Be gentle on my curves

“Do you want some tea?” My dad asks. We are sitting in the large kitchen of one of the nunneries, the young novice looking with controlled curiosity at her unlikely guests. My dad is giving me that slight michevious there-is-something-more-to-this-question look and at my prodding mentions, “it’s Tibetan tea”. I still don’t actually know what it meansContinue reading “Be gentle on my curves”

Living amusements

I feel like I am in the middle of a tolken-esque landscape. It is absolutely luscious, probably due to the fact that it is the rainiest place on earth, with extremely rare and beautiful flora. The ground is overgrown with shrubs and trees and flowers, vines hang of every possible structure. I keep exprecting toContinue reading “Living amusements”

The heart of an Indian

Mahatma Gandhi once said “A nation’s culture resides in the hearts and in the soul of its people”. Its good that it doesn’t reside in the level of poverty,the hygiene standards of street food or the pockets of its politicians otherwise India would be screwed.As it stands, The heart and souls of most of theContinue reading “The heart of an Indian”

Standing back looking forward

Last week was a turbulent week by my standards. I said goodbye to old friends, made new friends and discovered again why it is that I love this place. “I am leaving for Mumbai tomorrow” Arne yells at me through the phone-I hear the rush of cars and cows and people in the background andContinue reading “Standing back looking forward”

MmmhhmpfYumYumYum…..or also “Dahi Puri”

I think a lot on average. I weigh options and judge outcomes and let my mind wander to random tangents but rarely do I think as much and have such an internal debate as when eating Indian Street food. Well, really when eating only one kind of street food.My thought process generally goes something likeContinue reading “MmmhhmpfYumYumYum…..or also “Dahi Puri””

The Illusion of Sweaty Armpits

I have been reading lots of books about the self lately. Books from all sides- western medical books on neurology, vedic thought, pschycology, the Bhagavad-Gita, autobiographies of self- transformations and one thing that they all bring up but cannot seem to fathom is the idea of a continuous self. We are in a process ofContinue reading “The Illusion of Sweaty Armpits”