tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63959245153908498712023-11-15T17:00:27.726+01:00Jain SadhvisImages d'Inde
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Jainism, (जैन धर्म) , is a religion and philosophy originating in the prehistory of South Asia. Now a minority in modern India with growing communities in the United States, Western Europe, Africa, the Far East and elsewhere, Jains have continued to sustain the ancient Shraman (श्रमण) or ascetic tradition.
Those women sadhus, or Sadhvis, part of the Shvetambars order, believe that women can attain liberation and that there are still untampered-with texts.Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-89935906692283343302008-01-10T14:20:00.000+01:002008-01-10T14:40:11.739+01:00A Slide Sow for fast people<div><object width="420" height="331"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x408h2"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x408h2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="331" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"></embed></object><br /><b><a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x408h2_a-day-in-the-life-of-jain-sadhvis_travel">A day in the life of Jaïn sadhvis</a></b><br /><i>envoyé par <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/clodreno">clodreno</a></i></div>Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-87136563035028301312006-11-28T15:23:00.000+01:002006-11-28T16:11:54.191+01:00Good bye...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/1600/IMG_3300.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/400/IMG_3300.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />After I had shared the evening meal, in another room, it was time to say good bye to the Sadhvis. <br />I was to meet them 2 days later in Mysore.Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-89532153462088831122006-11-28T15:20:00.000+01:002006-11-28T15:21:35.234+01:00Evening meal. Brindavan<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/1600/IMG_3294.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/400/IMG_3294.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Supervising the evening meal the Jaïn neighbors are bringing in.Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-14706311803990231492006-11-28T15:17:00.000+01:002006-11-28T15:18:27.059+01:00Meditation. Brindavan<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/1600/278366761_dfd7b23198_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/400/278366761_dfd7b23198_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />After the long walk, the moment of meditation for the Jain sadhvis.Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-50249933776907800272006-11-28T15:15:00.000+01:002006-11-28T15:16:38.248+01:00Home, at last<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/1600/IMG_3273.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/400/IMG_3273.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />At last, the Sadhvis can install themselves inside the two rooms alloted to them.Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-54220712712940293372006-11-28T15:12:00.000+01:002006-11-28T15:13:19.129+01:00Nervous.<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/1600/133373834_519f17bb8b_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/400/133373834_519f17bb8b_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />When we reached the hotel where two rooms had been reserved for the 8 Sadhvis. Tapo Ratna was getting nervous. Inside the big hall next to the rooms were some onions skins on the floor, something they must avoid. <br />They had some discssions before accepting to stay there. The place was cleaned up.Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-50604204046464143142006-11-28T15:10:00.000+01:002006-11-28T15:11:03.436+01:00Meeting.<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/1600/133373811_12da8bc1d3_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/400/133373811_12da8bc1d3_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />3 Km away from Brindavan, a jain Pharmacist, in purple here, came to greet the Sadhvis. She told them that usually Sadhvis were staying with them, and was a bit sad that they would go to the hotel where rooms had been reserved for them. Later on, the Pharmacist's husband came to the hotel with food cooked for them.Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-51188361505502513322006-11-28T15:06:00.000+01:002006-11-28T15:07:35.010+01:00Showing respect.<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/1600/IMG_3248.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/400/IMG_3248.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />An old man showing respect to Tapo ratna on the road to BrindavanClaude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-79315525374880295042006-11-28T14:57:00.000+01:002006-11-28T14:58:36.251+01:00Almost there<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/1600/IMG_3234.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/400/IMG_3234.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />The road to Brindavan is just beautifulClaude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-27193136305638759202006-11-28T14:53:00.000+01:002006-11-28T14:54:45.024+01:00Tired. On the road<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/1600/98364565_d183be0755_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/400/98364565_d183be0755_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />On the way to Brindavan the Jain Sadvis and I at times had to rest. The one the left was a lot more tired, mainly because at the same time she had been fasting for a week..Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-68124576967274320822006-11-28T14:52:00.001+01:002006-11-28T14:52:59.941+01:00On the road again<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/1600/IMG_3219.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/400/IMG_3219.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-60501888299796843432006-11-28T14:50:00.001+01:002006-11-28T14:50:32.627+01:00Packing the bowls<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/1600/IMG_3213.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/400/IMG_3213.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-17078340579675434112006-11-28T14:46:00.000+01:002006-11-28T14:47:57.911+01:00Dishes. On the road<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/1600/IMG_3205.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/400/IMG_3205.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Then at about half way, they decided to ghave lunch. Since they wanted to be left alone to have lunch, we went for a tea, and came back when they were doing the dishes, using as little water as possible. Everybody is cleaning his own dish.Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-86368413797583969592006-11-28T14:43:00.000+01:002006-11-28T14:44:37.560+01:00Dishes. On the road<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/1600/127459515_aa9c5e24b7_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/400/127459515_aa9c5e24b7_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Then at about half way, they decided to have lunch. Two boys from Mysore were following us, on a rickshaw with the food. Since they wanted to be left alone to have lunch, we went for a tea, and came back when they were doing the dishes, using as little water as possible.Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-2262832718730201572006-11-28T14:42:00.000+01:002006-11-28T14:43:13.667+01:00Lunch Time.<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/1600/IMG_3199.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/400/IMG_3199.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Tapo Ratna is preparing the food. Those are dry chapatis, they use as little water as possible.Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-52598396267959030212006-11-28T14:37:00.000+01:002006-11-28T14:38:59.401+01:00Lunch Time.<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/1600/IMG_3197.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/400/IMG_3197.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Two men on a Rickshaw were preceding us to a point where the Jaïn Sadhvis had decided to stop for Lunch. All their belongings and food where inside the cart.Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-52640910523286969912006-11-28T14:34:00.000+01:002006-11-28T14:35:10.894+01:00Tapo Ratna and her sister<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/1600/117126149_62be71504b_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/400/117126149_62be71504b_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />A portrait of Tapo Ratna and her sister, she has been a Jain Sadhvi for the past 9 years. She is 32 years old. She is part of the "Svetambara" order, a very strict one. I met them in Mysore and spend a day walking with them on january first from Mysore to Brindavan..Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-3737851606970979252006-11-28T14:32:00.000+01:002006-11-28T14:33:23.537+01:00Showing respect.<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/1600/278234171_09869beab9_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/400/278234171_09869beab9_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />A woman paying respect to the jain Sadhvi I was walking with. She stopped the laundry for itClaude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-32137046841578189912006-11-28T14:29:00.000+01:002006-11-28T14:31:11.792+01:00Helping each other<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/1600/IMG_3179.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/400/IMG_3179.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />At this point 3 Sadhvis are helping up the Guru by pushing the wheelchair uphill.Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-49418325622769160712006-11-28T14:24:00.000+01:002006-11-28T14:25:36.741+01:00Road to Brindavan<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/1600/97903854_5def51aedb_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/400/97903854_5def51aedb_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Off we go to reach Brindavan. The truck driver is puzzled to see a strange man walking with the jain Sadhvis...Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-37036316075518218382006-11-28T14:21:00.000+01:002006-11-28T14:23:25.470+01:00Curiousity<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/1600/IMG_3173.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/400/IMG_3173.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Despite seeing a lot of different people on the road of India, some, like this farmer, are still curious about the Sadhvis. An uncommon scene on the road, Jaïn being a minority in India.Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-87821093462481766442006-11-28T14:20:00.000+01:002006-11-28T14:21:21.722+01:00Praying and Walking.<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/1600/IMG_3167.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/400/IMG_3167.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-61881502060144310312006-11-28T14:16:00.000+01:002006-11-28T14:17:52.599+01:00On the road<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/1600/IMG_3162.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/400/IMG_3162.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Some Sadvis wear handmade shoes, most of them walk barefoot.Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-33453423938326458092006-11-28T14:12:00.000+01:002006-11-28T14:14:59.151+01:007 AM. On the road to Brindavan<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/1600/IMG_3153.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/400/IMG_3153.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />The Guru is still walking despite her age. Then another Jaïn Sadhvi will help her with a wheelchair.Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395924515390849871.post-70177154210887579652006-11-28T14:08:00.001+01:002006-11-28T14:10:34.963+01:00Prayer. 6:30 AM, On the road<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/1600/IMG_3148.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/847/780752504320172/400/IMG_3148.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Inside the private temple.Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com0