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In India, women are poorly represented in social life et ce, particulièrement dans les villages. Combien de fois nous sommes nous arrêtés soudainement pour constater que Julie était la seule femme sur la rue ... et blanche par-dessus le marché. Rien pour passer inaperçue! Mais alors, où sont les femmes?

On nous dit qu'elles sont cachées derrière leurs fourneaux. Disons que c'est aussi parce qu'elles ne sont toujours pas les bienvenues dans certains milieux de travail comme dans les commerces au détail, par exemple. Dans les grandes villes, la situation des femmes est évidemment meilleure.

Lors de notre passage à Bodhgaya, haut lieu du bouddhiste, nous avons fait la connaissance d'un jeune Indien qui a mis sur pied un organisme specially dedicated to women in rural India. The Academy of Root Development allows women to organize themselves living in their village, to report back to the house through the manufacture of crafts and even becoming head of the family budget.

The youth in question invited us to visit some of these villages. Here are some pictures of those women who wish to contribute to the functioning of their society. Point out their jewelry, attention to detail and beauty of the fabrics that surround them ... and tell you that these women are part of the lowermost caste of Indian society. We had you ever told how the Indian woman is the most flirtatious of the world regardless of social level?








And speaking of women ....

Perhaps you've heard about the scandal of Richard Gere in Mumbai in April? He said that frequently visit India embraced the face of the Indian actress Shilpa Shetty at the flash of cameras. He then returned under arrest (Do not worry fans of Richard, he was quickly released ...). Here, contact between men and women are virtually nonexistent in public. Sometimes, in the cities, young couples s'effleurent hand, but often these displays of affection are held hidden behind a tree at the bottom of a park.

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Article published in the weekly independent Accès Laurentides

Bip. Bip. Bip.

Damn alarm clock. Determined to capture the raw excitement of Kolkata (Calcutta) with our trusty video camera, we leave our hotel at dawn with eyes full of sleep. A city in turmoil awaits us. I support

RECORD.

Most of the action focuses on the city sidewalks. It works, you press it, there pray, eat, there is his natural wants, in short, they live there! In this morning like the others, some are busy setting up their booths, while others, freshly arrived from the countryside, are preparing to leave their urban camping in search of work in this jungle already saturated labor . THE PARALLEL

to human misery, a crowd of wealthy businessmen headed to their air conditioned offices. Park on street chic, beautiful but faded buildings remind us, through their architecture, Brittan in the passage of this ancient capital of their colony. Women decorated gold rush to the shops of luxury fabrics to be cut a sari for the wedding of a distant cousin. Kolkata is the city of fashion in the country.

Here conjugent extremes. Nowhere else in the world, differences in wealth are also evident.

" Rick-shaw, Sir!" A man hitched to a cart like a horse to us. He strikes a bell on the seat of his car to summon us to be seated. Kolkata is the last place on earth where the work of rickshaw human remains. The human rights organizations Moreover shiver at the thought that thousands of Indians still practice. Yet, the day the trade will be completely abolished, countless families will lose their only source of income. Moral dilemma.

Dazed by urban wildlife, we set our camera for a moment. We buy good vanilla ice cream in one of those small street stalls. Immediately, some children form a circle around us. " Ice cream, please!" After two months in India, the sad truth is that we built a wall so as not to crack poverty. But today, as we base our cream icy stares at these and decide to share the pleasure of our gluttony. Delicious iced for everyone is our tour! Their eyes full of happiness worth the few rupees we have to spend.

We leave them in a hubbub of " thank you" felt good, then go into an internet cafe, just to reconnect with what is happening in Quebec. Some new emails, one of which is a subject of "Exchange Gifts": Hi everybody, like every year we exchange Christmas gifts. We thought that this year, everyone could make a list of suggestions not to end up with a gift he does not ... Budget: $ 30

I reread the last sentence in disbelief: (...) to avoid ending up with a gift he does not want to! The concept seems incongruous. A gift is a gift! I suddenly wanted to meet my friends they play the spoiled children that gifts that do not command, that if they saw the young who are dying in the streets here they would accept the first present with the utmost gratitude ... But I stop. My friends are in Quebec. I am in India.
I know that on my return, I will be faced with the upheaval values that is the basis of this wonderful journey. Do not despise the other. Share my learning. Phew! Our expected return for Christmas may be our biggest shock of India ...

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Calcutta India lively!

From Nepal, we send a special hello to all the Grade 5 class school Arc-en-ciel de St Remi Armerst making an animation on the theme of India.

They will receive this Friday a television team from the Lower Laurentians filming their work!

Thanks for your interest in this fascinating country with us!

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After Having visited the Taj Mahal, participated in a Hindu festival in Orsha, admired the statues of Khajuraho Kamasutra, meditated on the banks of the Ganges in Varanasi, visited the largest city in the Buddhist world Bodghaya and strolled the busy streets of Calcutta ( Kolkatta), we decided to give us a break from India and took the road to Nepal for a few days ... Today we begin a trek lasting one week from the charming but oh tourist town of Pokhara.

In return, pictures of our escapades Indian and Nepalese our latest madness!

you soon!

Your two adventurers!

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Just steps from the death We play real

Article published on November 2 in the weekly independent Accès Laurentides



The sun fades into the water of the Ganges in Varanasi while the full moon on the faded blue sky guide our steps. By chance, we meet a couple of Quebecers. Like us, they are thrown headlong into the madness of India. Soon, stories jostle. Our experiments seem to merge separate though and it makes us laugh. Our voices ferocity: "Crazy India!"

Oops.

Our laughter is suddenly faced with the silence of death that floods the scene. A grayish smoke takes us by the throat. All around us, a fire. All around us, a body that burns. That of a young woman.



Both cited the life and death, Varanasi is the mecca of the Hindu religion. 60,000 pilgrims arrive every day to take part in a ceremony, usually that of the cremation of a family member at sunrise or sunset. According to Hindu belief, those who are cremated on the banks of the Ganges in the holy city enjoy a privilege: to go to heaven and end the cycle of reincarnation.

We had heard of. But the live show is something else. Around what amounts to simply a campfire to keep the male members of the family. Women can not attend the ceremony for two reasons: they were crying too much and sometimes they outright immolation during the cremation of her husband to comply with the belief that they are nothing without their spouse. Now, a law forbids this type of suicide.

While other tourists attending the event, I can not help voyeur feel. I feel like stealing someone's soul on his last journey. Worse, my eyes can detach from the leg stiff that emerges from the flames. Aaargh ...



A man armed with two long sticks replace the said leg in a fire. Each to his own, but his is very specific: it must ensure that burn the bodies are brought here. He does not pleasure, but rather because it is his karma. It is part of the lowermost caste among the Hindus, the untouchable. 15 years ago, these people were not allowed to attend public places with the rest of the population, not even the grace to enter a temple. Today they have all these benefits, but it still poses a look at them in disgust.

A little later, we begin to "prep" a new body. Soon, the beach will fill these crematorium and bless their families from the deceased. Suddenly, what seemed barbaric and absurd, seems like a magical rite in which the culmination of a life takes its full meaning on the banks of the sacred river. All smiles, I turn to my new friends in Quebec: "The night is young. We should go enjoy it! "It should certainly not Varanasi is also forgotten that the city life ...