographer’s work. They are what I consider “flat” photos though, becuase they do not add any dimension to the story or extra information if it’s a news item.

Indians have a knack for writing, expressing, storytelling, reporting…..their English vocabulary is unparalled because they have been taught by the British. But when it comes to telling a story through photos or capturing an event on camera, all the photographers uniformly horde in front of the dais for the handshakes and shawl exchanges. I feel like they aren’t doing justice to the SLR cameras they hold in their hands.

I know they are sent out on assignment and the “felicitation” part of the ceremony is pretty much the guts of the event, but there are still interesting ways these moments can be captured… Otherwise, perhaps these are news items which could run without a photo.

A photo may be worth a thousand words, but for now, Indian newspapers seem to be capturing only one: “felicitation.”

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