Wow, time is a-flyin’! 54 days left in Mumbai (not that I’m counting or anything)! Here’s my third installment of Love, Hate, Something I Ate! Enjoy:) Oh, and if you notice some wacky changes to this blog’s layout every time you visit, I apologize; I’m experimenting with some new blog themes.
Mumbai has several stores that sell pretty gift-bags, wrapping paper, and stationary. Fabindia is a bit overpriced, but their bags come with matching tissue paper, which is nice. You can go crazy at Chimanlal’s and end up spending only a few dollars. These make great gifts for crafty types; M ended up buying oodles of cards and boxes for his mother.
Clockwise from top: Pink and gold gift-bag and embossed notepaper in a tray from Fabindia; gift-tags and star box from Chimanlal’s:
…the harassment, molestation, and rape of women everywhere. With regards to India, I believe that until women are respected as individuals with rights over their own sexuality and NOT just as mothers, sisters, daughters, and wives, they will continue to be in danger, as will female tourists and expats who come here. The man in the photo above clearly has good intentions, but I think his message is precisely what’s wrong with India. Women are seen as either hypersexual Bollywood stars or desexualized mothers, sisters, and daughters. So what happens when some men see an attractive female who is clearly NOT their mother, sister, or daughter?
In most of the places I have lived or traveled, women take for granted their ability to display their sexuality and attractiveness AND be respected at the same time. Men may look, even smile, but they don’t, for the most part, ogle, harass, or rape (at least not as frequently as seems to happen here in India). I don’t have all the answers; I know there are numerous factors behind the dismal treatment of women in India, including a gender imbalance that has left millions of men without any chance of ever finding a partner. Whatever the cause(s), it is one of the major reasons I’ll be leaving India in two months.
Something I ate…
Everyone knows it’s mango season here in Mumbai! You can’t miss the crates of juicy, yellow fruit stacked on every street corner. But did you know it’s also “Kala Jambul” season? Didn’t think so. Okay, so this rather obscure fruit is probably never going to knock the revered mango off its pedestal, but I think they’re awesome! The skin is an intense purple that will stain your hands and tongue, and the flesh is a little sweet and very tart, like the combination of a grape and a cranberry. I like to sprinkle them with a little salt and pop them in my mouth as a snack (they’re supposed to be good for controlling blood sugar), but I’m thinking about trying to make jam with them. You should see them in piles on vendors’ carts from now until the end of summer.