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India Vlog 2005: August 4

Indian Advertising

Ross and I watched a good deal of TV in India (which is strange, considering that we never do that at home, but traveling in India is tiring – sometimes it was necessary just to veg out). As I’ve mentioned before, watching TV is an interesting cultural lesson, especially the advertising.

One ad I particularly liked was for life insurance:

Scene: A middle-aged, prosperous-looking Indian couple at home.

Voiceover (in Hindi): This is Mr. Mehta. His son has done an MBA in America.

Mr. Mehta shuffles through photographs showing his son graduating in cap and gown, with clearly American friends. One photo shows him next to a blonde woman, also in cap and gown.

VO: Mr. Mehta’s son is coming home today.

The Mehtas at the airport, looking anxiously through the crowd coming off the plane. Big smiles and happy tears as son is reunited with his parents.

Son pulls forward the blonde woman from the photograph. The Mehtas are nonplussed as he introduces her as his wife. She bends down to touch their feet, showing respect as an Indian daughter-in-law would do. The Mehtas are still in shock, even more so when the couple wheels forward a stroller with a baby in it. Then big smiles all around.

Final shot on Mr. Mehta’s bemused but happy expression.

VO: Life is full of surprises. So-and-so insurance helps you prepare for the unexpected.

We got very tired of the many ads (both TV and print) featuring Amitabh Bacchan. He was one of India’s biggest stars back in the 1980s, and made enough money to retire very comfortably and let his son Abhishek carry on the acting. However, a business venture with a cousin proved to be a financial disaster, and he found himself suddenly broke. So now he’s making up for lost revenue with film after film, TV shows (hosting India’s version of “Who wants to be a millionaire?”) and ads, and you can’t turn around without seeing his face plastered on a billboard. There is even a cartoon version of him in print for Amul dairy products, and a claymation version (with his voice) for a brand of light switches (we saw that one so many times we could recite it, even in Hindi).

Another person you see a lot of (in billboards) is Aishwarya Rai, recently seen by worldwide audiences in “Bride and Prejudice” (greate movie, by the way!) At least she’s too busy pursuing her Hollywood career to film TV ads.

India Vlog: Happy Valley Tibetan Colony, Mussoorie

Filmed at the Tibetan Homes Foundation.

Tibetan Buddhism seems to traditionally favor mechanically-aided prayer. Each of these wheels has a core wrapped with paper inscribed thousands of times with om mani padme hum (“the jewel is in the lotus”). Spinning the wheel sends the prayers up to heaven.

India Vlog 2005: July 31

Ross, Sharon and I went to the “buzz” (local bazaar). On the way down Mullingar Hill (photo above), we stopped by the tailor, who told us that the shawl we had bought for Ross’ jacket wasn’t enough material to make a jacket with a hood. We took a snippet of the shawl to try to match it with some plain black wool, but eventually ended up buying another shawl, plain black (no embroidery) but a close match in color and texture. Vinod’s shop is still at the bottom of the Landour Clock Tower, though Sharon tells me he’s seldom open. He was that day, so we spent a happy hour browsing among reproductions of antiques and even a few real ones. My favorite item was this beautiful crockery water filter; I would have bought it if I could have thought of a safe and inexpensive way to get it home.

The “world famous sex specialist” still has his hoarding next door, as he has for over 30 years, though I’ve never actually seen these doors open. Maybe it’s just meant to function as a billboard.

photos by Ross

Mussoorie Monsoon

Most Woodstockers are nostalgic about the monsoon, though we’d probably be a lot less so if we had to live through the entire season again!

I had not been to India during the monsoon season since 1981, and had forgotten how beautiful the hills are when they’re lush and green and wet. Every tree is covered in ferns and moss. And, after a while, so are you. Nothing ever dries thoroughly during the monsoon; bedsheets feel damp when you crawl in at night, and you have to keep a strong lightbulb burning in the closet so your shoes don’t go moldy.