Remember the Alamo

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15:25 - Since my little sister Chelsea just graduated 7th grade, we decided to do many mini tours of Texas history sites. For non-Texan Focus Foxies, we study Texas History throughout 7th grade as a course. One of our stops included a tour of the Alamo. Who could forget the Alamo?  All that is left of the old fort is the fort chapel, which is the iconic shape you associate with the Alamo. Walking through this site, you feel pride and learn a little more about the causes that led up to the revolution. All I can say is I'm thankful to be a Texan!


Focus Foxies in attendance: Mama and Papa Fox, Chelsea, and Hannah

Oh the places I will go!

Stardate 64840.7 and 65842.8

20:10 -  Roughly a year ago, I graduated college. Ahead of the game with my masters, I still had many doubts. I had no job with very few prospects of getting one soon.  But I was happy, that couldn’t be taken away anytime soon. That was my day, and I was off to Great Places! I had brains in my head and feet in my shoes. I could steer myself wherever I chose.

I was all geared up to go, but I had to wait the summer out in Houston. Without a job, I started getting stir crazy. I wondered if I would ever get to live out my dreams. Interview after interview, I waited for an answer. Waiting for a fish to bite, waiting around for a Friday night, and waiting for another chance. I was just waiting.  Yet, somehow, I escaped the waiting place when I got a call from the USITC. They wanted me! I got the news when I was on top of Mount Washburn, and frankly the world.

With a job, I was ready for anything under the sky, but I had to move to a new city. An exciting city, it is. Only problem was too few friends. I had never moved to a new city before; I did not know what to expect. Heck, I hadn’t even paid bills before or opened a credit card. The main thing that scared me was having too few friends. Whether I liked it or not, alone will be something I was quite a lot. That was the beginning, and this now. I learned to be brave and remembered one important lesson from A&M: never act too cool for school. I put my best intentions out there. Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as me.

 Oh, the places I’d go! There was and is fun to be done! I fell into a great place with my job and life. I now plan parties, create a home out of a room, and have room to bloom. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done, but it is not impossible. I am not where I thought I would be, but I am traveling the path where I want to be now.

Nizam's

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23:03 - Shopping in India has another level of service. When you enter shops with proud owners, they sit you down serve you chai, and converse with you about their products and lives. After we went to a Kashmri rug and scarves shop and got our fill of chai.  We made our way to another amazing service that India offers: great food. We found Nizam's, which specializes in kabab rolls. We all ordered the double chicken double egg roll to satisfy our taste buds. We were not disappointed. These savory chicken and egg rolls with onions could calm the cravings of any appetite. Unanimously, we called it the best drunk food ever. The two condiments available to put on your spicy piece of heaven are the more spicy green sauce or the sweet and sour red sauce. I opted for the Christmas effect. A variety of people go to Nizam's, we met a Kashmiri doctor trying to work his way to the U.S. and an Aggie class of '07 who was eating her last meal in Delhi (and she remembered the list eater!). So all are welcome to their self-service scheme. Now the major focus of any one from the U.S. when eating Indian food is the stomach aftermath. None of us had issues, but it was touch and go on the way home. Although, I do blame that more on shoving eight people into a basic Toyota compact car.

The Curse of Nizamuddin Auliya

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20:00 - In the afternoon, we made our way to Tughlaqabad Fort which is a ruined fort in Delhi from the 14th century.  This amazing old fort dwarfs the Purana Qila.  When the fort was being built, the King forced everyone to work on the fort and cease work on a well. This order angered a local Sufi mystic, Nizamuddin Auliya, who cursed the fort.  Nizamuddin Auliya ensured that the fort would be short lived and would be overtaken by herdsmen.  When a few years and the untimely death of the King, the fort ceased to be in operation. Arriving at sundown, we ran around the complex, a bit stir crazy from the day's lectures. We climbed on the ruins and settled on a hill where we had a panoramic view of the whole fort. The whole view was breath-taking as we rested and listened to the call to prayer from a local mosque. Next to us was a herder without a few of his teeth. He was the local look-out for the donkey and cattle herders, a sort of traffic conductor.

Later, we joined the local cricket match. The teenagers let us play a few rounds. Yours truly, scored a few runs, but here playing with the local herders with a bull tied up on the side, the aftermath of Nizamuddin Auliya's curse didn't seem half bad. It was almost too peaceful to be true.

Informal, Inc.

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Traveling around the streets of Dehli, you will find small enterprises set-up on the sidewalks by locals. These entrepreneurs make their livings selling a variety of goods from hair-cuts to fake Kama Sutras.  Development specialists term this economic activity as the informal sector because this economic activity is not counted in the GDP and employment measures, but provide 'unofficial' income to the poor.  Unlike the black market, the informal sector activity would not be considered illegal in the United States or other developed countries, except for their lack of permit or meeting of safety standards.  While many lesser developed countries have a substantial informal sector presence, India's 'brand' of the informal sector tends to be more aggressive in their sales pitch and offer a more varied selection of goods.  Here, children come up to us after dinner hugging us and trying to use sympathy to peddle necklaces for the older boy standing a few feet away.  Each tourist location have men continuously hounding foreigners to buy their post-cards and flutes. For locals, small haircutting and shaving stations are set-up with chairs and mirrors or peanuts toasted on an open flame are scooped off the sidewalk and sold.

At the surface, the informal sector seems to be a completely beneficial way for the poor to fill a need within a market and earn an income.  However, this sector posses a few issues.  Why are these children out at all times of the day, talking to strangers and remaining unsupervised? How can these vendors be able to achieve sustainable growth for their business when they only have two hands to hold their inventory? Many of these entrepreneurs are marketed as nuisance or a government failure to provide decent jobs for its citizens, but in many cases, they represent an opportunity for the government or private enterprise to incorporate more of these low wage earners into the mainstream market. One way to achieve this goal includes developing a market place for these sellers.    These markets alleviate the coordination failure of small entrepreneurs of having goods from their villages and homes and not being able to sell them in a secure fashion.  Today, we went to a market that accomplished this; the Delli Haat market welcomes hundreds of rural and urban craftswomen and men to sell their goods directly to the buyers.  We saw a variety of goods being sold at this market from across all Indian states, which in turn, allowed us to see the greater diversity of goods that India can produce.  A draw back of these markets is that they do not solve the issue of the begging children or harassing men; these markets are simply too small to accommodate everyone.  Longer term solutions need to be implemented, such as day care programs and sufficient education, to handle to large scale effects of the informal sector in India.

This strong entrepreneurial spirit of getting out there and trying to make a living out of nothing can empower a nation as it has with the United States.  If the Indian government can harness and incorporate this spirit more into its economy, India can help further develop its crusade of a democratic path to development without leaving this informal sector behind.

Titan of Tourism

21:44 - Due to the previous day's catastrophe and frustration, I took control of organizing and communicating to the bus driver where we wanted to go. Focus Foxies, I was a pretty decent Titan of Tourism. So here are the highlights of the trip.

Pretty awesome day, if I do say so myself.

Hungover and Lost

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22:09 - What Happened on New Year's Eve in Delhi won't end up on the FFL, but I don't know if it will end up staying in Delhi. However, this story is about how we travelled on our own throughout Delhi. Our professor told us a few places to go. We started our journey hiring a SUV and driver from our hotel. We went to the Ghandi Smriti. We got to see where Gandhi Ji lived before he died. They kept his room and things the way there were when he passed on from this world. This Smirti was the first introduction (on this trip) to Gandhi Ji whose way of life and message changed many aspects on how we view the world.

After the Ghandi Smriti, we lost that peaceful feeling. Our guide did not understand where we wanted to go despite him indicating that he did. We ended up in Old Delhi in the North, instead of the New Delhi section in the South.  Old Delhi is home to more of the poorer and crowded population. Being from the U.S., it is harder to comprehend the aggressive, poor nature of this section. But our guide too us to the middle of this section and wanted to leave us with a rickshaw driver/ his friend. We were not having it. After a fair amount of unnecessary miscommunication and an enlarging headache, we headed back to New Delhi.

We finally arrived at Humayun's Tomb, which served as the inspiration for the Taj Mahal. A few of us broke free and ran around the tomb area. We spent a bunch of time at a smaller tomb because we had no idea where the big tomb was. We finally arrived at Humayun's (real) Tomb.  This tomb towers over the surrounding gardens. On New Years Day, this place was extremely crowded because everyone had the day off and nonforiegners had to pay only 10 rupees to get in. As the sun sent down, we walked into the second Moghul Emperor's tomb and listened to the call to prayer. Still recovering from our hang over, we soon figured out why  this great emperor stumbled to his death; the stairs at this monument and during his time were killer steep! Eventually, we left for our hotel and chowed down on dinner because we hadn't had food for eight hours.