This article is part of SPURS MAGAZINE, the 'zine with the upbeat and humorous slant. Check out our RECIPES for a start, then our article on shopping in LITTLE INDIA in Artesia CA. Oh, just read through our INDEX for a lighter day. Sandy Nathan, Spurs Magazine

LITTLE
INDIA


INDIAN TEMPLE AT SUNSET
Photo: Geri McCormick

November 27, 2006

Dear friends,

Happy holidays! My article on Little India has had a makeover for this festive season. It actually had more than that: Another article was substituted in its place and the original article destroyed as we spiffed up Spurs Magazine. Fortunately, I was able to restore this #1 on Yahoo gem. Look for more updating and changes in the new year. And my best wishes for peace and prosperity all year round.

I originally wrote this article shortly after the first time my daughter and I visited Little India. We've been back many times. Every time we went, I updated, deleted, and added to that first report, inserting the news from every visit in a different color type. After a while, the text was more than a little messy. I've streamlined the article, continuing the "first visit" concept-- because it was SO fun. I've incorporated the news from my most recent visit. Little India was bustling, growing-- and fun as always. Remember, if I mention a specific item, call to make sure they still have it before hitting the freeway. Little India is the exact opposite of The Mall-- items are one of a kind, with no duplication. If you see something you like, buy it-- it may be gone when you go back. Be aware that all the shops are closed on Mondays. Above all, have fun!

Sandy Nathan


CARVED FRAME FROM PRASIDDHI ARTS

One example of the many gorgeous items of home decor avaiable at Little India.

Something new: Many people are interested in Indian culture and want to visit Little India. This is great, especially if you live on the west coast. If you live in Kansas or Florida, accessing the wonderful stores there is hard (unless they have a web site-- and I have attempted to include those below). For the convenience of those who can't get to Little India in Artesia, I've included a link to

EXOTIC INDIA is a wonderful site with a huge variety of quality products. I've purchased from them and have been very satisfied. Please know that 100% of rebates I get from sales made through this site are donated to charity. If you'd like more information about the charity, please e-mail me. Sandy

 

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DIRECTORY: For your convenience, I've included the following directory to shops and philosophical/cultural topics mentioned in this article.


NATARAJ AGAINST A BACKGROUND OF CALIFORNIA OAKS
A perfect combination.

There are many reasons for moving to Southern California. Right up at the top of my list is Little India. What is Little India? It's the second largest ethnic Indian community in the United States, just behind New York City. Little India is located on Pioneer Boulevard in Artesia, roughly between 183rd St. and 187th St. In those four blocks, you have the feeling of being in India-- or as close as possible using a suburban strip mall as a base. My daughter, Lily, and I made a weekend foray to Pioneer Boulevard recently. I'd like to share our experience with you.

My love affair with India began 25 years ago when I began practicing a form of meditation from that country. India began working on my soul, body and stomach all at once. I meditated at an Ashram in Oakland, CA. In addition to Indian philosophy, they served Indian food. (My own Indian cooking efforts have been limited to chai, a spiced tea. Here's my Chai Recipe.) I discovered and was hooked by the sari shops on University Avenue in Berkeley. And then there's Indian philosophy, music, and culture. All intensely beautiful and powerful. I was in love with India long before Mira Nair's movie "Kama Sutra: A Tale of Love" came out. (This is a movie everyone should see. It is beautiful and beautifully produced. This is an erotic film-- be forewarned.) All of a sudden, after thousands of years of civilization, India and things Indian are hip and stylish!

This is very good for the merchants-- but it has some negative impacts.


THE LOTUS
The symbol of enlightenment.

The problem with becoming popular: I read a newspaper article by a teenager of Indian descent. She talked about walking through a mall in Southern California and seeing bindis (more about these later) sold on cards in shops, crowded together with junk jewelry and chain chokers. She talked about her feelings seeing American movie stars sporting delicate mehndi (henna painting) on their hands. And young women wearing sheer sari fabrics made into skimpy clothes under their grunge jeans. She recalled her mother's, aunts' and grandmother's colorful saris and their traditional ways. She said, "I got mad when I saw the pictures of celebrities using Indian traditions to be fashionable. ... They were robbing something valuable from my culture without understanding the meaning of such traditions. Saris, mehndi, and bindi have been a part of Indian women's lives for thousands of years..." ("From Saris to Mehndi, the Indo-Craze Catches On", Meera Rangachar, Los Angeles Times, 11/29/97.)

Yeah. This is a problem. Other cultures experience this as they are picked up by the mainstream-- our Native Americans, for instance. They become caricatures with the heart and soul cut out. What I'd like to attempt here is an article about Little India-- which I love-- and a bit of cultural exploration. Right away, we have a problem. I'm no expert on Indian culture. I doubt anyone is-- India is a huge place peopled by many, many distinct groups with many languages and dialects and several major religions. What is Indian culture? It's a composite. But I know a little bit. I'd like to insert what I know as we move through Little India. (Please, please: my readers from the Indian subcontinent-- If I'm wrong in anything I say below, correct me. I can change the text easily and would appreciate your input. You can e-mail me right here.)


GETTING TO LITTLE INDIA
You may feel like you got there like this.
Photo: Geri McCormick

Okay. Let's go to Little India. If you're planning a trip, the first thing you should do is call up your credit card company and have your credit limit extended. This trip will cost you. Little India is irresistible. It's also really hard to get to, at least from where I live. It's a three hour drive from the Santa Ynez Valley, all on the famous Southern California and LA freeways. An adventure, if you're a country girl. Little India's "host city", Artesia, is deep in LA County, close to Orange County. Its distance from my house is the only reason I've only been there-- what?-- many times. Otherwise, I'd be camped out most weekends. But-- getting there is not impossible! Yahoo! has a map service on the Internet that will draw a map from your house to Pioneer Boulevard, tell you which freeways to take and how long to stay on each-- and give you a list of shops to visit, too! I'll attempt to hook up this wonderful service right here: YAHOO MAPS! I used this service the first time I went to Little India and got great maps and directions. Checking it out just now, Yahoo claimed it never heard of Santa Ynez or Artesia-- after drawing street maps of both cities. Maybe it will work for you. Let's add a little variety: Here's a link to MapQuest and G-Maps. Those should get you there:

 

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LITTLE INDIA STREET SCENE

My daughter and I arrived on Pioneer Boulevard about 4:30 on a Friday afternoon. We learned what I already knew: If you're going anywhere on the LA freeways, be there by 3 or 3:30. The traffic was bad, but not as bad as I expected. Still, we needed sustenance. And chai. We went to a little restaurant I'd heard about-- AMBALA DHABA. It's a tiny little place tucked at the end of a strip of stores. It's a very nice place, but not fancy. They serve on Styrofoam dishes, for instance. We got there early enough so that the restaurant wasn't packed. I noticed a newspaper article up on the wall-- a good review by the LA Times. Also a plain white card with the letter "A" on it in the window. I had not seen this before: The County of LA Health Department inspects restaurants an rates them based on conformity to health standards. AMBALA DHABA got the highest rating, an A, which means a 90 to 100% compliance.

We didn't know what to order, so the proprietor suggested a number of things. I ended up ordering what the LA Times reviewer got-- a chicken dish. My daughter ordered a mahi-mahi dinner. Wow! Unbelievably good-- both dishes. And huge. My chicken was marinated in what seemed to be a yogurt sauce with spices (lots), then broiled or roasted, and served over sliced onions. Lily's mahi-mahi was similar. The dishes came with either naan-- a delicious and gigantic flat bread-- or rice with peas and spices. The food was wonderful. And the chai. If you do not love chai now, a few hours in Little India will convert you. At any rate, we had a lovely meal and I highly recommend AMBALA DHABA-- we eat there every visit to Little India and never have been disappointed.


AMBALA DHABA
A great place to eat. This is the great mural painted on the wall outside the restaurant.

Lily and I walked around Pioneer Blvd. after dinner. My daughter had concerns about visiting this Little India-- especially with me. She's seen me go into a shopping frenzy before. Lily ended up loving the place. She is an artist and could have spent many hours sketching here. (She has her own website, lilynathan.com.) Little India is a visual feast. The ethnic Indian character on Pioneer Blvd. is very strong: Women in saris and punjabis are the rule. Many men are turbaned. Signs are in Hindi (?) and English. The stores are uniformly ethnic. Store windows display brilliant colors, glittering jewels, interesting spices and other gear. It's a family orientated place: You'll see grandparents, parents and grandkids walking together. We felt absolutely safe and welcome wherever we went. Everyone was very warm and cordial, and answered our (dumb?) questions graciously.


SONA CHANDI
One of the colorful boutiques on Pioneer Boulevard

Our evening walk yielded what will be referred to below as the "Parable of the Shoes." We stopped in a number of stores. One of them had a large selection of traditional shoes for men an women. These look like harem shoes or horse's hooves if they haven't been trimmed in a year: They turn up at the toes. The shoes are highly decorated: embroidered, mirrored and so on. Lily really wanted a pair she found. We decided, "Let's look around some more. Tomorrow, we'll buy." Remember this.


ALWAYS STAY AT A NICE PLACE
The Taj Mahal is one of the most beautiful buildings in the world, commissioned by Shah-Jahan in memory
of his wife in the 1630's. It represents the flowering of the 330 year Mughal dynasty.
Photo: Geri McCormick

Plan enough time: My previous trips to Little India were marred by the fact that I was tightly scheduled and staying on the other side of town. This time, Lily and I were smart. We stayed overnight in nearby Cerritos. Many motels can be found in Artesia, but I found the Sheraton Cerritos Hotel at Towne Center on the Internet. It offered a great weekend deal for posh accommodations. The Hotel was wonderful. While cheaper places are available, you might as well stay here. You'll max out your credit card in Little India anyway. What's a few dollars more? You can reach the Cerritos Sheraton at (562) 809-1500. The address is 12725 Center Court Drive, Cerritos, CA 90703. The hotel offers lovely, quiet, large rooms, a pool, spa, and a gym. Everything you need after a day of shopping and eating at Little India. They're also right next to the Cerritos Center for the Performing Arts. Wynnona Judd was playing there the night we stayed. You might want to plan your Little India trip around what's playing at the Performing Arts Center.

We spent all day Saturday tramping Pioneer Boulevard. (Wear good walking shoes.) We hadn't planned on staying that long, but we got hooked. Sari stores! Oh, God! I love them! When I was a teenager, I made many of my own clothes. I have a deep and abiding love for handcrafts and textiles. The clothes in these stores! So beautiful! The workmanship, the ornamentation! The variety! You have to see them. The saris, punjabis and other traditional clothes are displayed in racks, as in our familiar Western stores. They can also be displayed hanging from the ceilings and high on the walls. Most stores are packed with goods. You walk into a brilliant rainbow of color and pattern coming from all sides: Rich fabrics. Glitter and gold. Beads. Sequins. Intoxicating!

Traditional Indian clothes could be worn many more places than they currently are. I wore a punjabi to a family party at Christmas. Punjabis consist of a below-the-knee tunic-- usually ornamented-- harem pants, and a scarf. They range from unbelievably fancy, embroidered, sequined, and beaded silk to everyday stonewashed denim and cotton. Punjabis are beautiful, and very practical. Also flattering to any figure. The word "Punjabi" was transformed into "pajamas" by the British. That's how they feel: Like pajamas. Relaxed. Comfortable. My mother was captivated by the punjabi I wore at Christmas. She wants one-- to wear to her country club parties.

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INDIAN TEMPLE
Photo: Geri McCormick

The brilliant variety went on, shop after shop after shop. I'm going to talk about some specific stores below. These are stores where we bought something-- they just pulled us in. Many other stores exist in Little India-- ours is by no means an exhaustive list. This place is a treasure trove. Every corner is worth exploring.

First on our shopping list was groceries. If you read the Recipe section on this website, you will note that I recommend visiting an Indian or Chinese store for chai spices. They have them in Little India! Indian grocery stores are another visual feast-- and a feast of smells! And sounds! Merchants play traditional and modern Indian music everywhere. And the shelves loaded with exotic stuff: Condiments! Vegetables! More types of lentils and beans than you've ever seen! Spices you've never heard of, but are worth buying just for the color! We loaded up on cinnamon, coconut, star anise (throw a few of these into my chai recipe), a packet of a brilliant saffron yellow powdered spice, golden raisins. Other things. Most of the groceries offer similar goods. PIONEER CASH & CARRY at 18601 Pioneer Blvd (phone 562-809-9433) is a favorite grocery of ours. They offer great spices and produce (and many other items) at very good prices. All the groceries offer slightly different things, you should visit them, too. You'll find many unusual items by poking around. Many grocery and variety stores offer very interesting stainless steel cookware and dishes. I didn't need any pots or pans, but I certainly would look carefully if I did.


HINDU DEVOTIONAL STATUES
Many stores offer magnificent Hindu devotional statues.
From left to right, these sculptures depict a Dancing Ganesh, Seated Ganesh, and Lord Krishna.

Some groceries and other stores offer Hindu devotional pictures. Others have rudrakshas. (I'll talk more about these later.)You will see Hindu devotional statues all over Little India. God appears in many forms in Hinduism-- some study is required to know the names of all the deities whose images are depicted. Two of the most famous are the Shiva Nataraj and Ganesh.

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THE NATARAJ
The Dancing Shiva in Shadow and Petals
Photo: Zoe Nathan

 


THE NATARAJ
Dancing Shiva is shown in many forms. Click on the photo to be transported to this lovely sculpture for sale on Exotic India.

What is the Nataraj? Who is Ganesh? The statues are artist's depictions of Hindu deities. The heart of Little India's Hindu identity. The Nataraj is one of the most famous religious images in the world: The dancing Shiva, representing the dance that is life. A dancing four-armed figure standing on one foot, encircled by a ring of flames. Ganesh, the son of Shiva, himself a God. Ganesh is the destroyer of obstacles and the deity to be worshipped when beginning any new task. A playful fellow who removes obstacles on the spiritual path, but also puts them in your way just for fun. Fully understanding these two would take a scholar or a saint a lifetime.


RECLINING GANESH
The Destroyer of Obstacles
Click on the photo to be transported to this lovely sculpture for sale on Exotic India.

A story on this website, "Bill Miller: The Halloween Edition.", Introduces you to Ganesh and the Nataraj. Bill Miller is Native American musician-- a very talented man who won 5 Native American Music Awards in 1999. "Bill Miller: The Halloween Edition" is a true story which illustrates how Ganesh works in his "playful" mode. It also discusses the Nataraj. I heard Bill Miller play live for the first time while I was taking a course at my Ashram in New York. One of the professors gave a very good description of the Nataraj which meshed into my experience of Bill's concert. I describe what the professor said in my article on Bill Miller. I think the article gets to the heart of the Nataraj as well as you can in a couple of paragraphs. You have to read into the article a bit to find this reference, but its a good story.

When you see Hindu statues and pictures in Little India, understand that they represent arguably the oldest religious system in the world.

The ancient quality of Indian culture is reflected in Little India's stores, especially the jewelry stores. The jewelry could have come from long lost palaces. From temples or tombs. Jewelry stores abound on Pioneer Blvd. They're almost as enticing as the sari stores-- and most sari stores offer jewelry, too.

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SHREEJI JEWELERS
Lily Nathan tries on some earrings while shop owner, Sudhir Mehta, watches.

After shopping all over, Lily and I ended up buying pure silver necklace and earring sets from SHREEJI JEWELERS, 18628 Pioneer Blvd. (562) 402-1016. These pure silver creations seemed very good buys, especially when compared to the costume jewelry sold elsewhere. This store has lovely, well-priced items, many with an antique quality. We couldn't resist. Proprietors Sudhir Mehta and his wife also carry a complete line of diamonds and pearls. Since that initial trip, I've purchased a gorgeous pair of pure silver earrings washed in 24 k gold and another necklace and earring set. My last trip I bought an incredible, ornate silver, Gothic style cross covered with blue stones-- perfect with a choker length chain. After many visits, we always come back to Shreeji Jeweler. The service is terrific: on one visit, one of daughters fell in love with a necklace, but didn't buy it. She continued to talk about it for months. As her graduation approached, I realized it was the perfect gift. I phoned Sudhir and asked him to send it to me. He correctly remembered and sent it! Thanks, Sudhir! (I was delighted to learn that our family and the Mehtas have the same meditation teacher.)

Jewelry alone is reason to make a trip to Little India. If I was shopping for a wedding ring or something extraordinary, this is the first place I'd head. Numerous stores offered 22 K and higher gold jewelry and every gem you can imagine. The workmanship was superb. So elegant! So ornate! And if you're looking to have your nose pierced, this is the place. Lord's Jewelry will do it for you.


LILY IN THE DOORWAY OF ONE OF THE MANY FINE JEWELRY STORES IN LITTLE INDIA

TO PIERCE OR NOT TO PIERCE? Our first, and maybe second through fifth, visits to Little India, my daughter thought about having her nose pierced. And thought again. On 11/29/00 she took the plunge, having her nose pierced at LORDS JEWELERS. (18608 Pioneer Blvd. (562) 809-9378) Lord's is a beautiful, posh jewelry store with an extremely friendly, competent staff. They use 24k piercing pins and do the piercing by hand. This allows the best placement and is more sanitary than using a gun. The customer selects a piercing pin and it is sterilized. Before piercing, the "piercee" holds a bag of ice and water to her nose for 15 minutes. The ice numbs the nose and apparently softens it as well. We were at the end of our allotted time at Little India and wanted to keep shopping, so Lily took the ice bag and walked around to a few other stores, icing her nose as she went. We returned to Lords when the 15 minutes was up.

The actual piercing took less than two minutes start to finish. Lily reports, "It didn't hurt AT ALL, but it did feel weird." Also: the man piercing her nose was very gentle. He obviously had done it before. The result? Lovely. And no problems. While we can't guarantee your experience would be so trouble free, I may get my nose pierced next trip. Maybe. And Lily's delighted. Her dad wasn't even mad. Oh, yes, it cost $40, including the 24k pin.

 


LILY FINDS HER BEDSPREAD AT THE FASHION GALLERIA
Store owner, Archna Puri, gives her a hand.

We originally came to Little Indian looking for things for the home, rather than clothes or jewelry. Lily was redoing her room and searched for the perfect bedspread. Her room has an elegant tone: A red Chinese rug, a brass bed, an antique Venetian glass chandelier. And her own rich paintings and drawings. Exotic stuff. Where to find a suitably lavish bedspread? In department stores and malls? Nope. We couldn't find a thing.

Lily found exactly what she wanted at Fashion Galleria, owned by Archna Puri, 18327 Pioneer Blvd. (562) 402-7525. The Fashion Galleria is primarily a very beautiful sari and clothing shop-- but Archna also has bedspreads, wall hangings and pillow covers which looked like they were made of antique punjabis. The highly ornamented-- sequined, beaded, embroidered, tasseled, metallic, you name it-- cuffs and neckpieces of punjabis were sewn together in incredible patterns. The finished pieces look like the art of Gustav Klimpt, who did the well-known painting, "The Kiss." They were opulent and perfect for Lily's room. Several visits later, everyone in our family has a bedspread from Fashion Galleria-- every type of patchwork and color, light and heavy weight. Drop dead gorgeous!

Fashion Galleria is another "must visit"--we stop by every time we go to Little India. The service is wonderful-- reminds me of shopping in San Francisco in the old days when the staff actually helped the customers. Alterations are available: I purchased a wonderful velvet dress, which they had altered and mailed to me. My "special fit needs"-- being every inch a grandmother-- were accommodated by the staff, who brought me the most comfortable Punjabi (tunic and pants outfit) I own on my last visit.

FASHION GALLERY has opened a new store for housewares and furniture. See AAKAR HANDICRAFTS & FURNISHINGS below...

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KRISHNA PLAYING HIS FLUTE

Click on the photo to be transported to this lovely statue, for sale at Prasiddhi

WHO IS LORD KRISHNA? I bought two beautiful paintings of Krishna from Fashion Galleria. Many of Little India's stores carry Hindu religious images. These look strange to outsiders, but they represent one of the oldest religions on earth. Pictures of Krishna abound-- usually he's a blue skinned man playing a flute, or an adorable bluish child. Most non-Indians only know about Krishna from the Hari Krishna folks at the airport, if they know him at all. Krishna was an historical personage, like Buddha, Mohammed or Jesus. Krishna lived about 5,000 years ago and has been adored by millions of people all over the world for thousands of years. Some of the greatest religious writing in history has been inspired by his life. Lord Krishna's story appears primarily in two texts: the Shrimad Bhagavata and the Mahabharata, both worth reading, but perhaps dauntingly long.

There's an easy way of reading about Krishna. The Play of God: Visions of the Life of Krishna might be described as an inspired "cheat sheet"-- like those books that summarize great books so you can take tests on them when you haven't done your homework. Play of God's author, Vanamali, pulled together the references on Krishna's life and presented them in a very readable form. (You can order any of these titles from Amazon.com by clicking on them. All Amazon rebates from this site are given to charity.) Play of God captures the feeling of the Mahabharata-- which is one of the great adventure stories of the ages. It also captures the devotion and love that Krishna inspires. Krishna's life story has everything: Violence, treachery, action, beautiful women, warriors, sex, intrigue. War. Supernatural events. Demons. The Mahabharata is a must read for every literate person.

The Bhagavad Gita lies embedded in the Mahabharata like the crest jewel in a crown. The Bhagavad Gita, which means "The Song of God", is one of the most exquisite and concise religious texts in existence. It's short: 18 brief chapters. I carry a pocket edition that's smaller than a deck of cards. (Pocket Bhagavad Gita) There it is: The heart of Hinduism, as spoken by Lord Krishna to his cousin, the great general Arjuna, on the eve of a decisive battle. The Gita is an astonishing text that one could devote a lifetime to studying.

Jnaneswar, a 13th century Maharathi saint, did spend a lifetime studying the Gita. . His Jnaneshwari-- comments on the Bhaghavad Gita- are brilliant illuminations that make the text understandable to all. Many versions of the Janeshwari exist. I would like to recommend Janeshwar's Gita: A Rendering of the Janeshwari, by Swami Kripananda, State University of New York Press. In addition to presenting the Gita and Janeshwari in their original language, this book pulls together the English translations so that they capture the aliveness of the originals and are understandable to modern readers. Reading a work such as this-- which is more beautiful than any piece of jewelry or tapestry I have described above-- is essential if you want to understand Indian culture.


AAKAR HANDICRAFTS & FURNISHINGS PROPRIETOR POINTS OUT DETAILS OF GANESH CARVING TO LILY
The photo gives the tiniest indication of the range of merchandise available a Aakar Handicrafts.

AAKAR HANDICRAFTS & FURNISHINGS, 18612-1/2 & 18618 Pioneer Blvd., (562) 809- 9093. This is the homeware shop opened by Archna Puri and her family. You read about her clothing store, Fashion Galleria above. AAKAR HANDICRAFTS is a dynamite store loaded with things for the home. Very hip, very stylish. So many things: Embroidered, sequined, quilted pillow covers and bedspreads. Furniture made in India and upholstered with embroidery and patchwork. All sorts of religious statues. Paintings. Embroidered hangings that would make great window valences. A fantastic silver candelabra about 3' high. A silver coffee service. Much more I can't remember. I bought a pure silver antique-look necklace that I cherish: I buy something there every time I go. This is one of the best places for Hindu religious statues and paintings in Little India.

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A BRONZE ELEPHANT FROM PRASIDDHI ARTS

Another must visit is Sari Kiketan, at 18423 Pioneer, in the same strip as Ambala Dhaba restaurant, which I talked about above.

Another wonderful feature of Little India is the multitude of sweet and chai shops. They're everywhere. One of the fine shops is Rasraj Sweets & Farsan. Owned by Senjal Patel, Rasraj Sweets & Farsan offers take out service via its Web site. They are located at 18511 S. Pioneer Blvd, Artesia, Ca 90701 Ph 562-809-3141 Fax: 562-809-8283.

We stopped at a couple of sweet shops between meals. I didn't know what most of the delicious looking sweets were-- so I was cautious in trying. The chai was good everywhere.


LILY CHATS WITH THE STAFF OF SARI KIKETAN
Note the rudrakshas on the counter.

Sari Kiketan has very nice saris and punjabis, as well as dancing bells, jewelry, henna for mehndi painting your hands and feet. Ready-made turbans! Traditional shoes! And some really neat, very ornamented table and altar cloths. At Sari Kiketan, I've bought clothes, some great earrings and Indian children's clothing: very nice for grandchildren. I've purchased several sets of rudraksha:. Sari Kiketan has the best prices I've ever seen on rudrakshas. (You can buy them at other places in town, as well as set in gold at the better jewelry stores.)We have also purchased lovely pendants with Hindu deities-- Durga and Hanuman. The store has very good service and a friendly staff, as well as good prices.

Do you know what rudrakshas are? They are the seeds of a plant which grows only in the Himalayas. Rudrakshas are known as the "Tears of Shiva". Yes, the very same Shiva shown in the Shiva Nataraj-- "the Dancing Shiva"-- that we talked about before. Shiva is known in the Hindu pantheon as "The God of Destruction." This is oversimplified. Shiva is the God of Destruction in the sense that, on the spiritual path, some things have to go before you can get other things. This destructive force is very powerful, and contains a massive creative component: Whenever something is destroyed, the vacuum left behind implies creation of something else.


SHIVA AND SHAKTI
This painting depicts Shiva and his wife, the goddess Shakti.

The legend of the rudrakshas is this: Lord Shiva looked down on the earth from his home on Mount Kailasa in the Tibetan Himalayas. Shiva was so distraught when he saw what we humans had done to his perfect creation that he cried. His tears fell to earth in the form of rudrakshas-- they are his gift to us, a blessing and a protection. Rudrakshas are said to take away the effects of your bad actions, in this or previous lives. People use strings of rudrakshas to count their prayers (mantra repetition) in a manner similar to a rosary. Many paintings and statures of Shiva show him draped with rudrakshas-- brownish, crinkled, round seeds anywhere from 3/4 inch to less than 1/8 inch in diameter. Rudrakshas are ceremonially presented to spiritual seekers when they join religious orders.

People wear rudrakshas the way Native Americans wear a medicine bag: As a protection and a remembrance of the divine. They work: I've worn rudrakshas for over 20 years and can testify that they have protected me. Not once have I been run over by a truck-- no physical trucks, anyway. A couple of emotional ones. Rudrakshas have a lovely, fine feeling when you hold them. I'd wear them just for that. With rudrakshas, smaller is better. Price varies inversely with size: The smaller the rudraksha, the more expensive. I got a very nice neck mala (108 beads plus the "guru bead") set in real silver at Sari Kiketan for $39. This is a deal. I've paid $150 for a set not much better. Unstrung rudrakshas-- strung on wire or heavy cord but not finished on gold or silver wire-- went from about $18 for 1/4 inch size to $24 for microscopic ones. You can string these yourself. My older daughter made herself a really pretty neck mala using some Sari Kiketan rudrakshas, tiny silver beads and a plastic covered wire.

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CUSTOMERS AND STAFF AT THE UDUPI PALACE
Note the Nataraj on the shelf.

After all that shopping, we were hungry again. Lily and I found ourselves in front of The Udupi Palace, a vegetarian restaurant. I noted it's "A" rating by the door. This was a great choice. The restaurant is fastidiously clean and elegant. It was packed when we arrived, but we quickly got a seat. Only to discover that we didn't know what anything on the menu was. All around us, people were being served delicious looking food. How did we order it? We had an experience typical of Little India. My daughter and I sat laughing at ourselves, feeling really stupid and wondering what to do. Four turbaned men sat at the table to my right. One noticed our discomfort and graciously offered to help us order. He was so nice about it.

Our waiter arrived at that moment and did the job, but the incident left a warm glow. We were soon eating our own delicious food-- soups, a dosa and lassis-- and chatting with the young couple on my left. Who had great looking meals. I would like to go back to this place and eat my way through the menu. A lassi, by the way, is a yogurt drink often made with pureed mango. Delicious. A dosa is a giant (18" or so), crisp crepe rolled around a filling, usually potato. It came with two spicy dipping sauces. This is almost too much to write about-- it was so good. The young woman next to me was drinking a pale pink drink she said was made of rose water. If it tasted the way it looked, it must have been ambrosial. We've gone back to the Udupi Palace several times-- still great.

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LILY AND COTTAGE ART OWNER, JYOTI NAGRANI

All that eating built up a powerful appetite for shopping. We moved on to Cottage Art, owned by the Nagrani family. 18619 S. Pioneer Blvd., (502) 924-6268. You can reach their web site by clicking on the name. Cottage Art used to be called "Sari Boutique" but changed its name when they added furniture, homeware, statues and many fascinating things for the home. This is a lovely, lovely place which features items from all over India. India is a huge place with may regional art specialties, many of which are represented here. Cottage Art sells beautiful pictures and statues of Krishna and Ganesh and other religious figures, wonderful saris and punjabis. And pillow covers, bedspreads. I found the most wonderful-- what to call it? Banner? A very ornate hanging that would go over a doorway. You can see a similar one above Jyoti's head in the photo above I bought it: it's wonderful in my house. Fabulous shawls. These ranged from embroidered Indian wool shawls, to block printed wool shawls, to Indian shawls with the pattern woven in, to the most wonderful Kashmiri paisley shawls. These latter were fine, soft wool, also with the pattern woven in. Lily bought one with a reversible pattern. Mine was heavier with the pattern on one side. I have seen these shawls in Santa Barbara and elsewhere for twice the money. Subsequent trips yield more treasures: a selection of Western clothing made in India. I bought a beautiful long silk dress sooo reasonably. She also had short velvet dresses, great shiny brocade jeans with embroidered fringes-- a whole rack of hip, cute things. For you decorators and seamstresses: Jyoti has many antique embroidered pieces that would make great valances over windows or trims on you name it. Lots of pillows, spreads. Home stuff. Exotic! Their customer service is among the best I've ever seen; they've accommodated me above and beyond anywhere.


LILY AND I IN THE COURTYARD BEHIND COTTAGE ARTS
They've had this wonderful mural painted and created a courtyard for social and business events. Lovely.

On our first visit to Cottage Art, Lily bought a metallic gold sari to use as a window treatment in her room. We'll swag it over the window to complete the opulent look. As a former interior designer, I can tell you that saris offer a host of possible uses beside their intended use as saris. You can cut them up and make them into Western style clothing. You can use them as window treatments. Or pillows. Bedcovers. Whatever you can think of. They're much cheaper than fabric by the yard, and offer so many color and pattern possibilities it boggles the mind.


HERE WE ARE WITH SOME OF THE WONDERFUL THINGS YOU CAN FIND AT COTTAGE ART

Jyoti had photos of a Beverly Hills wedding party all dressed from her shop. The bride and all her maids were dressed in traditional Indian outfits in every color of the rainbow. Beautiful! And the groom and his men wore Indian clothing. One fellow had the most novel approach to his baldness. This man had a shining pate-- completely painted with mehndi, the traditional henna designs usually worn on hands and feet. Isn't that better than hair transplants and all those drugs guys take now? Another great photo was of an African American actress decked out in white by the Sari Boutique. I don't remember her name, but she played the sister in Eve's Bayou and she looked wonderful in glistening Indian silks and beading. Great photos of Hollywood and celeb customers here.

Every visit produce new treasures: we loaded up on padded embroidered jackets for Christmas gifts. Bought several terrific batik wall hangings of Hindu deities, also for gifts. Jyoti had all the wonderful things described above plus more Western fashions made in India. Terrific skirts. The greatest little tops, from bustiers to halters to shells, in silks and embroidery. Fantastic pure silver antique jewelry. A new line of paisley shawls, pashmina. Plus her own sweet self and helpful staff.


PRASIDDHI--A beautiful new store in Little India.

Click on photo to go to prasiddhiarts.com

Every time we visit, new shops have opened. One of the most beautiful is Prasiddhi, which carries the highest quality art and home furnishings from India. Lily and I stopped by on our last visit and were blown away by the quality and variety of fine arts shown here. These are absolutely top qualitiy pieces, so many of them I won't attempt to list them. Beautiful art work in various woods and metals. Particular favorites of ours were "paintings" made of various types of wood. The wood grain was worked into the design so that it seemed brushed on––but it wasn't. They're located at 18709 South Pioneer Blvd. Hours are: Tues - Fri 12 Noon - 8:00 PM, Sat - Sun 11:00 AM - 8:30 PM Closed Monday, like the rest of Little India. Phone: 562-402-3222 Fax: 562.402.3404 email: info@prasiddhiarts.com


CARVED WOODEN STATUE OF JESUS

Beautiful Hindu and ethnic statues abound in Little India,
but you can also buy Christian statuary such as this gorgeous rendering of Jesus from Prasiddhi.


LILY WITH THE PROPRIETOR OF ONE OF THE NEW STORES IN LITTLE INDIA
Every time we go, several new stores have appeared. This was a lovely store. Sorry, we don't have the address and name.
Friends in Little India: if you know, could you drop me a line with the name and address? Thanks.
E-MAIL ME.

AND NOW WE COMPLETE THE SAGA OF THE SHOES: We couldn't find that shop where Lily saw the traditional shoes the night before. It completely vanished. "Do you think it was on this side of the street?" "Yes." "I think it was over there." "No, it wasn't. It was over here." We never got the shoes. Hence, the parable: If you see something you like at Little India, buy it. You may not be able to find that shop again. Or you may.

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LILY AND JAWAHAR SHAH AT INDIA SILK & FASHIONS

I saw a stonewashed cotton punjabi at India Silk and Fashions on Friday, and was able to find it again the next day. This punjabi was on the Sale-Sale rack, really marked down. I love it. It's tunic is a soft mauve cotton with pastel fabric animals-- elephants, dogs, birds-- hand sewn all over it. Incredible workmanship. It came with mauve pants and a huge shawl. It's something I can wear everywhere. $50 for all three pieces. Wow. India Silk also had a full range of other traditional fashions.


A PAINTED, CARVED WOODEN PANEL FROM PRASIDDHI ARTS

WHAT ABOUT BINDIS? Did we come away with the red dot between our eyes? Or paste-on jewels? No. Traditionally, the bindi was worn by married women. It was made of fine red powder called Kum Kum, which was rolled into a tiny ball with a bit of water and pressed on to make a perfect circle. In modern times, unmarried Hindu women and girls wear bindis, often of easily applied liquid Kum Kum or the fancy, painted and shaped stick-on type. Members of religious orders also wear traditional Kum Kum bindis. In Hinduism, the spot between and slightly above the eyes is associated with insight and intuition. The red dot is applied to honor this site. It may have other religious significance that I don't know about. Wearing a bindi is not about making a fashion statement. So we didn't buy even the fanciest stick-ons-- no matter how well they matched our outfits. How about mendhi? Didn't we get our hands and feet painted with henna designs in the traditional way? Didn't we have our eyebrows "threaded"-- unwanted hair removed by being pulled out with a thread? All over town, beauty shops would have gladly performed these services. Not this trip.

However, we made discrete inquiries as to where to get our noses pierced. (Lord's Jewelers) We would have done it, except that I don't think my husband could stand the shock of us returning with the Master Card bills and pierced noses. He'd probably lock us up. (But maybe next time...) 11/29/00 My daughter took the plunge. Read about it in LORDS JEWELERS above. Will I get my nose pierced? Time will tell...


NATARAJ
The Dancing Shiva. Click on the photo to be transported to this lovely sculpture, for sale on Exotic India

 

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INSPIRATION:
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THE VISION
Photo: Zoe Nathan

A while ago, I started writing an article on the state of ecstasy for Spurs Magazine. I planned on presenting examples of ecstatic poetry, art and music from many world traditions. I wanted to create something so powerful that readers will be thrown into bliss, catapulted past their normal neuroses into transcendent love, and inspired to be all they can be. I wanted to set the Net on fire. I wanted God to appear on the cyber page, nothing less.

I've always been an over achiever.

Do you write or sculpt or make music or do anything like that? I've been one sort of artist or another all my life, so I'm familiar with the steps of THE CREATIVE PROCESS! First: The Vision. Whammo! Whatever you want to create appears in your head like it's done, wrapped and delivered. You can see it in your mind's eye. Or hear it. Feel it. It's real. All you have to do is bring it across. It comes from the other side, obviously. Right over there in the land of inspiration. The home of ecstasy and love.

Step two: You start to work. You begin handling the ten thousand tiny details of pushing, shoving, coercing, and swearing at the goo of the real world so that it begins to look like your vision. All the while, The Vision is before you, tantalizing. Step three: Reality dawns. We live on a horse ranch. We have a large pile of horse related material which I will not name behind the barn. (Hint: it's green.) At this stage of the creative process, you realize that you have committed to climb that pile in bare feet and sculpt something out of it. You are about a third of the way up, still have to hit the peak, do your thing, and get back down. The Vision is still there, but it's taken on a greenish cast.

This is The Real Creative Process, people.


GETTING THE JOB DONE IS HARD SOMETIMES.

So. I was in my bare feet, with a partially completed article on ecstasy, a bunch of links to various books and CD's, lots of ideas. My inner voice said, "Remember your master's thesis in economics!" Ahh. Yes. Topped out at 250 excruciatingly boring pages. It was really good. As good as a study of the municipal cost of providing urban services to sprawling development could be. I learned one thing from this: Don't pick a big topic. Think small. Think manageable.

I'd done it again. I was in the pits, up to my knees in the green stuff, faltering. I wanted to deliver that article on ecstasy. I would deliver it. Maybe. From long experience, I knew this, too, is part of the creative process. You have to keep going when you want to quit. If you keep working, you will bring The Vision across just fine-- assuming a little inspiration and perhaps a divine intervention. You need faith, a strong stomach, and a good shovel.


SOMETIMES, THE JOB SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE.

Bill Miller's new inspirational CD, "Hear Our Prayer", arrived when I was most mired. Was this the shovel I needed? I love Bill's work. I write laudatory pieces about him all the time. Just put up Halloween II, about his appearance in Santa Barbara on Oct. 27th. Would "Hear Our Prayer" get me out of my doldrums?

 


BILL MILLER
If you are not familiar with his work, Bill Miller is a Native American musician of extraordinary emotional and spiritual impact. Click on his name to read more about him.

Hear Our Prayer did more than get me moving. It got me to write this article in one day. I knew I'd write something about the CD. I thought I would report, "I knew I'd like this CD before I heard it, the question was, how much?" Didn't work that way. I have never been able to write my mind's previously scripted response about Bill Miller. I found Hear Our Prayer highly inspirational. To inspire is defined: To fill with an animating or exalting influence. To arouse or generate feeling or thought. And: to guide or control through divine influence.

Inspire it did: Hear Our Prayer definitely filled me with animating influence. It aroused and generated enormous feeling and thought. And perhaps divine influence got in there, too.

I felt traumatized on first listen. I was very, very, very upset by the CD.

Why? Ah. Herein lies the inquiry. The philosophical inquiry.


WE ARE ALL PHILOSOPHERS
Art: Lily Nathan, charcoal on paper, barn wood and leather mountings
Photo: Zoe Nathan

We're all philosophers. Philosopher: from the Greek philosophos: Philos: loving + sophos: wisdom. A philosopher is one who loves wisdom. Who studies wisdom. One of the purposes of human existence is philosophical inquiry. Why am I here? What does this mean? I remember one of my professors at Santa Clara University teaching a survey of philosophy course long ago. (Dennehy was his name, I believe. Tough remembering: it's been almost 40 years). The professor said, "We're all philosophers. We learn what school of philosophy is ours as we live our lives. The problem is, by the time we get it figured out, we're 80 years old and it's too late." Perhaps, but we make necessary operating assumptions along the way.

My personal philosophical search was put in the fast lane in the middle of my first set of final exams back in 1964. My father was killed by a drunk driver. I feel the shock today, thirty years later. I couldn't understand it, and I couldn't understand all that came afterward. My father was a pillar of society, a man who'd risen from a penniless immigrant to the head of a huge corporation. A health nut, a body builder, someone who supported in a zillion charities, built churches. Was a war hero, a scholar, a role model.

Why did he die so stupidly?

A real existential question, a custom made Zen koan. (A koan is question unanswerable by the human mind used by Zen masters to speed their students' enlightenment.)

I got philosophical real fast when I was eighteen. Fortunately, I was in the perfect environment to do it: A Jesuit university. We'll get back to this.


ANDY ODDSTAD: MY FATHER
1918-1964

Why was Bill's inspirational album, which I expected to love, traumatic when I first heard it? I knew it was "inspirational" before I listened to it. I tend to hate what is called inspirational music. Most of it feels contrived and vapid to me: elevator music for the soul. I knew Bill's would be different. It was. Hear Our Prayer is highly impactful. And it's a Christian album. Why should that bother me? I love flat out shoutin' Gospel. I drive around with Aretha Franklin blasting Amazing Grace all the time. Mahalia Jackson is one of my favorites. I even love Billy Joe Shaver's Christian CD, Victory. (Billy Joe Shaver is a Texas cowboy. I hate Country Western music, but I love his Victory.) Why should Bill Miller's Christian declaration upset me?

I'll tell you right now.

By way of warning, this is a challenging piece. I hope it shakes your foundations. If you read it, please read the whole thing. Please be clear that I am expressing my thoughts and feelings in reaction to my first listening to Hear Our Prayer. I am saying nothing of Bill's artistry and integrity or those of the people at Integrity Records. Or their experience of Jesus Christ. I'm not even talking about Christians, except where it fits. This is about me and my feelings.


THE NATARAJ
The dance of the universe, of which we are all a part.

People are sometimes surprised to find that I'm a Christian. I'm heavily influenced by Eastern religions and write about them. I tend to have images like the one above on this web site. I don't talk about my Christianity much. I started out Scandinavian and Protestant the way Italians are Catholic. Except that my relationship with God was never something I inherited along with my eye color. My experience of Jesus Christ is neither superficial nor for public view. So I don't talk about it.

Plus, over the years, I've developed a few problems with Christianity and my fellow Christians.

For instance, my father had four sisters, The Aunties, as beloved and lovable a group of women as ever walked the earth. Two of my Aunties married Jewish men. So, I had two Jewish uncles. And four half-Jewish cousins, all of whom I love. Whether my family members practice Judaism or not is their business: They're Jewish enough for Hitler. My husband's family is of Jewish origin. They haven't practiced the religion for a couple of generations, but their friends and relatives do. My father-in-law is a man of utmost gentility, kindness, and intelligence: a poet and artist. My father-in-law has been denied housing and God knows what else because of our last name and his nose. My husband has never practiced Judaism, but has nevertheless experienced countless incidents of anti-Semitism. I have experienced anti-Semitism indirectly, from people who consider themselves peerless Christians. My two half-Jewish daughters don't practice Judaism, but are mindful and respectful of their heritage. Again, my husband, in-laws, daughters, cousins and uncles are plenty Jewish enough for Hitler. Adolph would gas them just fine.

Most of the good Christian world sat by and let Hitler butcher six million people who could have been my relatives.

This offends me.

Is anti-Semitism dead? Good heavens no. Neo Nazis swarm in Europe as I write. Go to Frankfurt. The United States has its own white supremacist mob out to save the world for white Christians. If any new Hitler got in power here, he'd butcher my husband and kids, and probably me as well.

This offends me.

 


TAOS PUEBLO SURVIVED
Civilizations have been destroyed-- or almost destroyed.

Photo: Zoe Nathan

Similarly, I have feelings about other uses of Jesus Christ by His alleged followers. For instance, the European settlers of almost anywhere justified overrunning and destroying native populations and cultures in the name of bringing Christ to the savages. Women have been subjugated in Jesus' name. People have been enslaved, killed, tortured, and raped by Christians in the name of God. Look at history. The Inquisition. The Protestant/Catholic wars. European Imperialism. Russia's Pogroms. The Holocaust. And what were the Crusades about? I've never figured them out. It hasn't stopped: Milosevich was deposed in Serbia recently. Do you know what the "ethnic cleansing" that Milosevich and his buddies had going was about? They were offing the "ethnic Serbs" -- the Muslims. The Christian majority was happily wiping out their Muslim minority in Europe just a few months ago. All these atrocities were perpetrated by individuals cleaning up the world for Christ.

This is an abomination.

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Want more? If you are a Christian, have you been discriminated against because you were the wrong kind of Christian? Have you had aspersions cast upon your character by people who didn't know you at all? Been treated as inferior because you worship differently or have a slightly different version of the Bible than theirs? Catholics aren't the only ones who do this, by the way. I've also gotten it from other Protestants: "You say you're saved, but are you saved the right way?" The questions are there, spoken or unspoken, in narrowed eyes and closed hearts, "If you're a Christian, why did you marry an agnostic from a Jewish background? Why do you go to a Hindu Ashram? Read the Baghavad Gita? Read the Gita and other nonchristian religious texts for themselves, not looking for their faults to make Christianity look better? If you're a Christian, why do you meditate? Aren't you afraid of what's out there? If you are a Christian, why you think people of other religions are your equal? As in really your equal? Like you don't need to convert them?" Astonishing arrogance and superiority. Always, the over riding question: "If you're a Christian, why don't you think/look/vote/act/fear/hate like me?"

Yeah. I have some problems with what Christians do in the name of Christ.


THE PLANET MARS
Named for the god of war.
I knew I'd use this photo some time.

Phew! Did Bill's new CD hit a hot spot. To inspire: to fill with an animating influence. To arouse or generate feeling or thought. And: to guide or control through divine influence. Inspiration doesn't have to be pretty. Doesn't have to feel good. It's the fruit that matters.

I don't usually talk about my Christianity, but I will now. Via a detour. Via a tale of two Jesuits. I love God. God puts us right where we need to be. One of the things that saved me after my dad was killed was the Jesuit community at Santa Clara University. I never thanked them properly: I thank you now, my professors and teachers back in the 60's. And in the 70's when I went back and got my MA at SCU. You don't know how inspiring you were. You don't know how your words were a balm and a flame to a tortured young woman's heart. Your words and your being-- who you were and are-- kept me going. Keep telling your truth, and demanding that your students find theirs.

I'd like to introduce you to two men who influenced me greatly when I was an undergraduate. Some of you may remember them: Fr. Austin Fagothey, and Fr. Timothy Fallon. I'm going to spend a few minutes telling you about them, because it's germane to my story. And because some of you may enjoy the reminiscence. These philosopher/priests had enormous impact. I'm in a reading group: 12 women who meet every month to discuss a book we select. Recently, we read a book about a moral issue. At our discussion, one of the women commented, "I was reading this book and could just feel Fr. Fagothey over my shoulder..." I woke up at the sound of his name, "You had Fr. Fagothey? You went to Santa Clara University? I had Fr. Fagothey, too!" "You had Fr. Fagothey? Oh, wow!" my friend exclaimed in wonder. One of those scenes transpired like in soap ads: the mother and child run toward each other across a field of flowers and embrace ecstatically. She had Fr. Fagothey in the 70's, I had him in the 60's. We're now friends for life.

Terrorized by the same small man.

Austin Fagothey, S.J. was a small, spare man, the Chairman of the Philosophy Department when I was at SCU. Fr. Fagothey was a living definition of an ascetic. Not a pound to spare, or a motion. He had an upright posture, which matched his thinking and his behavior. He was always impeccably groomed-- or as well groomed as a Jesuit can be. The proscribed garb isn't a fashion statement. His long black habit bore no wrinkles. No chalk dust, either. I think it was a law of the universe that chalk dust was not allowed to stick to Fr. Fagothey's clothes. He was very tough. Very clear. Absolutely logically consistent. His logic flowed through his life: Accept premise A, the rest followed inevitably. He was on edition 4 of his ethics text when I had him. How many more did he produce before he died? I'd like to know.

Fr. Fagothey taught with the Socratic method, as I recall. A dialogue. He was tough, but fair. Scary, really. I found him scary, but in a way that said, "Get your act together," not "You're bad." Fr. Fagothey wasn't arrogant or punitive. With all his sternness, he was approachable. I never took my problems to him, but I felt I could have if I'd needed to. A lovely man. I'm so glad I was able to study with him. He reflected on his life in class once-- he was getting older even in the 60's. I recall him saying something like, "My life would have been totally different if I weren't a priest. But I'm glad I made the choice I did. I have no regrets for the life I've chosen." He was content. I don't remember many of his words at this point, but I remember a light he possessed, a substance. An essence that I remember. The stamp of integrity. And a twinkle in his eye.

Timothy Fallon was as different in temperament from Fr. Fagothey as a man could be. A towering giant, Fallon swept into the classroom. His gray hair flew upward wildly, untamed by any notion of how a priest's hair should behave. While Fr. Fagothey's robes seemed to be made of "never wrinkle" cloth, Fallon's bore all the wrinkles in the universe. Also all the chalk dust-- including that which wouldn't cling to Fr. Fagothey. He had a "robust paunch" back in the '60's. When he'd swing around delivering a lecture, his habit would sometimes gape, revealing his undershirt. He never noticed. The man was a lion! Impassioned! When he gave a sermon at the Mission of a Sunday, people would walk around stunned on Monday. "I don't know what he was talking about, but I'd better do it!" He spoke of people's bellies: The bellies we spend our lives trying to fill. The belly for food, sex, money, things, more and more and more. He spoke of our bellies and lives spent in service to them, with God incidental if noticed at all. He said this to and of "good" people, "good" Ca