What a time, hmmmmmm? What a set-up….all around……
I’ve been home, minus computer or internet for the past month. For all of us regulars, there is a slight hesitation in admitting that the internet is an addiction.
Well…..it is :-) Because I’ve been through the withdrawal symptoms. Yet, cast outside the web, so to speak, my days expanded. What felt like too little time, suddenly felt like all the time in the world. I sensed time slowing down. I slowed down with it. For a practitioner of awareness, my awareness was ratcheted up another 10 degrees. I cooked better food. Just, all around….
I was always blogging/sharing in my mind though! And clicking pictures, shooting videos etc…..
Working on some very very interesting things….very very cool….will be uploading some interesting things over the coming weeks.
Big changes are are under-foot all around. The typhoon in the Philippines should serve as a massive wake up call.
The age of Aquarius is truly upon us. Water water everywhere and maybe not a drop to drink. This winter is going to be a whopper all around…..
Will be posting more soon.
Give someone a hug, everyone needs one.
Hugs all around,
Vivek the hugger
Back in Bangalore, with a trove of pictures, but first on, wanted to share these two small vignettes of playing for an interesting, appreciative audience two nights ago…..
The juju was strong and I felt the force… ;-0
very key weeks coming up here all around us. I feel the urge to leave India for a while. Everything here is pulling down, down, drowned in telivision lie-nets….
In the us of a, the shut-down drama continues, in the middle east, people continue to die to fulfill the bizarre dreams and machinations of someone clearly de-ranged.
Pondering the ephemeral nature of it all, so strange that a nation is a nay-shun and a state is just a condition of being, temporary.
We are witnessing the forced take-down of what we have been most closely tied to these past 150 years, our nation-hood.
Patriotism and matriotism, in the blender and down the drain. Failed stats abound and why not, for all they are/were are experiments in the efficient control of chattel, no better or worse than human cattle…
The Pen (are you feeling pen-t up?, is the horse in it’s pen?) IS mightier than the sword.
If you cannot break out, break in…..there is a side door in that tunnel.
Hugs all around….
Some-times, or perhaps all of them
We need to be without fear
of ossified principles
of old mis-takes
and new consequences
This is how engineering works in India. The vehicle featured in this post is a little bit of an old motorcycle, a big part of an old scooter, a three wheeled cycle rickshaw and a mechanical surgeon with an eye for what works.
No talk in these shops of bending moments and spring constants. No talk what so ever of the safety or lack thereof, just a deep knowledge of what works.
This thing works. The driver featured below spoke proudly of piloting this machine, of sublime design, at 70 mph on a highway, loaded with 1 ton of humans and straw.
My hat, if I wore one, is off to these mad-nificient men and their rolling con-traptions….
But first, a view from the kitchen window…. monitor lizards, basking their cold-blooded selves in the sun…. what a creature, hmmm?
And then I heard the familiar racket of the vehicle described above, known locally as a jugaad…
take one part of this….
and a twist of this….
hang a tank…
so it will never fail…
…. and when the day is done……
well, when the day is done, I have a great video clip to show you that I tried uploading on youtube, but because I am travelling, youtube/google, in their infinite, snooping wisdom and their panopticon-ian desires, tell me that my signing in from an unusual location forces them to make me verify my location/person…give us your Phone number…whatever.
I refused, so they refused to upload….
Later, someplace else, perhaps…
check this out…..
makes me happy, to watch these rule breakers…..
a certain kin-ship!
Did I say I’m having a hell of a time on this journey? Well(!!!!), if I did so, I apologize, for why would I want to have a hell of a time? Why indeed would anyone want to have a hell of a time?
Them thar word ruts, no better or worse than them thar road ruts.
And the wagon wheels of our minds, so comfortable in con-formity, rutting away.
Being here, in capital country (I’m in Delhi, the capital the british chose for India, surely for reasons of ley line power and geo-mancy, building atop a hill the largest presidential palace in the world…weird, that with so many starving, such pomp and splendour for the chosen satraps that still grind their own countrymen in the dust for their masters in the city of londonium), my senses are heightened, awareness at full keen-ness, badgered by wild energetics of this mad, sprawling metro of close to 20 million human beings.
Someday, I’ll do a Delhi special…
But for now, something for your eyes…..
My travels continue and continue to fascinate.
Fascinating people, fascinating places and sights like the one I am about to share that simply leave you un-speeched.
I have a bunch of interesting visuals to post, but thought that this one picture, below, really captures the entire function/dysfunction dynamic of this crazy nation.
I paid a two day visit to a fascinating city called Rampur to meet a brother and being that it was a long drive, I’d carried my cushions and ensconced my-self on the rear seat.
My mind was a little mushy from what I had already witnessed. More pictures on that to follow.
So here we were, trundling along on a major highway at 60-80 kilometers an hour ( that is perhaps 40 mph) and I was asleep on the back seat when my excellent driver, who had seen me go clck-click called back and said “Sir, you have to see this”.
And so, my friends, do you.
India, technology, the utter dearth of sense, common or otherwise, perhaps the lack of a brain cell or three…..
On a major highway, at speed….. with traffic all around…..I think Darwin had gents like this in mind when he spoke of natural selection….
Mera Bharat Mahaan…..
Bangalore to New Delhi in one of India’s quintessential experiences, the train journey.
And it was all that and more.
The people were mostly so uncomplicated, the train rocked (literally), the sensation of the better part of half the length of this huge landmass having rolled under you, the sights of endless greenery, fields, simple folk, jungles, vast open spaces, no overcrowding, no trash, then the cities, each “station”‘s approach brought the garbage, the smells, the stagnant waters, the de-humanizing life lived by so many on the edge, literal and figurative, of our cities, the rag-pickers….the faceless ones sitting on railway station benches, watching how many steel wheels clack by, the vendors, the sense of urgency, then back to rolling greens, bullock carts, my co-passenger on his samsung galaxy note III…yes, III, whatsapping and facebooking for 30 of the 36 hours, the terrible railway food served by the sweetest, simplest folk, the chance, mind-boggling synchronicity of meeting two cool young guys in the smoking section, our worlds connected in the most un-expected and intimate of ways…the weird juxtaposition of being in an air conditioned box, looking out at what looked like authentic freedom, the random, illegal alighting from the train in the middle of now-here, and wanting to just walk away into the forest, the rough yanking of my toes at 6 am for a cup of tea I never wanted (bad tea in India, how we have fallen!!!), then delhi……..I thought I’d let you see it caption free…the selfie’s are me in rasta mon mode
Am sure most of you have read about the “tragedy” that unfolded in the Washington DC Navy yard.
Same old American with PTSD, a Drug Habit, angry young man, navy reservist…..blah…..blah…..blah……………
If you have not heard about this tragedy yet, I suggest you do a net search on it and then come back here and see this….
Now please note, this happened on Monday morning. That is right MONDAY MORNING……
And here is this Associated Press news report from SUNDAY NIGHT.
TIME TRAVEL DISCOVERED IN BRITISH COLUMBIA is what all headlines should be screaming…..
Because magically, they knew a full 12 hours in advance of the incident that this RANDOM incident was just going to happen, because their time machine told them so…..
So, from SUNDAY (15th september) night about a Monday (16th September) morning SURPRISE event….