Saturday, January 8, 2011

A little fish in a big and somewhat turbulent pond/friends from oz.


A couple of days ago I attended a UNESCO workshop organised to discuss various aspects of the Lumbini World Heritage site – the area around the Maha Devi Temple  - the site of the Buddha’s birth and obviously a very significant place for devout Buddhists. Some of those attending included members of the Lumbini Development Trust (LDT) the Government management body headed by the Vice Chairman  - a young and somewhat ‘strong minded’ Maoist/Tibetan monk, a German UNESCO rep. based in Nepal with his local staff, a Japanese professor of architecture and 2 colleagues, an English professor of archaeology and UNESCO consultant with his team, Dr Cuppers a German scholar  & curator of the Buddhist archives in Lumbini, the LDT Nepali archaeologist and historian, a rep from the World Bank, a rep from the Japanese embassy in Nepal, a consulting engineer/environmentalist, Sayalay, Sayadaw and me. Two days of interesting presentations were held at a local hotel – the Buddha Maya Gardens – and there were some heated moments courtesy of the Vice Chair. There was also central heating and copious amounts of food – another good reason to attend. By comparison, here I am now – a few days later  - sitting up in bed at 2 pm with blanket and sleeping bag over me wearing two jackets and hat (some yogis are suffering a lot from the cold  – I’m fine). The weather is decidedly wintry with heavy damp mists in the morning and no sign of sun all day. I bravely stripped off at 5pm yesterday for a bucket bath – hair was getting pretty greasy and lank – with a damp towel to dry off with; and this was relatively luxurious  - because it is not always possible to have the electricity working long enough at the right time of day to heat up the water in my bucket with a giant HW heating element (not to be seen in oz, perhaps because they break a safety standard or ten.  I learnt the hard way on another trip  - only needed once  - when putting my hand into the bucket to check the water temperature and getting zapped!) We now have 11 hours electricity-free at present and there’s no real knowing when to expect it to come on and go off – despite official info. The hydro electricity supply diminishes at this time of year due to reduced water flow and turbines seem to blow up now and then, which adds to the cuts. The centre has three inverters, which means that some lights and essential items can mostly keep working.

Anyway, after that slight diversion, the first day of the workshop had individual sessions on the environment, the Master Plan for Lumbini, religious and historical textual evidence for Lumbini as the Buddha’s birth-place, archaeological work in the past and presently to be undertaken and Sayalay’s presentation about visitor’s perceptions of the heritage area. Some of these were very drawn out as academics don’t always seem to be able to contain themselves – and the scheduled times were long passed - and lunch late. Sayalay used quite a few of the photos I had taken on Christmas day  - a couple that I have already posted. The photo with the t-short slogan – “We Will Save the Future” – a lucky shot and my favourite of the lot, of which the irony was well appreciated. So some of my photos may appear in a UNESCO report with all the other papers – probably to sit on a shelf in obscure offices in remote parts of the world.

I found the archaeology presentations – there was one on both days – the most interesting. It seems that in close proximity to the temple are the remains of the oldest known village in Asia – and some tests will be done on this area. Also samples will be taken of soil layers in the temple adjacent to the birthplace area itself that will enable accurate dating and provide info about human activities at that time. This is of major significance in such a revered site and the excavation work and ifindings could cause some concern to devotees  - so volunteers are needed to explain to visitors what is happening. I am probably going to put some time in doing this – got the ok from Sayadaw - so will be a small part in this work, which goes for a month. Plan to buy the bike next week so I can ride down to the temple area – was already planning this purchase to get out and about more when I feel restless –  now have an added incentive.

I met some interesting people and chatted to several locals at the workshop including the two library custodians – and as it does the conversation turned to coffee and I, while suffering a cup of instant with lunch, expressed my preference for the real thing. The next day a packet of ‘real’ organic Nepalese coffee arrived at the centre’s gate courtesy of Dr. Cuppers – delivered by one of his staff. So now I can indulge when the coffee cravings arise – not that this happens very often – have been consoling myself with masala chia or nepali tea, milk tea with cardamon. I can make this at the centre myself – which I have to say, modesty aside, is the best I’ve tasted – but there is a very pleasant cup to be had at the stall near the temple area, and, if I can get down in the morning, is a great accompaniment to fresh made puris and subaji (fried flat bread and spiced chick pea/vegetable mix). Have now been inspired to go and make a cuppa – so will finish of here for now- Namaste,

Tea made and drunk and while heading to the kitchen ran into a new arrival – a young friend from Melbourne who I met at BMIMC. We had a long chat catching up with each others news and that of other mutual friends It’s really lovely to have this personal connection with people from home. Although I don’t feel any obvious homesickness I do enjoy having a chat with someone who shares that oz commonality. Another Sydney friend Danny arrived here a few days ago  – and so we went out for a talk and walked around a few of the closer temples. I took him to my favourite, the Manang temple – a small an fairly unassuming place compared to most of the grand temples in the area. It has a lovely peaceful garden and a small gompa with some lovely decorative paintings on the walls and ceiling. So now there are four Aussies here plus me and one more to arrive in the next day or so – that will be it for sometime. So will have to rely on chatting to the staff, the locals and maybe the English archaeology team if I end up doing the work.


Friday, December 31, 2010

Some well intentioned but slightly mis-seated young Nepalis

 A group of young Nepali tourists with good intentions for the future but wearing away the ancient ruins!
 Outside of the Maha Devi temple with stupa ruins in foreground
 A belated Happy Christmas from Lil

Photos for Christmas and beyond

 Pilgrims waiting to pass the birth stone of the Buddha - inside the Maha Devi Temple
 The peanut seller and friend (Chedi - ex Centre worker)
 Shiva - the keeper of the eternal flame
 Rickshaw drives warming up
 The Tara temple through the morning mist
 Thai temple
 Vietnamese temple
 Mixing Cement for the canal
My morning walk place

From Christmas to the New Year


Christmas day – woke up and rang (Nepal time 5am) my lovely daughter in Melbourne (10.30am ish) just before I had a pre breakfast sit. It was lovely to hear her voice. Sitting meditation is generally an early morning and evening activity for me - middle of the day takes off into various little chores and distractions. It is lovely at those times - quiet and beautiful. The day time gets noisier as workmen arrive to continue the construction of three extra kutis and tourist noises float over the wall of the centre.

Just before entering the dining hall I ran into the teachers – good timing as I had a few small gifts to give to them – easier at that point than disturbing their breakfast. Also gifts for Moe Thu and Nwe Mu, Sita and general staff. It was a good feeling to see their surprised smiles. So I have to admit to being a bit disappointed when I came in for lunch and saw a vey simple meal (seems the veggies had run out), as it was my lunch dana – luckily I had personally bought some choccies when last shopping in Bhairahawa  - thank God (not very Buddhist maybe but taking the appropriate liberty for this  day0. It somehow made me feel mean spirited. I was feeling a bit emotionally delicate already, missing family and friends and perhaps a residue of personal loss. The one allowance for Christmas decorations was the chocolate box – shaped like a Christmas tree, which I decorated with pink bouganvillea and together with the gold Ferrer Rocher wrappers I reckon it looked pretty festive! Not quite a match for the family Christmas tree and table, which I got to see when Skyping (is that an acceptable verb?) – it was lovely to see everyone, even if they were a bit fuzzy, and share vicariously the feast.

After lunch I went with Sayalay to take some photos of the Maya Devi Temple complex, where the Buddha’s place of birth is located - marked by a stone enclosed in bullet-proof glass. Surrounding the temple itself but within the compound are many stupa ruins, which date back over 2000 ago (3 - 5th century BC), and a pillar which was placed there 2300 years ago by the Emperor Ashoka to commemorate and mark the birthplace. The photos are for a presentation for UNESCO on January 4th,, which I will attend with Sayalay. The photos were to illustrate the way devout but over-enthusiastic pilgrims and laid back tourists cause damage to the ruins. So this is one of my duties while here – helping Sayalay a little by taking some photos to add to her collection and editing the text of her power point presentation. After the photo shoot I took myself off for a Christmas coke – to ignite a bit more festive spirit)

Meanwhile for Sayadaw I have been contributing to his passionate campaign to stop industrial encroachment and pollution around the Lumbini area by working on a letter to send to the Nepali PM and doing some research on the health impact of cement production. In between times I help by greeting arrivals and vetting drop in visitors  - otherwise my times my own  - lots of freedom to come and go as I please. 

So one thing I do regularly is to take myself off for a morning walk after breakfast. Everything is filtered through a soft mist at this time of day, and noise, what little there is, is muffled (like all the locals riding on their bikes to work)– so it feels somewhat ethereal (perhaps it’s all the meditation!). I have got to know a few of the locals who work around the area  and as I walk out the gate of the centre I approach the old man who sells peanuts and assorted dried nuts and snacks from his wheeled cart. His work day starts with a puja of lighting and waving incense while chanting over his wares to receive blessings for a good business day. We always ‘Namaste’ to each other as I pass. I also say Namaste and good morning to Shiva – one of the guards of the peace flame (an eternal gas flame at the entry to the Monastic area of Lumbini). He likes to practice his English and generally chat – he has a boring job mostly  - just keeping an eye on tourists to make sure they don’t try any thing inappropriate around the flame. So we sit on the plastic chairs outside his office and are joined by various rickshaw drivers who use the rickshaw stand close and are waiting for a customer. This morning they were squatting around a low fire, as were some of the local workers who are paving the canal that runs down the centre of the monastic area. My walk takes me along one side of the canal, and I see the sun (surya) as it rises through the mist above the Theravada monasteries, which are on the east side of the canal, and throws its light onto the Mahayana monasteries, which are on the opposite western side.
Today is New Years;' Day - so sending out special Happy New Year loving wishes to all.




Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Shopping photos and the misty next morning

 A typical Bhairahawa street
 Hard bargaining at the vegie market
 Christmas trees Nepali style
 The tea shop counter - lots of Indian sweets
After the full moon morning chant

Visiting the "big smoke" or adventures in Bhairahawa


Yesterday afternoon was my shopping adventure to Bhairahawa – a bit of a highlight in the midst of general inactivity and quietness at the centre. So after lunch I headed off in the taxi – a small transit van – with Moe Thu and Nwe Mu and driver, Birjish. I had had the idea to buy a bit of tinsel to put on the serving table or some other small Christmas decoration but this was a bit of a radical idea apparently so to satisfy the desire for a bit of Christmas I bought 3 big boxes of chocolates for the yogis  - one box is shaped like a Christmas tree – very subtle but still not sure if it will cause a ripple or two. There are some underlying currents here that can catch the unwary by surprise – a bit like a rip under a seemingly calm and inviting sea. Will have to see if I can keep my head above water – either that or give up swimming!  (And I did see a few fake Christmas trees on display outside one shop  - oh well.)

Anyway, had great fun out  - much more entertaining than a visit to Coles Katoomba – although perhaps it’s the novelty factor. I got my new pillow – it’s so comfortable compared to the compressed cotton wadding one that is standard at the centre. Then another stop for mens’s socks, for a meditator who arrived with only one pair, and a separate shop for ladies socks for me a few doors up. Then envelopes up the road. In each of these Moe Thu insisted on loudly and abruptly throwing out some embarrassingly low counter offer when the price was mentioned, which was usually tolerated with good humour but in the pillow shop got the cold shoulder - all part of the entertainment.  It hardly seemed worth hassling over 10 rupess for a 70 rupee ($1) pair of socks. I got to practice a bit of my very limited Nepali, which was reciprocated with friendly graciousness. After some purchases at the grocery store (no bargaining - fixed prices) I asked the driver to take us to one of the local sweet and tea shops – a bit of a local institution, which I had visited in the past - where I treated us all to Nepali tea, Indian sweets and samosas.

The last stop was the subaji (sp?) (vegetable) market – where Moe Thu’s bargaining got really fierce to the amusement of  the stall holders, as well  just the sight of we three foreigners – two Burmese who speak enough Hindi to get by, and one Westerner, who speaks virtually none. We all had tanaka (a Burmese “cosmetic” made from a paste of water and ground sandalwood that turns yellow on the skin) on our faces, which added to our novelty value. The market had a great selection of locally grown vegetables laid out on plastic sheeting on the ground and we spent a good hour there sourcing the best quality and best deals.

All up we spent about 3 and a half hours in Bhairahawa – so with the 40 minute drive either way it was getting late in the day and as we drove back we watched a giant red sun set and the full moon rise.

The next morning I had been pre warned that we would be off to the full moon get together of all the local sangha with and chanting from the various traditions (maximum 8 minutes please). At breakfast Saydaw called me over and mentioned he and Sayalay would not be attending and could I please make the announements for all the groups if a certain Dr Kuypers was not there. “What!” I replied. Then shrugged and said ok. I mulled over this while eating my breakfast – didn’t know Dr Kuypers, the sangha didn’t know me, was it suitable for a very casually dressed foreign women to be the MC for the sangha’s monthly chanting event. Oh well – I just hoped Dr Kuypers would be there.   And he was - thank you Buddha, God or anyone else who may have had anything to do with it.

Moe Thu, New Myu and I walked down to the Sacred garden area through the early morning mist and into the Nepalese temple for a 7 am start. It was an interesting morning  - 7 groups chanted – Japanese, Theravadans as a whole, Thai, Vietnamese, Korean, Tibetan and the two Chinese nuns. I have to say the Tibetan chanting got my vote for musicality – it was very beautiful – a large group of young monks and nuns with various harmonies blending together in that deeply resonant tone typical of the Tibetan traditions. And there was an interesting use of drums and gongs and bowing by some of the other sangha groups. After the chanting  we were all served crispy fried sweets with salty butter tea (can’t quite get used to the taste so gulped it down quickly   - only to be offered some more!).
 





Friday, December 17, 2010

Photos

 The Mahabodhi temple
 Monks in the sun - including Sayadaw Vivekananda (middle) waiting for lunch
 My kuti - Lumbini home
 Me outside my kuti - taken my Munu - the mali (gardener) -
The dining room at Panditarama - Sayalay, Nwe Mu and Sayadaw