#or a chapal to be fair

[inachevees]

30/04/2022

La Madrague. On revient des Goudes. On ne fait rien. Manon et Chapal sont assises sur un rocher et lisent ces pages A4 que j’ai imprimées hier (manifeste, article, nouvelle). Un autre soir : ces meilleurs amis devenus amoureux et le garçon dit tu vois ! ça je pouvais pas le faire avant, quand il embrasse Alix. Sourires.

[choco-mark]

lol i got hit with a broomstick today. it was refreshing

broomstick power. you are getting the good vibes. it’s a refresher.

#tbh #i dont think ive ever been hit by a broomstick #or a chapal to be fair #ive been barely threatened with a wooden utensil #and my mom liked throwing things at me instead #but like #soft things you know #like a remote #🥰🥰🥰🥰 #IM KIDDING #no im not #this is the brown life #peachykrystal #answered

[shoppingenvilleparis]

C’est officiel, la maison Chapal passe au web 2.0

C’est officiel, la maison Chapal passe au web 2.0

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[automatismoateo]

I am proud that 18 years ago I changed our school's religious requirements via /r/atheism

Submitted September 16, 2018 at 12:13PM by smedsterwho (Via reddit https://ift.tt/2MA38il) I am proud that 18 years ago I changed our school's religious requirements

I was 16, at school (UK), and like most people had had religious service as part of school life. Chapel on Wednesday mornings, RE lessons weekly, religious ceremonies for Christmas / Easter and the rest. And I accepted it but never believed in it between the ages of 10 and 16.

At that point I was certainly going to become a prefect, and possibly the head boy (to be fair, the guy who got it was such a cheesy do-gooder, he would have got it anyway).

It was hard to pay attention in chapel, we were young, enquiring minds and we were being peddled bullshit. Occasionally, I would work the most ridiculous excuse I could to get out of it (I was cheekier then). I think diarrhea was a particular highlight.

Then I went in to my interview with the headmaster (who did like me a lot) to be a prefect, and I told him I would not be attending chapel anymore. He told me it was mandatory for the school.

I said I simply could not believe it on face value, and to be hearing fairytales twice a week was embarrassing to me.

After discussing it for a while, I think the clincher was me saying: "How can I take the rest of my teachers seriously when I'm also being informed as a fact that a man literally split a few loaves and fish into enough pieces to feed a crowd of thousands?"

I said I couldn't, on a matter of principle and respect, attend anymore. It almost became an expulsion moment for us, but in the end he allowed me (as well as the one Sikh in the school, who hadn't been attending) to be exempt, although we never classified the reason as "atheist" (I'm fairly sure I knew the phrase then but I never said it).

I never made prefect, but two years later (as I left), they relaxed the rules around attendance and a good 20% (ish) stopped going. Yes I bet most of them stopped because it was BORING, but hey that's a start.

I'm not saying I instigated the change, but that was the first time I stood up for my beliefs (or lack thereof).

My overriding feeling then was just one of embarrassment. During the chapal services beforehand, I would change the word of lyrics (hey I was 16), be patently bored in the sermons, but my overriding feeling was "how is society so dangerously silly?".

I'd rather be in a room of 300 people praising Harry Potter or Narnia. At least those books admit themselves as fiction.

#reddit

[morningsinjenin]

Bombay Jan 6, new year

the last 10 days here have been absolutely incredible and gone by in a haze of momentary happiness happy cheery meals hugs and affection and beautiful palaces forts temples and mosques. Delhi was clean and manicured with its concrete wide rows and grew trees draping out of the parliament properties and brushing the hoods of the car. Chandni Chowk was a romanticized neighborhood of India fortressed by jahid masjid- with little stores sleepily waking up and opening as the light and birds hit the mosque. Agra was smoggy and dusty, but also a beautiful quiet town with little store owners and hawkers and women in beautiful bright colors walking up and down barely looking twice at the obnoxious tourist van. The Taj Mahal was a dream emerging in the fog- a beautiful mosaic white marbled wonder. The Agra fort and Fatehpur Sikri brought my childhood of Akbar and Birbal and fantasizing myself as a hindu begum to life with its gardens and palaces and carved stones to hide the female harem jewelry. Then Jaipur was a complete surprise- the pink stone of the old city, the enchanting ruin of a wall lining the mountain facing Amber fort. the elephant ride up to the palace of mirrors and gardens and more intricate symmetrical designs. The fair bringing out music and artisanship and india’s state to state culture and thali dinner. The noisy colorful bazaar where I fell to all the elephant printed tourist traps. The juxtaposition of the man making his living waiting outside my public bathroom to hand me a napkin, the legless beggar attempting to sell me 10 ruppee trinklets that I refuse to make eye contact with, and the massive obnoxious Taj and Chapal palace hotel with vast space, unnecessary AC and frozen unused pools. Udaipur’s lake was so big it seemed like it would just feed into a far away ocean, until we saw the 360 birds eye view. the City palace didn’t evoke as much connection with history but the narrow rickshaw ride to the old city center, the Rajasthani folk dance show, and the beautiful picturesque temples overlooking the dry hills. India is overstimulation noisy exploitation of all the senses bright loud visuals and so much compression of human life activity emotion and interaction. 

This morning we visited the internationally infamous slum of Dharavi, where 1 million Tamilnadus, Gujratis, and Muslims live in an area equal to half the size of Central Park. We visited all the micro economies- the recycling, the cutting and crushing and cleaning of the plastic and aluminum, the bakery, the pot making, the poper grilling, and the making of leather/textiles etc. etc. etc. we walked through the narrow alleyways and saw into homes, got the views from the roof of the drying plastic and shanty homes on shanty homes, the small temples and mosques, and the reality tours community center where the dharavians learn computers and english. The working conditions were brutal- the men work all day and sleep in the same building at night, only returning to their villages once a year and sending back like 80% of their salary to their villages monthly. It was moving and overwhelming and perspective shattering to visually see the reality of manual factory work and production, and the compressed living situations of these families. But the experience was not a heart wrenching depression one- far from it- these micro economies are relatively successful, the the community was adorned with small adorable school children going to government school in uniform, newly built playground, 24 hour electricity, and clean temples and mosques, tv sets, individual cell phones, and the perspective of the poor families in UP villages with no employment or the pavement dwellers to keep in mind. 

This trip to India has been my most positive yet (though that may always be the case) in terms of what I have learned about country (after my class), my father and my family, and what I have been fortunate to have seen. India is beautiful and loud and colorful and I feel so happy and excited and high on adrenaline and “epanouie” here and confident and inspired. Thankful to bring these new perspectives and reflections and spurred inquisitions into my next semester and continued development as an Indian American. 

[shoppingenvilleparis]

Dandy's night. Tapis rouge pour les maisons françaises mises à l'honneur au Plaza Athénée, avenue Montaigne à Paris. Un formidable parcours initiatique au cœur du palace pour s'immerger dans l'univers et le savoir-faire ici la maison @Chapal, reconnue à l'international pour son travail du cuir et ses vêtements pour les #gentlemandriver. #perfecto #femme #womenfashion #Camel #favorite #color #fashion #womanfashion #luxe #knowhow #madeinfrance @leather @leatherworks #oodt #dandysnight #dansdystyle #excellence #myselection

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[shoppingenvilleparis]

Dandy's night. Tapis rouge pour les maisons françaises mises à l'honneur au Plaza Athénée, avenue Montaigne à Paris. Un formidable parcours initiatique au cœur du #palace pour s'immerger dans l'univers et le savoir-faire ici la maison @Chapal, reconnue à l'international pour son travail du cuir et ses vêtements pour les #gentlemandriver. #shoes #vintage #classical #drivershoes  #fashion #Camel #favorite #color #fashion #menfashion #menstyle #luxe #knowhow #madeinfrance @leather @leatherworks #oodt #dandysnight #dansdystyle #excellence #myselection

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