Monsoon IN

Western Ghats, the last episod. The monsoon episod too! Depressing time: rains, rains and raining again... It's been at least one generation that they have not seen such a heavy monsoon. June, July: it just didn't stop raining one day. I don't say it rained all day and night long. However people need sunlight more than 10mn at a time and once a week! People are depressed, the paddy has been washed away, the farmers have to do the work again, in praying it will not happen the same. The trees have diseases, the next harvest will not be fun at all! 
Just a week or two with them made me feel depressed, really down. Being weak, bodily and mindly, does not help indeed. I came to know the Indian soil is so poor that the vegetables, or food in general is not nutritive... I am suffering from malnutrition. I don't know exactly which ones but I have deficiencies, obviously. That happens to some people after a few months in India. Cela fait quelques semaines que j'ai une crevasse au coin droit des lèvres, et je vous passe les autres petits détails croustillants de mon corps qui souffre. Il faut dire que je n'aide pas mon corps à récupérer, la constante nécessité d'adaptation aux différents milieux est exténuante : différentes personnes, différents rythmes, différents climats, différentes nourritures. Un peu de stabilité ne serait pas de refus. Dharward, Bijapur have really spicy food, and dry and warm climate, the Western Ghats is cold, rainy for this season, with average spicy dishes, Bangalore is again different... My only sustained activity is meditation in the morning, as far as I can. 
Despite these difficulties, I had really nice times with Nivedan and his mother in the rainy forest of Shimoga district. Thank you very much for welcoming! And good luck for your ecological car fresheners: Mystic Aromatics, I wish you the best car freshener brand in the next decades! :-)

Sumathi
helping me for my experiments.
Here it is ragi and sorghum laddus!  

Tunga Flood

Tasting my pastas :-)

Nivi, devant un grooos barrage: Gajanur dam, Tunga toujours

Paddy not washed away!

Rozenn, fatiguée

Beloved India

First of all, here it is: I come back to France in October. 
The decision was difficult to take, but I deeply know that I am not from India, nor Asia, and I cannot live there. No bikini on the beach, no expansive behaviour, not laughing too loud, respecting men/women segregation, enduring the social pressure, spending time with women who don't fulfill themselves elsewhere than in a kitchen (I'm thinking about doing that in France, by the way!). Although this is not all India, these facts are depressing. I also realise - I know that what follows sound really weird - my body and my mind are not meant to live here. They are too fragile. I don't know how it is possible, but things happen differently here, compared to Europe. I am more sensitive, mindly and bodily. Now I have learnt how to trust my body and my mind, I can say this piece of the world is for Indians... or at least not for me. During a day, the weather and the temperature change but they don't change themselves. They don't need to wear a sweatshirt. I do. They have to face so many social pressures, frustrations and problems, the arranged marriage, family matters, and they handle them. I could not. And even though, I feel myself more affected by little things I could easily handle in France. Vibrations are different here... It also works with positive things. :-) 
My mind is too subtle, too weak for this land.  

Furthermore, traveling forever is, somehow, possible, but it is not what I dream of. For now, I am dreaming of snoooooowwwww and skiiiiii and mountaaiiiiiins, and skiing on the snow in mountains!! The Alps are calling me back!         

By the time I leave India, I may achieve a bit of things :-)

Maize flaking process

Maghana and Mallikarjun (left)
I thank them for welcoming and helping for my millet pastas!

Sorghum and ragi pastas
Probably the first ones on the globe! hehehe! 

Sending 5kg of pastas to France

Tunga in December 

Apoorva, meditating ;-)

Tunga, the same place, in June

Tunga, the same place, in July

Couchy Bangalore IN

As I said before, Bangalore is worth the trouble for the density of great and different people you can meet. I could even find a wonderful couch: at Pragyan and Mohan's. Pragyan, who has lived, for years, in the French speaking part of Africa, could only speak French for cooking (thanks to her maid) and for directions (thanks to her driver)! ;-) The really fun part is she, as an Indian lady living in Bangalore, has more extroverted clothing taste than me. Emancipated women were in town! The bar counter still remembers our dancing heels ;-) This blog being not 18 restricted, no compromising photos will be shown. Hehe! Beside that, I was staying at the highest building in Blore, 32 floors, helipad at the top, Wifi, washing machine, hot water shower, a wonderful cook to teach me how to make ragi dosa (dosa = Indian crêpes or pancakes, eaten along with fried vegetables), ragi huri hittu ladu (dessert en forme de boule, ici à base de roasted ragi), and, of course 2 cool hosts I enjoyed spending time with! Thank you guys :-). I hardly went to office, I could work at "home" and appreciate the view at the same time! Hehe!     

In the Green Path hotel were staying a group of American and Indian students working on entrepreneurial social development projects in India. At the end of a hard working week, each group presented its project: mobile toilets for slums, school bags which can be transformed into a studying chair, recycling water with an  easy technique: connecting the washing machine to the toilet, bicycles renting in the city (Vélov, Vélib), biogas in the Green Path hotel and neighbourings, and many more ideas. Bien bien de faire plancher ces petits jeunes ! Afin de trouver des bonnes idées, économiques et réalisables pour une société indienne avide de solutions pour ses problèmes à dimension de subcontinent ! :-/

My couch, the highest building in Blore!

Un repas de mariage est toujours extêmement bon !
Servi évidemment sur une feuille de bananier.

South Indian wedding, 1500 people but not fun at all

Pragyan, Me and Mohan

La fête de la musique ! :-)
A l'Alliance française de Bangalore

Ragi seeds, soaked and germinated (48h).
En zoomant, vous pouvez voir le petit germe blanc sortir !