Thursday, November 11, 2010

Crafty Saturdays and Diwali Mayhem!

The last few weeks in Mysore have zipped by very quickly, undoubtedly because they have been action-packed.  After the dog bite incident I postponed ballet classes at Odanadi and started teaching the ladies how to crochet... a nice quiet sitting down activity was easier for me to handle with the flesh wound.  Because everyone was so keen to keep up with it, we are now planning a craft sale in Gokulam at the end of the month, and hopefully all the yoga students will flock to craft corner (a.k.a. the balcony I share with my lovely neighbour Sonja) to purchase some little handmade projects and support a very worthwhile cause.  Crocheting seems to be in this season; I have taught about 20 friends over the last two weekends between some one on one lessons and Saturday craft time, asking simply for a small donation to help fund the supplies for Odanadi.   Now I am getting stopped in the street and asked about single stitch versus double stitch and how to finish a toque.  Who knew my dorky grandma hobby was actually a cool hobby in disguise?    The great part is that everyone is really excited about it, and it is nice to see people getting creative with their projects and ending up with something fantastic, handmade, and original.  And also the toque-wearing population at the coconut stand is increasing much faster than if I was the only one making them.  Long live the toque!

Last weekend, the big event (other than crochet Saturday) was Diwali, and for the last couple days I have still been feeling the after-effects.  On the first big night of fireworks I ended up in front of the yoga shala with a group of friends and we were setting off all our explosives with Sharath, our teacher.  Might I add that I bought said explosives at the local elementary school? 

Walking down the street during the daytime was the closest thing I can imagine to a war zone with crackers being set off every few minutes and in every direction.  I wouldn't be surprised if heart attack rates go way way up at this time of year.  The second night of the festivities there was a huge crowd gathered on the street corner just under my apartment, and everyone was taking turns lighting fireworks and setting off crackers for a solid two hours. My nervous system was on major overload after all that, and I think I am still twitchy every time I hear a loud noise.  But I also wouldn't trade in the experience for anything.  It seems like the Ashtanga practice has a tendency to make people a little hypersensitive to sounds and large groups and things like that.  And so it makes perfect sense that everyone is so into crocheting!

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