mo pho toes… India the magnificent contradiction….
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…..