Monday, July 30, 2007

If the dress fits...









I got one of my dresses back and here is a picture of it. I am the worst self-portraiteer ever and I didn't have a strapless, so live with it.

I only have two days left of work but they are dozzies. I have an absolute mountain of data to type up for Writtu. Blah, I hate typing up data, but it's busy work for the next 2 days. I've finished everything for school.

It's been raining here non-stop for ten days. There are floods in the low lands of Nepal. I decided to go to Durbar Square on Sunday anyway. I was wet; I got lost, but I finally found the place. I then stayed 30 minutes and took a few pictures while simultaneously dodging guides and torrential downpour. Check it out, even one of the statues has an umbrella (ella ella ella a a a) yes, I will continue to type that until the song stops playing on the radio.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Home is where the Heart is



No matter how much of an adventure this has been, I miss all of you a lot, so here's to being in the US at 1pm on Saturday.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                    i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
 
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
 i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

--e e cummings

Why I hate clothes

Well I Fiiinnnallly got my dresses back, and they need a lot of work.  Like most other pieces of clothing I have ever tried on, it is too tight in the chest area.  It also happens to be too loose in the hips and waist area.  Also, I had one dress that was supposed to be polka dot with black around the middle and one dress that was supposed to be all green, and the green was has the black around the middle.  They say they are going to fix it, but I'm worried.  It took them forever to make them and I'm leaving in 5 days.  I think it is ironic that I had these clothes specifically made for me and yet they still don't fit.  Boo

I have also become afraid to check my email b/c it seems like my mom always has bad news.  Please be thinking of my Grandpa Alex.  He fell yesterday and his little puppy was with him.  The puppy passed away yesterday.   Alex is sore, but he will be okay. I love you, Alex.  You are the nicest person I know.  I am truly sorry for your loss.

 I also don't think I posted it, but over a month ago my Aunt Polly went 
missing.    It's been a rough summer for my family.  I feel like I really need to be home, and I'm glad I'm going there soon.  I hope you had a good weekend.

Friday, July 27, 2007

This American Life

My favorite NPR program is This American Life. You can download or listen to a free episode every week here: http://www.thisamericanlife.org/


This is the episode this week. It's been really good so far. My internet is too slow to download the whole episode, but what I've heard is wonderful


207: Special Ed


Stories about people who were told that they're different. Some of them were comfortable with it. Some didn't understand it. And some understood, but didn't like it.

Prologue.

Host Ira Glass talks with a bunch of special ed students. By and large, they thought of themselves as regular kids—until each experienced a shocking moment of revelation when they discovered that they were not the same as other kids, and that the other kids already knew that...and had known for a long time. (5 minutes)

Act One. Get on the Mic.

Ira interviews three of the people involved in making the documentary How's Your News?, about a team of developmentally disabled people who travel across the country doing man-on-the-street interviews. He talks to two of the developmentally disabled reporters, Susan Harrington and Joe Simon, and to the film's non-disabled director, Arthur Bradford. (19 minutes)

Song: "The Grand Canyon," Susan Harrington


Act Two. Black Hole Son.

We hear from a mother and her son. By age seven, he'd had heart failure and been diagnosed as bipolar. And then—after a period as the world's youngest Stephen Hawking fan—he got better. (15 minutes)

Song: "Keep on the Sunny Side," The Whites


Act Three. Walkout.

Veronica Chater tells the story of her developmentally disabled brother Vincent, who one day quit his job and then quit everything else, mystifying everyone in his life. (13 minutes)

Song: "9 to 5," The Hammond State School Performer's Group

Goodbye Betty, Hello Veronica


I've finished all my work for CWISH. Now they are trying to find me something else to do for the last few days next week. Milan says I should just go for a trek or something, but I think Writtu has other plans. Besides, we all know how I feel about trekking. I'm really tired today. I have no idea why, but tomorrow is Saturday so I can stay at the house. No one is updating their blogs. It makes me happy when you update your blogs. This is officially the lamest post in the history of the blogosphere. Please forgive my mediocrity.

I broke down and bought hair dye yesterday. It was darker than what my hair usually is (which is easy, b/c it is gray) but it looks okay. I am now a brunette (Elizabeth is happy). I must say it was almost impossible to wash it out with the cold water.

So lets talk about bad hair. The worst haircut I ever had was in the third grade. My mom had the hairdresser cut my hair into a mullet and only perm the top part. Also, the sun had bleached out the long straight part so on top it was brown, curly and short and on the bottom it was blonde, straight and long. It was horrible. I will never be as brave as Kat and post a picture of me from anytime before 2000.

The worst thing I ever did to my hair, was when I asked Elizabeth to highlight it with this home kit brush thing. (I think it was Beth, it might have been V) Anyway, I ended up having a peachy colored streak all across the part of my hair. It was horrible. We had to go out immediately and buy hair dye.

The worst thing I ever did to anyone else's hair, was when I tried to give Cody highlights with regular blonde hair dye and he looked like a leopard. Lessons: Do not highlight hair at home with college friends, and mullets, especially involving perms are always a no no.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Old lady: take one






So, the scariest part of my trip is finally here. I am stranded in a country with no blond hair dye. I stood under a fluorescent light today and was completely shocked. I haven't seen this much of my natural hair in probably six years. It is at least 1/2 gray. I love you dad, but no thanks for the genes. David says I should rock the gray, but I feel like it just makes me look 10 years older. I also have to cover up an unsightly blemish in the middle of my forehead with bindi and someone told me I needed to lose weight yesterday. Nepal hasn't done much for my appearance. My beauty sleep was also interrupted this morning b/c someone was using a buzz saw on my roof at 6:30 in the morning.

Leah was asking about Nepali food and I decided I would tell you a little bit about it. Most Nepalese people eat rice and lentils around 10am, a snack at around 1 or 2pm and dinner at around 8 or 9pm. Most people eat rice and lentils or Dahl(soup) Bhatt (Rice) every single day. I am lucky enough to have a little variety in my life because Khrisna usually make me Roti or bread and Dhal with lots of spices in it. We always have a vegetable like potato curry or okra as well. Every once in awhile we'll have some meat in our dahl.

Nepal is made up of several different ethnic groups and Newari food is also very prevalent here. Potato Chilly is my favorite Newari food and it is made with onions, potatoes, chili peppers, and tomatoes. It's really good. I also love momos as you all know. They are like dumplings with a spicy tomato dipping sauce. If you want to learn how to make momos you can go to this website http://newafood.blog.com/2006/7/

Yum Yum. Most of Nepalese food is like a mix between Chinese, Tibetian and Indian food. All of the food is really healthy. We eat a lot of vegetables and things are rarely fried. Dessert here is weird, like balls of sticky rice so I just avoid it. I can't wait for my mom's chocolate pie and homemade banana ice cream.

Momos and Peacocks




I went out last night for a going away party for Linda, a Czechoslovakian film maker. I had a really good time and a person even put on a giant peacock costume and terrorized everyone in the restaurant. Tuesday is a power outage day in Basundhara, so it was really nice to be out. Tonight's another power outage day, but I have a flashlight and "A Tale of Two Cities". I'm in the single digits now with 9 days to go until I start flying home. Notice the picture of my favorite Nepalese food with Flat Stanley, vegetable momos. The little pot is what they put rice wine in at the restaurant. It's a lot like vodka. They just kept giving it to us for free. Horray Nepal.

Monday, July 23, 2007

It's over



I finished the Deathly Hallows and it's my new favorite HP book. J.K. Rowling is amazing. Now I just have to find something free to occupy me the next 11 days so I have enough money to pay the airport 25 dollars to get out of here.

Just for fun, list your favorite Harry Potter book and your favorite favorite book.

I'm a little embarrassed, but I think my favorite real book is Ash Wednesday by Ethan Hawke (he's a wonderful writer, okay and it's the sweetest thing David ever gave me, thanks for borrowing it, Cody, and spilling your entire water bottle on it.) or All my Friends are Going to be Strangers by Larry McMurtry, I'm all about those first person, character books. My favorite used to be the Catcher in the Rye, but I think that makes me a disturbed person or something.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Frogger, Harry, Whiskey and Hillary



I just realized this morning that I go way out of my way to avoid crossing the street. People drive on whatever side they want and there are way more vehicles than there is road. I feel like that Atari frog.

I bought the new Harry Potter book yesterday and can't put it down. I read for 7 hours yesterday, I am insane. J.K. Rowling is an artistic genius. On my walk to the bookstore I ran across this lovely billboard, advertising Harry Potter and whiskey simultaneously. Shame on you.

I also saw three banners declaring an American/Nepali Friendship. One depicted Jimmy Carter, one President Bush, and one Bill AND Hillary. I guess we all know who Nepal thinks is our next President (notice the future president in the corner of the photo). To be honest though, I am not sure who that guy is with the rainbow umbrella (ella ella a a a). It doesn't look like the prime minister or the king, so I'm just going to imagine he is the human representation of Nepal. On that note, happy Monday.

If I do this with Ash, think what I'll do when I have kids

Aunt Chandle,
Tomatoes,(we had home grown tomatoes at supper from grandpa) I have a spiderman shirt on. I took care of Isabella a little. I said poot! I went to the hospital to see Grandma Gladys. Her chin looked like it could bleed. Nana's name tag says Shari it should say Nana. Do you have macaroni and Cheese? Do you have bathrooms there? I like lasagna. We are going to have a gift for you when you come home. Rocky is a patient dog. Jed can say your name. I love you -Ashur

Saturday, July 21, 2007

SEEP Picnic

Kids watching the talent competition
Potato curry
All of the kids from the SEEP classes


A boy and girl in the dance competition
Shanti and Me
A little girl carrying her baby brother


Saturday I went to the CWISH Self-Education Employment Program picnic. The program gives child laborers in government schools vocational training so they can be more independent. The kids had learned to cook food so they made a bunch of food to show off their talents. It was also a much needed day of games and fun for a lot of them. The kids had singing and dancing competitions. Singing and dancing is big here, ala bollywood. One of the kids I talked to said his employers never let him leave the house, so this was great. It rained, the mosquitoes were insane, and a bee got stuck in my flip flop and stung me 3 times, but other than that it was fun. We played this game where everyone a person gets blind folded and given a stick. You have to walk like 100 feet and try and break a clay pot. There isn't candy inside, but it doesn't change the fact that it's fun to break things.
Everyone here gets thier clothes made, so since I have so much trouble finding things to fit my sasquatch figure, I thought I'd try it. I'm getting three dresses made but it's taking longer than it should, so I'm a little nervous. The fabric was kind of expensive so I hope they turn out. I'll need something to wear to graduation and all of your weddings that are happening or will inevitably happen in the next year or two. Who knows, maybe I'll get married one of these days, but I'm not promising anything next time.


Friday, July 20, 2007

My Grandma

My Grandma Gladys fell this Wednesday and completely shattered her jaw bone, left and right side. She is in a lot of pain and they can't do surgery. She also can't eat anything but liquids and soft food for 8 weeks, and they think it will take a year to heal. Please be thinking and praying for my grandma. I love you, Grandma, hang in there. You're a tough lady.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

All Nepalied up and no place to go










Last night I went with Writtu to her friends to get my hands hennaed. She is getting her degree in Public Health and all her friends go to her school and stay in a girls' hostel. There is a festival right now, Hariyali Teej. The festival commemorates the abundance of greenery and good harvest after the monsoon. Women wear green colored clothes, green bangles and decorate their hands with mehandi patterns. Green is my favorite color and dressing up is fun, so I'm all for it. The girls said the darker the henna, the more your husband will love you.

I had a lot of fun. I was in need of some girl time. Even though they were all in their twenties, they told me that their parents will be angry if they know they have boyfriends and boys aren't' allowed near the hostel. They wanted to know all about David and if my parents knew about him. They thought it was romantic that he was an artist. If you look close at my right hand, you can see where they drew a D. It was interesting to talk to them about life as a twenty -something Nepali college girl. In the states girls are really encouraged to go to school, here college isn't so common for girls. They were all really sweet.
Yesterday we finished all 50 of the interviews for success stories of CWISH programs. It's a relief to finally be done. For the next two weeks I'll write another newsletter, edit the stories and work on the school health report. After that, I get on an airplane, whoo hoo.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

I miss you too, Rocky



The Anatomy of a Nepalese Soap Opera


All women must have on a ridiculous amount of eye makeup on and cry silently. Tears will appear on their face when the director switches frames. Their eye makeup NEVER smudges.

When something serious happens, zoom in on the face of the person involved. Use sophisticated digital editing to make their face move slightly to the left quickly 4 or 5 times. Every time the picture of their face moves, make a sound like someone shooting a Buzz Lightyear space gun. Do this over and over again until the audience understands the seriousness of the event.

Make sure that in every episode someone is beaten up in slow motion. You can use the zoom technique described above to indicate seriousness.


I know that the show is in Nepali so I don’t understand a lot, but someone is always crying. Last night this girl got all dressed up like a floozy and put in green contacts. She went to the club where she ran into her husband (literally) who was wearing hiking boots, jeans and a jean jacket. He didn’t recognize her due to the green contacts even though he’s married to her. He decided right then and there that she was beautiful and he must have her. The girl went off into the corner and smirked b/c she proved he would cheat on her. Then she started to cry out of her green contacts. I just don’t get this stuff.

(If one person makes a crack about my obsession with Buffy the Vampire Slayer, you’re gonna get it.)

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Princess Tacky Sparkle





Check out the eyeliner on this kid. My mom wouldn't let me wear eye liner until I was 13. How do you put eyeliner on a toddler anyway? I couldn't even get Ashur to swallow bubblegum flavored antibiotics at that age.

Since I gripped so much about Kathmandu last week. I'm going to try and talk about something I like. When I was a kid, my little sister Christy (or it might have been PJ) had this princess game. It came with rings, necklaces, braclets and a crown. You were supposed to collect all of the accessories and then you'd win the game. Sometimes that's how I feel when I'm getting ready for work. Here even babies were a lot of eye makeup. I get to wear sparkley, golden bangles with rainbow colored beads. I get to put the equivalent of stick-on earrings in the middle of my forehead. I also get to wear brightly colored, sequin-studded outfits. I could never get away with dressing up like this at home, but for now I'm a pretty pretty princess. There is a festival going on right now where single girls get henna tattoos and wear green bangles. Writtu is taking me to her friends to draw henna on me so when I come home I should still be all hennaed up. We also have tea all day, which is a very princess thing to do.

P.S. You know that 4,725 dollars I got to pay for education from AmeriCorps. Well the government is sneaky, and even though you have to use it for school, it shows up as income on your taxes. UALR accepted the use of my AmeriCorps award for the fall so I shouldn't have to pay any taxes on it since it shows up as income, and it's the only income I've had all year. I beat the man.

Someone is blasting "Sweet Child of Mine" and I want Virginia to do the Axle Rose dance.

David's in Minnesota at Franconia Sculpture Park trying to finish his sculpture before August 3rd so wish him luck.

Jed calls Isabella "Joe baby" Joe "Joe daddy" and Joe's dad "Joe papa".

I think a lot of people read this blog, but haven't ever commented on it. It would be cool to see who's reading it, so go ahead and tell me hi. If you have to leave an anonymous comment, just sign you name at the bottom. I want to see who else cares about princess tacky sparkle and her magical adventures.

Great Expectations

I got out of the shower and came up to my room. When I went to turn on the light and nothing happened, I remembered it was Tuesday. The power goes out for 2 hours every Tuesday and Wednesday. It’s almost seven. I’m usually downstairs with Sandesh about to watch Friends, but since there’s no power, I’ll just write a blog post. It’s getting dark and it’s a little bit chilly, which is nice, because it’s been so hot most of my time here. There are people walking and kids darting in and out of them on their bicycles. A couple of pink kites are stuck, blowing in the breeze, in the power lines below my window. A boy a few roofs down in flying what looks like a shiny new pink kite, and I wonder how long it will be before it too meets it’s demise. Frogs are loudly croaking and a woman down the street is on her hands and knees pulling vegetables out of the black soil of her garden. There are also several dogs within hearing distance that always seem to be barking in a domino effect. I catch the smell of dal simmering somewhere and my stomach growls. No matter how I try I can’t get used to the eating schedule here. I eat breakfast at 8am, eat a snack at 2pm and eat dinner at 8. I’m usually so tired I go straight to bed after the news, which is okay b/c all of the hustle and bustle of a Kathmandu morning wakes me up at 5. The mountains are beautiful as always, a striking contrast to the dirty streets and faces below them. I’m hungry. I’m going to sneak downstairs and see if Krishna Didi will give me a piece of bread or something.

Chandle, this is your dignity, step away from the Charles Dickens book you found at Shanti’s. It’s influencing your blog posting and I don’t like it.


P.S. Anyone from Siloam Springs, remember how Mrs. Morris used to dress up like Ms. Havisham in her creepy, old wedding dress and come to school?

17 days and counting


Yes, Flat Stanley is standing above a Nepalese "toilet" The bucket of water is your "toilet paper"



I'm doing much better today. No more psycho-anger. I had to be at work 2 hours early so we could get some interviews, but now we only have eight kids left to interview. I did find out yesterday that I have to make a lot of edits to the stories I've written and some edits to the School health report. Everyone's been busy, so they didn't get a chance to look at my work until now and they want the tone of some of the case stories to be more interesting. I am also attending an event on Saturday and listening to child laborers ,who have attended CWISH Self-employment classes talk about what they've learned. CWISH liked my newsletter so much that they want me to write another one for this event, but it should only be a couple of pages. All of this should definitely take me the 17 days I have left. I also need to take more flat Stanley pictures, pack and finish my final paper for the Clinton School by the time I leave. Hallelujah, hot water, pizza, beer, chocolate, trash receptacles, toilet paper, hamburgers, safe drinking water, lunch, mattresses, toilets that aren't a hole in the floor, and good friends here I come!

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Chandle and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day


So I'm off to a rough start. I am sure that most of my problems have to do with the fact that I am extra emotional today, but it still sucks. This morning in the paper there was a small article about a domestic worker who was beaten by her employer. The little girl was 10 years old and her employer, a doctor, thought she had stolen 10,000 rupees ($150). He almost beat her to death. Later he found the money and apologized. She is in critical condition at the hospital but her employer is offering to give her family 50,000 ($760)rupees compensation. Wow, how noble of you. He's not being punished; he's not getting arrested, and every time a bastard like this gets away with it, it opens the door for the next guy to do the same thing. I feel so absolutely helpless. I get to go home in 19 days but 83,000 domestic workers in Nepal don't. I can't protect them; I can't even punish the people that hurt them. How many other kids were beaten up today? I'm doing the best I can, but sometimes it's just not good enough.

I've talked to so many people who "have just fallen in love with Nepal." All cultural sensitivity aside. I'm tired of being politically correct and ethically evaluating the practices of another country with the idea that my Western thought process is potentially flawed. YOU DON'T BEAT UP LITTLE KIDS. That's all there is to it, and any society that consistently allows horrendous activities like this to prevail makes absolutely no sense to me. I could never "fall in love" with a place that needs social marketing campaigns to remind them that 10 year olds shouldn't be assaulted.

Every night on the news someone is beaten to death in a scuffle, police do something blatantly corrupt and violent strikes take place. You can't walk down the street without stepping in mountains of trash, seeing children and people with disabilities beg, and watching someone have to go to the bathroom in the street. The government is supposed to protect the people but all I've seen it do is lie and cheat them. Nepal is truly in a state of nature, and in a state of nature life is nasty, brutish and short. How you could love this country in it's current state is beyond me. Until the people can agree on what's right and wrong and stop fighting with each other things won't get better. Everyone is constantly striking for what THEY want and it seems like very few people are concerned with others. I see young people push elderly people out of the way to get that last seat on the bus. It's customary to treat women and children like animals, and don't even get me started on how animals are treated. Almost every other dog I see is walking down the street with a limp and I consistently see people throw stones at them for what appears to be a game.

I'm tired, but don't get all worried about me. I'm fine. It's the kids I'm worried about.

Let the excitement begin

Sorry for the absence of pictures, but the internet has NOT been cooperating

Well, today has also been very boring. I went to renew my visa, and in the tradition of everything I try to do here, it was more difficult than it should of been. The sign said they opened at 10am, but they didn't until 10:30 and then they wouldn't wait on anyone until 11 unless you gave them a lot of extra money. Screw you guys, I got allllllll day.


In other news, I'm going to see Harry Potter today and visit the bookstore, and it's the high point of my month. The excitement never ends. Does anyone else find it ironic that I am in a foreign country but instead of climbing mountains and visiting mystical temples, I am going to the movies and a bookstore?


Next week my parents are headed to Lima, Peru to visit my Aunt Brenda and Uncle Kenny. Maybe I inspired them with all my third-worldness. Have fun guys; I love ya.

P.S. I tried to post comments on your blogs but it wouldn't let me. I promise lots of comments in 3 weeks, when the internet is usable.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Junk food strikes again

Hey guys,
Once again I am stuck inside because of a strike. Thursday and Friday it was because a professor at a local university was beaten to death, today it's because the taxi drivers were beaten up by some police. Overall it gets two boos down from me. The strikes never seem to resolve anything, so I'm not sure why they keep happening. I have read every book within reach so I decided to buy an Indian Cosmopolitan. It's the only English magazine they had besides Maxim. I also proceeded to eat junk food to fight off my boredom. Now I have descended into the "get on the internet AGAIN" phase. This phase has already been interrupted by power outages twice, so lets cross our fingers that this is the one. I'm getting antsy and ready to come home. 20 days left. see you soon.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Guniea pig strike

I'm off work today because of....wait for it...another strike. It's okay though, now I can catch up on the work I didn't get around to yesterday. I have also almost finished my final paper for school. I'm trying to see Harry Potter on Sunday. For now, I am trapped inside, so if you are too read my good friend Kim's blog. I guarantee laughs http://kimpurkiss.blogspot.com/

Strike 15, You're out

How many people does it take to fill up a micro?
Everyone walking, check out the smoke from the tire


So I'm on my way to work this morning, but I have to leave early (8:30), because I need to be in some place called Tikhidewal at 10am. The bus is driving along, when all the sudden we just stop. I'm a little annoyed b/c I needed to be in New Baneshwor by 9:15am and It's 9am. After about 10 minutes the bus starts to turn around and I realize, oh no, it's another freakin strike. I try to ask the guy how far it is to New Baneshwor but he just points me in a direction. The main road has several things lit on fire, mostly tires and tree branches. There is absolutely no traffic on this road so I start to walk. There are crowds of young men standing around the fires. This one guy tries to enter the college building and they start throwing large rocks at him. I think I'm about to witness a murder when the guy appears to beg for forgiveness and runs away. I finally reach the New Baneshwor and find Smriti. We try to take another route, but neither of us has ever been to Tikhidewal. Also, due to the strike and the severe gasoline shortage (the lines for gas are at least 100 cars long) all of the vehicles are full to the brim, see the picture above. We end up taking 5 different vehicles: 1 bus, 1 tuk tuk (a 3 wheeled tin can) and 3 microbuses. We finally get to this place called Lalitpur, but then we have to walk to Tikhidewal. It was sweltering today, and I almost turned Britney Spears on some taxi's that were about to hit me, (turning Britney Spears is when you attack a vehicle with your umbrella). Anyway, we finally made it there and it was 1pm. It took me 4 1/2 hours to get there. BOO STRIKES.

On another note, I got an email from the school about my team's practicum project. Apparently Mrs. Bebee (that would be the first lady of Arkansas) was in the Delta when she ran into a man who was trying to start a Boys and Girls club. He told her that the directory we made was really helpful and showed it to her. She liked it so much, she wants to meet with my team to discuss the process so directories like this can be made in all the counties. Hooray, I worked on something and somebody noticed. I feel like I’ve always been a hard worker and an intelligent human being, but until recently, this has gone largely unnoticed, at least in the job department. This totally makes up for walking several miles in the hot sun and spending wasted money on public transportation that doesn't take you anywhere.

In other good news, my 10 hour layover in Chicago next week is going to be intercepted by my amazing boyfriend, David. He's pickin' me up and we're going to get Italian food. Sounds like my kind of welcome home party.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Yummy Nepalese Snacks

Hey, here are some of the snack foods I eat. The chips are like an Indian version of cheetos and have chutney and masala flavoring. The Lapsy is the dried brown fruit with sugar. The noodles we just eat straight from the package. It's actually all pretty good.

Here is a picture of me with some of the kids from Chabhail. Hmm, who do I look like? Right.......







Hallelujah Harry Potter, Chandle Hagrid will see you this weekend.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Case story no. 24, Rita

I interviewed this girl today, and her story is the kind that makes me want to give these employers a piece of my mind. She's a good kid, and they better have some seriously bad karma coming their way.


Rita is a lovely 18 year old girl. She is from the Sarlahi district. A prominent member of Rita’s village liked her and wanted to move to Kathmandu and take Rita on as a worker. Her parents didn’t have very much money so they sent her away. She was seven years old.

Since Rita left, she has only returned home once. When she was 12, both her parents died within months of each other. She had a younger brother and sister, but since she left at such a young age, she isn’t sure what happened to them.

She has been working in Anamnagar for 11 years. She does all of the household chores. At first she was too little to do the cooking and all of the washing, but when she was nine she took on all the duties of the house. When her parents were alive her employers sent them her salary. When they died six years ago, they just stopped paying. They used to say that they would pay her when she got married, but they stopped saying that about a year ago. She has worked for 11 years and never received any payment for herself.

Five months ago a community police officer that works with CWISH came to Rita’s employers and told them that there was free education for domestic workers and they had to send her. When Rita first attended the DIC she was very introverted and wouldn’t share about her problems. She would go home and her employers would give her massive amounts of work. She would wake up hours before her employers to try and get ahead with her chores. When she finally had finished she would try to study but her employers would scold her saying “It’s time to sleep. Turn off the lights and go to bed.”

The facilitator at the Anamnagar DIC kept encouraging Rita to keep a positive attitude. Rita had a boyfriend of a different cast. He was a sweeper, but Rita convinced him to join the army and have a better life. He left to join the army and married another girl because Rita wasn’t a member of his cast. She was devastated. She told the facilitator “I can’t go on, I want to die.” The facilitator helped her to see that there is more to life, and she can’t give up.

The facilitator wanted Rita to continue her studies. In a few short months she had learned to read and write very well. Her writing had no mistakes and she was excelling in her other subjects. Rita told the facilitator “If I go to school, I will have to stay with my employer and I can’t stand the way they treat me.” Rita expressed interest in becoming a police officer and the facilitator and Rita are trying to find her a job in the women’s police force.

Rita gained a lot from attending the DIC. “Being here taught me about child rights. Now I stand up to my employer and tell her she has no right to treat me badly. I also learned about sex abuse and how to protect myself.” She has built up her confidence and found a new strength and new goals.

We ask her what advice she has for other employers. She is confident in her reply “When a child starts working at a young age he or she doesn’t know how important education is. An employer might ask a child once or twice if they would like to go to school, but the children are small and scared and don’t know what to do, so they say no. When I grew up I realized that education is the only chance I have. Employers have to show children how important school is. They don’t treat us like their own children. We can never be equal to them because we are always separated. We can’t sit on the furniture; we sleep in a separate place; we do all of the work; we carry their things and clean up their messes. I can never be equal to her so I must get an education.” Rita’s employer never went to school and has a negative attitude about Rita’s studies. “She scolds me a lot, and doesn’t help me or make it easier for me, but now I’m the one that can read and write.”

Sunday, July 08, 2007

She works hard for the money


I'm miss entertainment. The internet is too slow to do anything cool and I read at the speed of light. I have gone through 3 books this week. I am also swiftly becoming broke. English books are expensive, but I can't help myself. I keep trying to download free podcasts from NPR but they eventually time out. I am going to splurge this weekend and go see the Order of the Phoenix. It cost the equivalent of 2 dollars. I really want to buy the next book so I can read it on the way home, but unless the shop will take a credit card, the 30 US dollars it cost is not in my budget. Most Nepalese people live on less than 2 dollars a day and I'm going to spend 30 dollars on Harry potter. I feel guilty now.
In order for me to not have to take out anymore money from the ATM I have to spend less than 3 dollars a day. I think I can do it. I'll eat a lot of noodles for lunch. My visa renewal is 30, my laundry bill is 40 and the exit fee at the airport is 30. If I have to take out anymore money, the ATM charges me 12 dollars and then I'll probably have too much and I'll have to exchange it for a crappy rate. Not to mention my bank account is at a dangerous low. Seriously, I could never thank the Clinton School enough for everything they have done for me , but a pay check will be so freakin' sweet.

On another note, Today I didn't even have to use my A.K., I got to say it was a good day. What I am trying to say in the words of Ice Cube, is that the case stories I took today were good ones. Most of the children are living better lives now that they work for someone else in Kathmandu so I don't want to get medieval on any employers. I've caught up on all my work and have sufficient time to complete what's left. Hallelujah, stress level is zero.

Saturday, July 07, 2007


Friday, July 06, 2007




My sister makes the cutest kids. Not only do Ashur and Jed totally pull off the mohawks, but Izzy's looking like a heartbreaker.

Can I keep them?

A group of children at a CWISH Drop in Center crowded around my computer

Kids and me at the Gatthagar Drop in Center
One of a million precious puppies I see all over Kathmandu


So, I honestly think one day I would like to adopt a child (and a dog) from Nepal. Right now, that is a crazy idea, but one day I might actually do it. Since I can't do that right now, the only thing I can do is help.

If you are interested in helping these kids, it doesn't take a lot of money. I am posting the contact information for CWISH if anyone is interested. They have a child sponsorship program where you can pick a kid and provide them enough money to have a place to stay, food to eat and go to school and that child will write you letters and send you a gift every year (it's approximately 250-300 dollars a year or 20 to 25 dollars a month). It is a way to immediately stop one child from working. You could also give 10 or 20 dollars and make a difference.

If you can't give any money, that's fine. Thanks for reading, awareness is important and now you know. Also, thanks for all the uplifting comments, guys. It makes my day and makes me smile.


CWISH (Children- Women In Social Service and Human Rights)

Gangahiti, Chabahil, KMC-7
Kathmandu, Nepal
P.O. Box: 21433
Phone/Fax: +977-1-4474645, 2061213
E-mail: cwish@wlink.com.np
Web : www.cwish.org.np