Tuesday 25 June 2013

Frozen Yoga

June 24th-25th

Sorry about the lack of pictures/videos in the last post. I’ll will try my best to add more visual content in this post.

But first, I must tell you all of a recent death at the seminary. This member was the seminary’s most recent member, joining only a few hours after I came. Everyone loved this new member, spending countless hours together with the seminarians on the basketball court.

But one fine rainy day, one of the seminarians comes up to me and tells me that this member has just fallen onto a really sharp bed of rocks and that the chances of survival are slim to none.


R.I.P. Chicago Ball

The seminarians felt bad that they broke the new “Chicago ball”.  I felt embarrassed that the brand new –American –basketball broke within a week of using it.

Probably should have gotten them a “Chicago hockey puck” instead; it might have lasted longer.

I’ve realized that I never wrote about the beautiful time table here at the seminary.
5:15am- Wake Up
5:45am – Meditation and Sapra, Liturgy of the Hours of the SyroMalabar Church
6:30am-SyroMalabar Holy Qurbana


7:30am- Breakfast
8:20am- Bible Reading
8:40am- Classes
12:55pm – Examination of Conscience
1:00pm – Lunch
2:25pm - Class
4:00pm – Tiffin (tea and snacks)
4:15pm – Play time

Play time at the seminary is intense. They have a whole variety of sports like basketball, volleyball, badminton, and football (soccer). What’s great about play time is that every person in seminary must be participating in some type of sport, even the priests! But don’t let their piety and godliness on the altar fool you; some of these priests get REALLY INTENSE on the court, some even play dirty…

Every few weeks, the different classes go against each other in different sports. Here’s a video of the first-year theology students playing the third-year theology students in a volleyball game.


The first-year seminarians all have to take one full month of yoga. A few of the older seminarians were well educated in yoga before joining the seminary, so they lead the yoga sessions for the younger seminarians. I was privileged to be able to participate in yoga for the first time! It’s a very relaxing and soothing activity, until you begin doing the crazy postures that require the flexibility of an Olympic gymnast.


They begin and end each yoga class with a set of chants that sound very similar to the Hindu style of chanting, but what they chant has a Christian meaning. I’m not exactly sure what the words mean in the first and second song, but the third song commemorates the Holy Trinity –Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. (watch the entire video!)


5:45pm – Rosary, Study time

7:45pm – Ramsa (SyroMalabar Evening Prayer)
8:15pm – Supper
9:00pm – Lelya (SyroMalabar Night Prayer)
10:30pm – Lights off, sleep

Their schedule is pretty packed. Time-management is a must and I don’t think anyone would be able to survive here without it.

The weekends are kind of different though. During the week, it may seem like they’re “locked up” in the seminary, but on Saturdays, there are three hours in the afternoon where the seminarians can leave the seminary campus and go out into the town, hang out with each other, or go see a movie (only one movie allowed per month though).

With these three hours out of the week allotted for leaving the seminary campus, you’d imagine that the seminarians to take advantage of this freedom and “have fun”. But I was surprised to see a number of seminarians who use these three hours out of the week to visit people in jail, AIDS patients at a local hospital, and the Missionaries of Charity house in Kottayam.

Brother Jigin, a seminarian for the Kottayam (Knanaya) Archdiocese visits the nearby slums on Saturdays whenever he gets the chance. I was so moved by his love and concern for these people. He’s not required by the seminary to make a certain number of visits to the slums; he does it out of genuine love for his neighbor.

The conditions of the slums were awful. There are about four to five people jam packed in a small shed-like house that’s about the size of my room at the seminary. I have no idea how they all manage to live in that tiny area, but what makes the area unbearable is that there is a garbage dump that is right in the center of the “slum colony” and the local government hasn't done anything to remove this giant pile of garbage that’s been rotting in the same location for decades. I could barely breathe while I was there, I can’t imagine having to live next to all that garbage, having to smell that terrible odor for your entire life.

But when the people living in the slums saw me and Br. Jigin, their faces immediately lit up with a smile and they called all the neighbors living in the colony to come and see the “achans” (literally means father; title given to priests).

Though we aren't priests yet (God-willing), they see us as priests and feel so happy that we came to visit them. They brought us inside their small homes and offered to us whatever food items and drinks they had around the house.

It was a really beautiful experience. We visited three families that day and they were all from three different religious backgrounds –Catholic, Pentecostal, and Hindu. We didn't have any money to offer them, no clothes, no toys for the kids; just a simple visit to spend time with them and see how each member in the family is doing.

But simply visiting the families of the slums isn't all the seminarians do. They take it a step further and get involved in helping these families overcome the injustice they face. When the seminarians get a chance and with the permission of the rector, they partake in peaceful strikes and make their presence known to the members of the government that they stand in solidarity with the people of the slums.  

It’s nice to know that these seminarians don’t simply live in seminaries separated from the world, but that they respond to the Church’s call to participate in the social affairs of society. The Catechism of the Catholic Church states that, “‘Participation’ is the voluntary and generous engagement of a person in social interchange, It is necessary that all participate, each according to his position and role, in promoting the common good. This obligation is inherent in the dignity of the human person” (CCC 1913)

After reflecting on this experience afterwards, I realized that what we were doing –visiting families on the margins of society –was not something new to Kerala. In fact, Fr. Augustine Thevarparampil, also known as Blessed Kunjachan, was visiting members of the Dalit community almost ninety years ago; a time when to think of a priest who not only visited, but also ate with the untouchables, was something unheard of.

But unlike the people of the slums in Kottayam who know that they are being mistreated, the untouchables did not think there was any wrong being done against them whatsoever because it was instilled into their minds that they were born into this type of life, that their lives are to be lived without receiving any education whatsoever, and that their lives are to be lived for as slaves for the upper class. They believed this was their fate and the possibility of that changing was inconceivable. So when Kunjachan initially came to their homes to tell them that they were experiencing injustice and that their dignity as a human person was not being upheld, the members of the Dalit community just pushed him away, saying that he was crazy for trying to get them educated, getting them up the social ladder, and telling them that they have a special "human dignity” that he speaks about. It took much time, and the process was difficult, but Blessed Kunjachan eventually helped the untouchables receive the equality in society that they deserved and they in turn gave him a special title --"achan (father)".

But how did Blessed Kunjachan tell the untouchables that they have an inherent human dignity that puts them on equal footing with all members of society, and therefore, deserve just as much care, respect, and educational opportunities as any other person, regardless of social class?

And how do we in the twenty-first century tell a man thinking about suicide that his life is worth living? How do we tell a woman victimized by rape that her body is pure and holy, and not “forever filthy”? How do we tell a couple who deeply regrets their abortion that they are still loved by God?

Simple.


Love them as Christ loved.


Simple...but not easy.

“Lord our God, console the afflicted, heal the sick and protect the poor. Grant repentance to the sinners, eternal happiness to the faithful departed, and happiness to the righteous. Bless us as we are privledged to see dawn of another day, now, always and forever. Amen”
-Final Prayer, Sapra, SyroMalabar Liturgy of the Hours


Sunday 23 June 2013

We No Speak Ameyrikyano

June 20th-23rd 2013

My days spent at St. Thomas Apostolic Seminary have been wonderful. I’ve been able to meet so many great priests and seminarians who have shown me nothing but love.

When I would speak with a seminarian for the first time, our initial conversation would consist of topics such as:
                -Who are all in your family (how many siblings?)
                -What do your parents do?
                -Do you enjoy the weather here?

I’ve probably had this conversation with almost every brother I’ve met, but I could tell that they had so many more questions to ask me. I knew there was such much they wanted to know about my life, the American culture, and my own vocation, but there was something stopping them from asking me. 

So I decided to have a Q&A session with the third-year philosophy students (about 40 seminarians). I knew they would probably feel embarrassed asking certain questions, so I let them write questions anonymously on a sheet of paper and submit them to me.

Here are the questions I received, though I did not have time to answer all of them:

-Which are all the factors that led you to join seminary?
-What is the common concept of priesthood in America?
-Are you happy that you belong to the SyroMalabar Catholic Church?
-What is the relevance of the SyroMalabar Diocese in America?
-How is the SyroMalabar Liturgy practiced in America?
-What is the present political and social situation in America?
-What do you think about the family systems in America and in India? Which one is better?
-Is there any issue between black and white people
-Do you find any difference between the mindset of Indians and Americans (talkative, openness, etc.)
-I believe that American people are more adventurous. What do you think?
-Are there any problems associated with sanitation in America?
-How is the spiritual life of an American?
-Can you sing us an American song? (and yes, I did sing for them)

The Q&A session went well. Though the seminarians have been studying English since elementary school and taking classes at the seminary in English, I was asked to speak very slowly because the seminarians cannot understand my American accent so well.

Speaking of American accents, one of the classes I attended a few days back was English Phonetics. After my Malayalam class fiasco last week, I felt a bit more confident walking into this class since, well, I’ve been only speaking English my entire life. How hard would it be to pronounce words in my first language?

Ha. Ha. Ha.

This was probably worse than Malayalam class. So supposedly there is a whole separate set of letters and characters devoted to English pronunciation? This was the first time I encountered such letters before. 


 If you haven’t seen these letters before, don't walk into an English phonetics class thinking you've mastered the English language. I've paid the price for you already.

The professor was going over how to pronounce certain words by using these set of characters. One of the topics of the class that day was actually British vs. American pronunciation. How perfect, an American in the class! What are the chances? God, You've got a great sense of humor!

After the professor wrote some words on the board, he asked me to stand up and pronounce to the word “car”.

So in the most normal and clear way, I said

“car”

Then the professor looks at the class and says, “Students, did eweryone here that? Ameyrikyans say caRR. Ve are learning Brritish English, the prroper pprronunciation, not Ameyrikyan English. Eweryone say caaah. Don’t include the “R” like the Ameryrikyans do!”

ouch. 

First Malayalam, and now English. What language do I have left remaining? Perhaps this video will give you some clarity on the distinction between British and Ameyrikyan English.


There’s a real heavy emphasis on English in the seminary here, like A LOT. They have SyroMalabar Qurbana in English twice a week here and most of the classes are in English. I was hoping to pick up some more Malayalam by being around the brothers, which I am, but the professors are encouraging me to speak as much English as I can with the seminarians because they claim that within a few generations, Malayalam will become secondary to English within Kerala.

wow.


They say that with globalization, primacy of education given to English-medium schools, and English being the language of the internet, there is a greater push to speak English among Malayalis, and so unfortunately, Malayalam is slowly being given less importance. This isn’t just happening in Kerala, but in other countries as well. The professors (who are mostly priests) tell the seminarians that there are a growing number of SyroMalabar children in Kerala who are more comfortable saying their confessions in English rather than Malayalam (though, I'm not completely sure if that's because they know English better than Malayalam. They might just be doing that so the priests won't be able to understand what they're saying. Sneaky children).

Pretty crazy. Will Malayalam “disappear”?  Will it die out? Will Malayalis in the diaspora play a significant role in preserving the Malayalam language? We will see.

The seminary here offers a wide variety of classes. So far I’ve been able to attend: metaphysics, elementary Latin, Malayalam, English Phonetics, Indian philosophy, Hinduism, Philosophy of Jesus Christ, Eco-Philosophy, Bio-Ethics, Gospel of St. John, and Sacrament of Reconciliation.

The seminary also offers smaller courses that students must take in order to “level up” within the seminary. One of those classes is typewriting.



In order for the seminarians to use the computers in the library, they must first learn how to master the traditional typewriter. Not only do they have to learn how to type, but they also have to learn all the technical details about the different parts of the typewriter. Their final exam is to look at a given text and write out the entire passage. Talk about rite of passage.

The seminarians here are really willing to help out each other, whether it be in in the classroom or on the basketball court. Br. Thayyil sits down with a couple students a few days out of the week to teach them Syriac.




Syriac is the liturgical language of the SyroMalabar Church. It looks similar to Arabic because both Arabic and Syriac are Semitic languages, along with Hebrew. Jesus spoke Aramaic and Syriac is an offshoot of Aramaic. This is what the SyroMalabar Qurbana sounded like for centuries. Only in 1962 was the Qurbana translated into Malayalam and then into other languages after that.

If you have a relative that grew up in Kerala before the 1960s, ask him or her if they remember hearing the Qurbana in Syriac.

And while you’re at it, ask your relative if they remember the last major remnants of the caste system among Christians in Kerala.

In some churches, there was a special section designated for the Dalit (untouchables) people, that is, if they were lucky enough to attend Qurbana during the same time as the "regular" Christians. Those churches that welcomed the Dalit Christians but did not encourage a mixed caste Qurbana, offered a separate Qurbana for the Dalit Christians.

Members of the Dalit community were not so easily welcomed among the Christians because of the caste system. As mentioned in the previous post, the caste system was a product of Hinduism which spread itself over the Indian culture and is one-hundred percent incompatible with the teachings of Jesus Christ. The mentality of viewing other members of society through the caste system was an inevitable part of the culture at the time, and so this mentality of different members of society having different level in society spread it into the Indian churches as well. 

The equality that the Dalit Christians started experiencing in the 1960s and 70s can be attributed to one priest named Fr. Augustine Thevarparampil who, decades earlier, broke the social norms of a priest and worked among the Dalit community, dedicating his entire priesthood towards liberating the oppressed Dalit people and treating them with the dignity the deserved. Because of his efforts, the social mindset of the members of these churches has slowly changed to see the inherent human dignity in all people, regardless of caste, but the process was far from easy.

On that note, enjoy watching the first-year philosophy seminarians making chapatti!



"For all those who suffer and are in distress, the poor and the oppressed, the sick and the afflicted . . . Lord, graciously receive this Qurbana"
-SyroMalabar Holy Qurbana



(Inspiration behind this post's title)


Wednesday 19 June 2013

New Kid in School

June 16-19, 2013

I couldn't wait until a week from my last post, so please forgive me for writing a bit earlier than expected.

I’ve been here at St. Thomas Apostolic Seminary in Kottayam and I absolutely love it.

While packing my suitcase before leaving America, I thought it would be nice to get the seminarians a gift. I wanted to give them a gift that would help them greatly on their path to priesthood; a gift that would elevate their souls higher than ever before; a gift that was 100% purely America.

I tried thinking of different potential gifts.
A picture of St. Patrick’s Cathedral in New York City?
A picture of the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception in D.C.?
I NY shirts for everybody?

Nope. I thought of something better.



This is Bro. Sibin holding the seminary's newest gift from America –a 100% American NBA official Spalding basketball (though probably made in China). They actually nicknamed this ball the “Chicago ball”, not because of Chicago Bulls (if they did I’d correct them with a better NBA team like the Knicks), but because of the St. Thomas Syro-Malabar Diocese of Chicago.

Bro. Sibin is actually the only Syro-Malankara seminarian out of the 250+ seminarians here. I told him that his Malankara brothers and sisters in the US have an annual basketball tournament called “Malankara Maddness”. I also told him that SyroMalabar churches usually win it every year . . .

The seminarians here are really awesome; nothing but nice things to say about them. When I first got here, all of them, one by one, would come up to me and welcome me to the seminary saying, “Hearty welcome brother”. They continuously ask me if I need anything and in what ways they can help me out. During meals, it’s almost as if they fight over who gets to serve me and fill my glass with water. They’re all so joyful and smile whenever I pass by. One seminarian even offered to wash my clothes for me…by hand. They really exemplify what authentic Malayali hospitality is all about.

A few days back, I made the mistake of asking one of the seminarians what the weather would be tomorrow. He gave me a confused look because I guess “checking the weather” isn’t a common practice here . . .



. . . especially during monsoon season. Fail.

My first exposure of attending one of their classes what quite the experience. I wasn’t exactly sure which room I was walking into, but when the second year philosophy students saw me walk into their class, they immediately stood up and made room for me so I could sit down…in the front row.

I wasn’t exactly sure what they were up to, but I just complied with whatever they had me do. There were five minutes until class started so all of them circled around me and started asking me if I knew how to speak in Malayalam. I started saying small phrases like “Suhkam anno? (are you well?)” and “Ente peru Kevin (my name is Kevin)” and they all suddenly burst out into applause as if I had just rode a unicycle across a tightrope. They asked me to keep speaking, but just before I was going to say another small phrase, the professor walks in and everyone sits down immediately while the whole class is trying to control their laughter. I wasn’t quite sure what was so funny, but just as the professor walked in, he looks me straight in the eyes. . . (kind of like this . . .)



(ok..I’m exaggerating), but then he said something funny in Malayalam, which resulted in the entire class breaking out in laughter. Those sneaky seminarians, putting me in the front row for a reason, knowing that the professor would make fun of the American-Malayalee in a Malayalam class.

But anyways, the class was Malayalam, and so I was interested in seeing how useful my Malayalam reading capabilities from Gurukalam and from my aunt during my one-on-one Malayalam lessons with her would be.

ha. ha. ha.

This is what I was expecting...

This is what I got . . .



Imagine giving a four year old Shakespeare's Macbeth to read. Yeah, that was me in this class. It was a Malayalam literature class and so the seminarians were reading and analyzing hardcore works of literature in Malayalam. 

My favorite class so far was Indian philosophy. Fr. Vinod always tells me and Rajeev how we’re missing out big time in the US seminaries by not having any philosophical formation in Indian philosophy. I’ve always thought that Western philosophy was sufficient for us, but after sitting in this class, I realized how much of an important branch of philosophy we’re not being exposed to. So much of Indian philosophy deals with Hinduism itself and how that influenced the culture in India where St. Thomas Christianity was rooted.

One of the main topics he spoke about during class was the caste system. My only knowledge of the caste system comes from what I learned teacher back home while taking World History as a freshman I high school and from reading The God of Small Things by Arundathi Roy. So to get a real informative lesson on the caste system from a person with a doctorate in Indian philosophy was nice.

He told me that the caste system was a part of the Hindu culture which divided society in four castes, based on birth. The upper most caste was the Brahmins. They were considered the most knowledgable, had access to education, and were in charge of teaching people about religion. Below the Brahmins were the Kshatriya, who were the military class in charge of safeguarding the country. Below the Kshatriya were the Vaishya, who made up the business class and were in charge of economic interaction and exchange. And below the Vaishya were the Shudras, also known as the untouchables.

These divisions were made by Hindus of the upper class and they made laws and regulations to keep the untouchables oppressed. In centuries past, untouchables were in charge of doing tasks that were seen as unclean, such as bodily waste removal. They were not even allowed to stand in front of a Brahmin for the fear that an untouchable might make contact with a Brahmin and make him unclean as well.

Unfortunately, this mentality of associating different members of society with a social class determined by birth not only affected Hinduism, but spread throughout the Indian culture, even the affecting the way Christianity was lived out in India. 

On a happier note, enjoy this picture of the seminarians checking their “Newsfeed” 



Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit.
From eternity and forever, Amen.


Sunday 16 June 2013

God's Own Country

Hello everyone!

I initially had no intention of starting a blog, but because Yahoo thought I was up to suspicious activity for sending an email to a large number of people, I decided to forgo my email idea and start a blog instead.

I will try to update every week, but depending on whether I have internet connection, that may change, so please be patient!

June 10-June 15 2013.

I arrived to Cochin International Airport on June 12th 2013. The car ride back home to my grandmother’s house was quite the experience. I passed by a few free-roaming cows, rice paddies, and two men riding on top of an elephant, but I also passed by India’s largest supermall called the "Lulu", a KFC, and a Harley-Davidson dealership (I guess Wisconsin does have something it can contribute to the world).


Though India still has those “Indian” elements that I think of, the country has progressed greatly and has slowly adopted more elements of the Western culture. I keep telling myself that I came to India to experience India and not America, but times have changed and my perception of “India” can be seen as somewhat outdated and inaccurate for the year 2013.

For my first couple of days in India, it was decided that I not immediately go straight to the seminary from the airport, but that I should take a few days to rest up and adjust to the time change. During these few days, I got to spend well needed time with my grandmother, aunts and uncles, cousins, and cousins’ children. Most of them spoke very little English, so I had no other option but to speak Malayalalayalam. Luckily, I have this handy little book to help me out.


Being in an atmosphere where I had to speak Malayalam and had no other “translator” with me was a unique experience. I’ve been hearing the language from my parents my entire life, so most of the words I needed to use in conversation were somewhere locked up in my head; I just needed to somehow search for those words while conversing with people. It was messy, but for the most part, I was able to survive and avoid being excommunicated by the Archbishop of Changanacherry for unknowingly speaking blasphemy.

With my confidence in speaking Malayalam slowly increasing, I felt adventurous and so I decided to speak with a random people in public. I first went to St. Joseph Veroor Church (where my parents got married) to meet the assistant priest there. He wasn't in his room, so walked around the church asking construction workers and people praying the rosary inside the church where he was. Unfortunately he wasn't there so I decided to walk back home. My hair had grown pretty long and I wanted to get a haircut, so I decided that rather than ask my uncle to take me to a barbershop he knew of, I decided to be adventurous find one on my own. I walked into the barbershop and the barber immediately knew I was out of town, so he began speaking to me in non-stop Hindi. After about a half hour, I left the barbershop managing to get a haircut and shave all for the price of 70 rupees (less than $2 USD). He did a really nice job, and a haircut plus shave would have cost me around $30 in America, so I gave him 200 rupees (less than $5). I felt like a BO$$.  I told my aunt this and she nearly kicked me out of the house, saying how stupid I am for wasting that much money. I stopped feeling like a boss after that…

My favorite moment of adventurous public Malayalam speaking was with an auto rickshaw driver. He immediately knew that I wasn’t from Kerala (just like every other person there) and so he asked me where I was from. I said New York and after some conversation, he dropped me to my destination and said to me in Malayalam, “I’ve never had the privilege of driving of New Yorker before. You are the first New Yorker to ride in my auto rickshaw”.

Wow.

On June 14th, my uncle Abraham Puthenkalam took me around to different religious places where he felt I would greatly gain from. These places were:
-The birthplace of Saint Alphonsa (India’s first canonized Saint), Kodamallor, Kerala
-Navajeevan (an institution that cares for over two-hundred mentally challenged adults and feeds over 5000 people daily at the three surrounding hospitals), Kottayam, Kerala
-Tomb of Blessed Chavara Kuriakose, Mannanam, Kerala
-Tomb of Blessed Kunjachan, Ramapuram, Kerala
-Motherhouse of Daughters of St. Thomas sisters (Three DST sisters, Sr. Alphonse, Sr. Christy, and Sr. Giss Maria, lived in Chicago for the past year, so it was nice seeing them in their natural HABIT[at] ), Bharananganam, Kerala

-Tomb of Saint Alphonsa, Bharananganam, Kerala
-Novitiate House for 3rd year seminarians for the Missionary Congregation of the Blessed Sacrament (my cousin, Br. Johns Puthenkalam MCBS is an 8th year seminarian and he’s spending a year helping out at this seminary for his regency assignment. The 3rd year seminarians here are not allowed to have any contact with the outside world: no phone, no internet, and no newspapers for one full year. I was not even allowed to speak to them while I was there. Their days are spent in prayer, work, and recreation. They lost power for about four days, so I experienced Qurbana without any artificial light for the first time. I had a really blessed and memorable time here), Kanjirappally, Kerala



Out of all these places, the place that impacted me the most was the Tomb of Blessed Kunjachan. I’ve heard his name for years, alongside a litany of other holy men and women from Kerala, but I never really cared much to discover why this really short priest (under 5 feet) was beatified in the Catholic Church. But when I read his biography, I was so moved to want to become a priest like him because of his love and care for the marginalized of Kerala --the Dalits, also know as the untouchables

More to come about my new found love for Blessed Kunjachan. . .

Next week ahead: Vadavathoor Major Seminary, Kottayam, Kerala.
Famous Alumni: Bishop Mar Jacob Angadiath, Fr. Vinod Madathiparambil, Fr. Joji Kaniampadickal (Garland, TX), Fr. Kurian Neduvelichalunkal (San Francisco), Fr. Johnsty Thachara (Coppel TX)

Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning is now and ever shall be world without end. Amen.