Thesis-Antithesis

The coffee comes, interrupting our conversation for a second. The woman serving the coffee gently sets down the fresh coffee cups, picks up the old ones and looks respectfully at the older woman seated in the rocker in front of me, patiently waiting to continue her story. “Algo más?” She asks the old woman. TheContinue reading “Thesis-Antithesis”

Sunset paths on the Solentiname Islands

The women puts the final brush stroke on her painting, takes off her glasses and peers at us: two white girls, sunburned from a long day of exploring the Island of San Fernando, standing at the edge of her porch, looking sheepish. “I take it you don’t want to rent the canoe anymore?” she asks,Continue reading “Sunset paths on the Solentiname Islands”

A New Year and New Beginnings

It is hard not to feel a sense of awe when you get to the sun pyramid at Teotihuacan. You drive from the modern day pyramids of Mexico city, glittery gold and silver and glass masses, down the valley and across a flat plain, weaving your way through slums and cacti and desert shrub untilContinue reading “A New Year and New Beginnings”

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”

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”

Lashed by the Wind to the Point of Losing one’s Sanity

A young women stands in front of me, jumping ecstatically in the air, her simple orange garment folded loosely down to her shins, her anklets filling the room with the sound of a thousand tiny bells as she thumps the ground. She emits an eerie, passionate cry (“Oh Krshna, my beloved, why do you leaveContinue reading “Lashed by the Wind to the Point of Losing one’s Sanity”