Saturday, 14 April 2012
Those Moments....
Had a surreal moment one night ago.....
Had gone to Manali after school, already with a developing head cold and the bus trip back was in pitch darkness, the light only showing the very edge of the precipice as you drove along at such a rate you would become airborne on the ridges as well as the potholes. My signalling to the ticket master resulted in me being let off far past my stop and lugging my gear for twice the distance I needed to normally, I found myself walking beside a man in thongs, traditional Himachel pants and jacket and a Cabana hat!
His flowing fruits and flowers jolted with each shuffling step and I couldn't help but wonder whether I was hallucinating on my Cold and Flu tablets!
After parting ways, I couldn't but help noticing that I looked at all around me, considering how out of the ordinary everything is here and how much I have already accepted things as they are. It made me wonder how it is that people who are surrounded by difference, and what greater difference than that between humans, cannot come to accept and enjoy all as the wonderful extravagances of Mother Nature?
Had gone to Manali after school, already with a developing head cold and the bus trip back was in pitch darkness, the light only showing the very edge of the precipice as you drove along at such a rate you would become airborne on the ridges as well as the potholes. My signalling to the ticket master resulted in me being let off far past my stop and lugging my gear for twice the distance I needed to normally, I found myself walking beside a man in thongs, traditional Himachel pants and jacket and a Cabana hat!
His flowing fruits and flowers jolted with each shuffling step and I couldn't help but wonder whether I was hallucinating on my Cold and Flu tablets!
After parting ways, I couldn't but help noticing that I looked at all around me, considering how out of the ordinary everything is here and how much I have already accepted things as they are. It made me wonder how it is that people who are surrounded by difference, and what greater difference than that between humans, cannot come to accept and enjoy all as the wonderful extravagances of Mother Nature?
Thursday, 12 April 2012
Indian Life
There is alot to annoy one in their everyday life in India...
1. The constant ripping off....They make a profit off locals so why try to rip us off all the time, I appreciate a little honesty every now and then!
2. The inability to find a rubbish bin......the locals can't either apparently!
3. Seeing suffering with no avenue to change things......wish there was an RSPCA here or even just a vet with half a heart.
There is also a lot to fall in love with everyday in India....
1. The open smiles freely given to all......even on the faces of people who understand not a shred of English
2. The decoration and care taken by the people......of themselves and their homes
3. Seeing everyday the kindness....amongst students, family and strangers
Really India is a melting pot of all things, good as well as bad, but so long as you can see the stars at night and realise that your existence is just a blot in a huge swirl of time none of really matters.
1. The constant ripping off....They make a profit off locals so why try to rip us off all the time, I appreciate a little honesty every now and then!
2. The inability to find a rubbish bin......the locals can't either apparently!
3. Seeing suffering with no avenue to change things......wish there was an RSPCA here or even just a vet with half a heart.
There is also a lot to fall in love with everyday in India....
1. The open smiles freely given to all......even on the faces of people who understand not a shred of English
2. The decoration and care taken by the people......of themselves and their homes
3. Seeing everyday the kindness....amongst students, family and strangers
Really India is a melting pot of all things, good as well as bad, but so long as you can see the stars at night and realise that your existence is just a blot in a huge swirl of time none of really matters.
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