Being in India is like being inside a kaleidoscope.

There are colors and shapes and weirdness, and more colors and some light.

This city is continually challenging me to stretch my views on faith, humanity and the intermingling of culture and belief.

In a couple of weeks Calcuttans will be in the epicenter of a religious festivity called ‘Durga Puja’ and so will we–ayayyay chiquita!

Durga has 10 arms.

She also looks like… you are imagining her right now.

Durga is a big deal here. She is mother (Very Important Word in India)and the ultimate warrior. She is hard core, guys.

For this festivity Calcutta is like being in Disney world, but in every other street(I will make a another post so you can visualize what I mean by this).

I could write so much about Indian deities and so forth but it would take so very long and you would all end up incredibly distressed yet probably like me, in awe of peoples ability to carve those intricate passages toward god(s)and belief.

Most of you know I am not a hindu but one thing I take away from hindus, their incredible dedication.

The process of putting together ‘Durga Puja’ is the farthest thing from Hobby Lobby. The image of Durga itself is created in a place called Kurmartuli (photos bellow)or claygods land as I like to call it. The mud that is used to make these images comes directly from the banks of the Hooghly river (a branch of the Ganga as Hindus believe this to be holy); there, mud mixed with hay, straw, cloth and jute takes a life of its own as artisans mold, press, stretch and carve these organic materials into revered deities.

So faith.

To me would faith would be dwarfed or choked if I were to put it into an image–I am clearly a minority around here–however, if I can see culture as pieces of color paper and my faith as light, I think sometimes I see God.
After all, we are all so beautifully different it would be a shame to adamantly turn our backs to what we don’t understand.