Saturday, May 3, 2008

The Elephant Boy

I got some good news the other day. Nuch's fortune teller told her that I am protected by Ganesh, the Hindu boy-God with an elephant's head. Her fortune teller also suggested that we pay respect to him and recommended one of Ganesh's local temples in downtown Bangkok.

Although Thais are mostly Buddhist, they have picked up a number of Hindu traditions and paying respect to Ganesh is one of the most popular. So, willing to accept any help or protection I can get, I told Nuch I'd join her.

Here's a picture of Lord Ganesh.

Not the best looking guy in the world, but be sure that each of his unique features holds a special significance:

-The elephant head indicates fidelity, intelligence and discriminative power;

-The fact that he has a single tusk (the other being broken off) indicates Ganesh's ability to overcome all forms of dualism;

-The wide ears denote wisdom, ability to listen to people who seek help and to reflect on spiritual truths.

-Ganesha's pot belly contains infinite universes. It signifies the bounty of nature and equanimity

-The four arms of Ganesha represent the four inner attributes of the subtle body, that is: mind (Manas), intellect (Buddhi), ego (Ahamkara), and conditioned conscience (Chitta).

I don't know much about Ganesh except what I've read, but it seems that he basically represents all the good stuff - wisdom, intellect, success, good fortune, perfection...

Ganesh's story has an immaculate beginning.

Once, while his mother Parvati wanted to bathe, there were no attendants around to guard her and stop anyone from accidentally entering the house. Hence she created a boy's idol out of turmeric paste and infused life into it, and thus Ganesha was born. Parvati ordered Ganesha not to allow anyone to enter the house and Ganesha obediently followed his mother's orders. After a while her husband, Shiva, returned from outside and as he tried to enter the house, Ganesha stopped him. Shiva was infuriated at this strange little boy who dared to challenge him. He told Ganesha that he was Parvati's husband, and demanded that Ganesha let him go in. But Ganesha would not hear any person's word other than his dear mother's.

Shiva lost his patience and had a fierce battle with Ganesha. At last he severed Ganesha's head with his trident. When Parvati came out and saw her son's lifeless body, she was very angry and sad. She demanded that Shiva restore Ganesha's life at once. Unfortunately, Shiva's trident was so powerful that it had hurled Ganesha's head very far off. All attempts to find the head were in vain. As a last resort, Shiva approached Brahma who suggested that he replace Ganesha's head with the first living being that came his way which lay with its head facing north.

Shiva then sent his celestial armies (Gana) to find and take the head of whatever creature they happened to find asleep with its head facing north. In their search they came across a mother elephant and it's baby. The mother elephant had died, but the baby elephant would not leave her and slept by her side. When the army saw this loyal, innocent elephant they knew it was what they were searching for and they decapitated it, attaching the elephant's head to Ganesha's body and bringing him back to life.

Ok, enough Sunday School for one blog.

At Ganesh's temple, you can pay respect to him by offering flowers, candles, and incense, and then, you can make a wish.

Here are some pictures of Nuch paying respect to Ganesh and his parents, Parvati and Shiva.


These are the children of the family that takes care of the temple. They sell the candles, incense, and flowers to devotees.

Apparently, the flowers are recyclable. When the statues start getting full of yellow flowers, the kids would come take them off with long poles and take them back to their parents stand to be resold. I shouldn't say the flowers are resold - they are a gift you receive when you make a non-obligatory donation. So, I suppose that's fair.


This is a statue of Ganesh outside the temple.


My boss tells a story of a friend/ colleague of his, Dave Gebby, who was visiting Thailand from India, where he was working on a project. On their way to dinner a fortune teller stopped them on the street, and as a joke, they decided to see what the future had in store for them. Apparently, the fortune teller told Dave Gebby that he had disrespected Ganesh somehow and he would become very ill in the near future.

As the story goes, Dave Gebby had a heart attack the following day and was put in the hospital. Unfortunately, what he had failed to realize was that he had brought a sandalwood statue of Ganesh as a gift for Joe and had left it in the bottom drawer of his desk in the Bangkok office.

Joe said that after visiting Dave in the hospital his only request was to get the statue of Ganesh out of his desk and put it someplace comfortable and high.

There is no greater cynic than my boss, but to this day, Ganesh is sitting high atop the bookshelf in his office - clearly visible to anyone who enters and respectfully placed so Ganesh can comfortably oversee and protect those in his presence.


Some other pics from Ganesh's temple.



Thursday, May 1, 2008

High Protein Diet

In Thailand they say that people in Isaan (Northeast Thailand) can eat anything with wings - ducks, chickens, turkeys, even flying insects. However, they can't eat an airplane...

..but only because it's too expensive.

Although they do not have wings, red ant eggs are still expensive (50 USD/ kg), yet much more affordable than an airplane. So, last week while my boss was in town, my secretary decided to order ant eggs for lunch as special treat - they're a delicacy here in Korat.

Here's a "before" picture of our meal. The eggs are the white things on top of the green vegetables. I warned my boss before he ate any for fear that he may think they were crushed garlic or another normal, white seasoning. Needless to say, he was grateful.





This is the "after" picture of our meal. You may notice it looks the same.

So my secretary wouldn't feel bad and because they're supposedly very nutritious, we both decided to have at least one bite - Imagine grains of rice from a rice cake that have been left to soak in lemon juice over night.

As nutritious as red ant eggs are, one bite was enough for both of us, and thus deserve their place on any High Protein Diet menu. Just looking at the picture makes me not want to eat.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

The New Center of the World?

What do you get when you mix New York and Las Vegas, take out all the gambling and add oil? Dubai, which according to this map is the new center of the world.




I've never actually been to Dubai - at least not outside the airport, but I think it's safe to say that I've been to that airport more in the last 5 years than any other airport aside from Bangkok and JAX. It's my regular stopover when I go to the UK on Emirates Airlines.






The airport terminal is like a giant shopping mall, which I guess is a trend for new international airports. Seems they've designed them, so you're funneled into the shopping area while making your connection. Then, they don't tell you your gate number until 15 minutes before you're supposed to board, and you're forced mingle around shops filled with stuff you can't afford or don't really need. It also happens to be the place where I always end up buying Nuch's souvenirs/ gifts from my trip to the UK.




But the Dubai Airport has the added element of the most eccentric mix of people I've ever seen - British tourists on their way to Asia, Asian laborers on their way to construction sites throughout the middle east, Africans with the "Coming to America" full-on techno-colored peacock pajamas, and Muslim women covered head to toe except for their glaring eyes. Imagine the bar scene on Tatooine taking place at Macy's.

Here's a picture of a group of Pakistani men who, I assume, are on their way to a construction site somewhere in the region. It looked as if they had been there for days, piled up on top of each other, dressed in old sweaters, with holes in their shoes and plastic bags to carry their clothes.



Here are some pictures out the window of the plane.



Made me think of Lawrence of Arabia.



Is there a king of Dubai? I'm not sure, but I'm guessing this is his house.





I don't know if I'll ever get to Dubai, but the name keeps popping up - whether it's in the news, people going their for work or just going there for holiday. Perhaps, I'll plan a one day lay-over next time, just so I can I've stepped foot in the place.

Once again, to supplement my sub-standard photos, I found some other pics of Dubai on the web.

1990 - just before the first Gulf War. Hmmm.... coincidence?





Dubai is determined to have the most extreme architecture in the world, battling Shanghai, Taiwan, and Malaysia.





This project wins the prize for me.


The world's largest indoor ski slope is a close second.


Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Lucky Dog

I've been emailed these pictures 20 times already this morning. By their standard issue middle school haircuts, I'm assuming they're Thai kids.

I guess there is hope for the future.







By the way, this is my 101st blog. Do I get a medal?

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Songkran - Pictures from Thailand's Water Festival

Sunday afternoon, I took my 62 year-old mother to Kao San Rd. to celebrate the Songkran Water Festival.

This is actually her third time here, and even though she is well-experienced in the fun and games of the world's largest water fight, nothing can prepare you for the shock of ice-cold water being dumped down your back - even if it's the 20th time it's happened in the last hour.



Quite possibly the oldest person on Kao San Rd that day, my mom was a popular target.

Here I am getting basted with a doughy mix of prickly heat and water.



Words certainly can't describe the atmosphere on Kao San Rd during the Songkran Festival, and unfortunately, pictures still don't do it justice.




I'm guessing this guy has a few "I woke up in Tijuana..." stories.


Entrepreneurs selling frigid water.




Some more random pics.


Some videos...

Here we are in the back of a Tuk-Tuk (3-wheeled motorcycle) on the way home.


My mom getting splashed on the way home. We were sitting ducks at the stop lights.

We got back to the hotel around 4pm just in time for Happy Hour around the pool.
Over the years, I've damaged one cell phone and two cameras during the water festival. I thought I escaped without harm this year, but it looks like the splash attacks during the tuk-tuk ride home may have gotten some moisture in my camera. Hopefully, it'll dry out.

My photo skills are about as weak as my writing skills, so I stole some pics off the web that better represent the frenzy that is Songkran.