Where to begin? Or, where to end?

Trip Start Dec 21, 2009
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Trip End Mar 29, 2010


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Flag of India  , Rajasthan,
Thursday, February 18, 2010

With the return of my french friend Yannick, and his newfound love in tow, I have decided to postpone hitting the gritty road of sooty overloaded trucks, too-fast indian tourist cars, sun, dust, heat and petrol fumes.  My time here has been good for me, extremely relaxing and invigorating at the same time, I've had a chance to catch up on lots of reading, writing, and guitar playing.
Pushkar is one of those oases, a place where one can easily get "stuck" without even feeling stuck.  Unlike Delhi, which produces a profound depression after 10 or 14 days, pushkar is a holy place, good food (not even eggs served here), no alcohol (unless you step outside the town border), fresh air, warm clear days and cool nights, excellent for sleeping.  I would stay longer perhaps, if I did not have somewhere to be.
It is at times like these when I question  myself "why do I come to India?"  and realize that it is for this very reason.  To be able to relax in an island of calm in an otherwise hectic and sometimes turbulent life.  And I'm not just talking about India here, a good oasis with fresh water, sweet dates hanging from the palms, and mysterious coconuts to crack and drink of is hard to find anywhere, including back home.  Separated by distance from the nagging everyday woes of business, social pressure, and the like.  If only my lady were with me here, life would be complete, but the ache of the heart subsides as it is accepted, still a bit of longing, but also I know who will be waiting at heathrow for me at the end of this particular sojourn, so it is all all right.  That and a mobile phone which, through skype enables us to SMS and talk most days. 

It is really about the people, and I have met some interesting ones here.  Richie is from london, a big fellow with a ready smile with whom I have had a few lengthy discussions on a broad range of subjects.  Sometimes you meet a person with whom you share a similar view, and being two can expound on ideas and promote the creation of new ways of looking at things.  In reality, the human condition is learning to live with this way-too-big-for-our-own-good chunk of grey matter and goo that sits inside our skulls, and to recognize that society and culture and everything we "know" is really just a game played and invented by hairless monkeys with a bit too much mental capacity.
There is only one Prime directive for any being with DNA on this earth, and that is to propagate your DNA.  The rest is just extraneous, and as humans we have a particularly difficult time doing so, what with our so-called "lofty" notions of "good and bad," and the feeling that although we are utterly and completely of this earth, and our extremely good (or bad) luck to be endowed with the capacity to ask the question "why?" we feel somehow special or at worst "blessed."
The "game" is here for our enjoyment, not to be taken too seriously really, otherwise things tend to get sticky.  The epitome of someone who takes this monkey game too seriously would be politicians, who kill lots of innocent people trying to play their own version, send others off to kill those who would play with different rules, and indeed sometimes conspire to kill each other.
Love.  Experience.  Create.  Verbs here  instead of nouns.  When one of these is not being utilized to it's fullest, there will be problems.

Enough postulating for now, I guess, but a real espresso and a lively discussion fills one's head with unnecessary ideas.  There goes that silly too-large brain again, spouting shit like an incontinent cow on the streets of paharganj.

Also there has been some trouble around the country--another terrorist attack in Pune, inside a tourist-type german bakery/coffee shop.  8 or 9 killed, and 40 something injured.  It is obvious that too many are taking this monkey game much too seriously if it leads to the injury or murder of people with whom you have never had any type of contact with, let alone sat and had chai.
So the army is out cruising the countryside, making a big show of things, and being as close to the Pak border as I am, there will be checkpoints and such out in the great western desert.
So I will head south, to Udaipur, perhaps Ghandinagar or Ahmedabad (muslim city, probably the safest place to be) and on through the unfortunate Pune to Karnataka.  Perhaps, if I do not linger too long I will be able to visit my old favorite Hampi, to see Kiran and Anil, and from there on to Goa where a wonderful fellow travelpodder has offered up storage in a garage at her family's holiday home.   I've got about a month to get there, so I will try to find the good stuff on the way. 
Pushkar has been like detox, and I will take my time to Goa, for it will inevitably lead to "re-tox."
not that I mind cold beer, meat, and wonderful seafood, but it has been really nice here to take an opportunity to eat, read, sleep, play music, write, converse, breathe fresh air, and generally let my body purify itself from the toxicity of most of the rest of the world.  It is a rare thing to be able to do.  Ahh Pushkar.  Oasis discovered.
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Chako on

Hi Josh,

Avatar Meher Baba was born in Pune (Poona).
I hope you stay there for a little while, at least to gas up and go -

Cool that you are feeling recharged! Rock on!

Hairless Monkee

Kunststueckschen on

And you decided that India is the place to do that? Oh, Mann, ey...

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