Nearly everyday. My fave drink is Beetroot, ginger lemonade and we all like the veggie burger, pasta, pizza and apple pie! When they’re available.
But very sorry to let Gingee go …
Two young dogs had proven too much.
And Kaveri set out on a ‘new foot’ with a bath for Lucca
Breakfast is ready.
We’re on a slow start with Kurt and Loe returning to visit from Belgium (with a third member of family) our very first guests.
Last evening we even had games night.
Thanks for helping relaunch us.
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Manjula and Lucie in their varied forms are beginning to settle into their new home. Dragonfly and pennants are already here with a dramatic new episode to their story.
After getting up at 4am to try and sort out the new house agreement, I had fun with the Brits (Charles and Rosie) on a cycle tour, hung out with Luka and Gingee in the drive, and Satish kindly rode my Enfield to be fixed.
I’m beginning to wonder if the first bike accident (a twit coming towards me on the wrong side of the road and round a corner on the ring road! ) — was exacerbated by my tiredness from lack of sleep.
That’s why I was — this and most mornings — awake before four.
The dogs need more contact time and to learn how to behave outside their yard. So we’re bonding and I’m watching carefully (occasionally bossing them) so they don’t chew everything in reach.
We are so fortunate to be able to share our home with wonderful people
Homestay and BnB means such different things to different people. Ours is a shared home and not a commercial set up — plus of course we have mycycle tours — the second city cycle tours to be set up in India.
We continue to provide insights and adventures from all sorts of perspectives initially from a beautiful wife, Manjula plus a pale, stale firangi (me). We now also have Kaveri, age 11 who has plenty to say, Sowbaghya who’s helped hold me and the place together for over five years, Billet-Doux (aka sweet letter) our cat sent by Manjula and the two barky monsters (following on from the other irreplaceable — Lucie): Luca and Gingee.
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It’s a real place and that’s partly why people come again and again. Since 2011 we’ve had thousands of guests from around the world.
Just this last week we’ve had guests from India, Australia, Germany, Netherlands and U.K.
Richard, (with Rhonda) from Australia, first came over twelve years ago
and shared photos from his meeting with MAnjula —- our sunshine.
who’d have thought it?
It’s been wonderful living, with my gorgeous wife and after her spirit moved on we’ve continued to share …
That’s my favourite saying about India that I share with guests.
I say it with respect and fondness for my adopted country — obviously.
But — Nothing is ever as it seems.
This article in the Star of Mysore seems to be about ‘guest lecturers’ in colleges and universities.
I thought it was about employees, who weren’t ’on establishment’ ie permanent employees or didn’t have tenure. They do an equivalent job but don’t share the same conditions of service, security or remuneration.
Hence their campaign.
I’d seen this in other government institutions, for example in a museum where there were two classes of employees, namely permanent and ‘contract’ workers.
But here it seems to relate to ‘qualification’ ie whether their qualification was approved by the UGC- the university grants committee. Yet they are teaching.
Got it so far?
I’d realised something of this fifteen years ago. I’d helped out by temporarily lecturing on an innovative MBA designed for managers in NGOs. Set up by an amazing grassroots organisation the Swami Vivekananda Youth Movement at its leadership unit.
I’d have loved to continue as a lecturer (facilitator in my terms) but was put off it, as it would involve a complex bureaucratic process at the university. In any case as a foreigner it would have been extra complicated. That’s not taking into account my Yorkshire accent!? Or awful humour. Or way of teaching.
Fine no issue. I set up our business and did the occasional presentations elsewhere.
But I hadn’t thought until now that my degrees might have also been a problem.
Worse was to come ….
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So here’s my latest experience of one small part of this inconsistent world.
In my stressed out attempts to remain in my adopted country I had a fab idea to do a PhD. I’ve recently researched ‘education’ picking up an interest I’d initiated in my first degree and rekindled after deciding to sponsor Kaveri.
The open university showed interest in me doing a PhD with them. I wanted to look into how we could better prepare children for adulthood. Globally, I feel that our schools do a poor job.
That subject links with the ‘golden thread’ that’s found through all my careers, about enabling people to be active participants in the decisions which affect them.
But I stumbled.
The university decided I hadn’t got a masters. I have and it’s an MPhil. Which the UGC in its wisdom recently decided to ban Indian institutions from awarding . I got mine in the 90s after over three years of research. It’s a ‘stand alone’ that radically cuts across disciplines. They’re not even worried about the subject —- that’s Critical Management, which I thought, might be a problem.
I’ve been differently advised that the UGC decision is not backdated and doesn’t relate to international MPhil’s so mine should be accepted but try telling that to the university staff who don’t want to fall foul of the central instructions or diktats.
If you’re really bothered there’s more information here.
Footnote
As you can see, I keep bouncing off brick walls in trying to stay here.
I would have been eligible for residency but not after MAnjula died.
After twenty years of being on a business visa, policies change, and the turnover in the business is not high enough.
So what are my options?
Being a student (see above problems) plus getting the facts about courses is not straightforward.
Another option is volunteering my next idea was to do the education research and experimentation —without the PhD — but with no success so far. I’m too old .. we’re reorganising … our main trustee has died… or so they inform me … but I just want a way to carry on this useful work. Whatever. .
Buying a house, really?
Getting married again, that hurts.
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Maybe there’s a not-so-hidden-message here.
Maybe I’ve overstayed my welcome and should leave or my principles are getting in the way But that’s another story.