I have spent much of the day thinking again - danger, danger, free thinking alert. I feel like I fit in better here than I do at home. I would have thought it would be the other way around. Maybe I was Indian in a past life. Or maybe I am just having more experiences which feel fresh and new here than I do at home – life feels less monotonous and mundane. Not having any sort of schedule helps a lot. I find that I get way too stuck in doing at home – always feeling that I should be doing something and pushing, pushing, pushing to get money, improve prospects blah, blah, blah. Whereas here I am being more than doing, which is a great feeling. I know that it’s not possible to draw direct comparisons between daily routines and requirements here and at home, and I know the feeling can change in an instant (India has that love/hate switch) but I really enjoy the feeling of being much more so than the feeling of chasing/doing. I’d really like to maintain it at home. That’s where lifestyle comes in - it can really help or hinder. Being seems to be a lot more supported/considered normal in India than at home. At home people are mostly of the opinion that being doesn’t achieve anything and is basically just being lazy ;) I don’t agree (if the intent is correct). It feels more like stepping out of the madness and enjoying what is right in front of me - appreciating how amazing life can be through watching fish gently swimming in the river or seeing a kingfisher skimming across the surface for instance, and feeling lucky to be present to that. I don’t often feel that way when I’m doing the usual at home. The world needs be’ers as much as it needs do’ers – frequency holders of sorts ;) I always thought I should have been born a trustafarian. I am quite brilliant at doing nothing – I excel at it in fact. Further, I find myself having less and less ambition as I grow older. I also have to trust in life more, since it is worry that spurs on my chasing.
Nix and I had a fairly lazy day meandering around the market. She took some shots of devotees at the ghats whilst I practiced my bartering technique on a boat owner called Akash (which means “Sky” in Hindi – nice name. Better than let’s say Kev or Trev, which sound blunt and mean absolutely nothing. No disrespect to the Kevs and Trevs out there). We also wandered over to check out the Wall of Death (or Mort Ka Kua - “Well of Death” - as they call it here) at the fairground they are building. It looks hardcore. They have built the wall around a small car, which I assume they are going to take for a spin. The circuit is so small and steep that I cannot see any way that physics will allow the car to get up on the wall in the first place. But we’re in India – land of faith, not physics. I’m intrigued to see what they pull out the bag.
Now for some Hindi revision. I’ve got my “Level One” No Tears Hindi exam with Mangla tomorrow ;) It should be interesting to string together days of the week and numbers 1 to 50 (if I can remember them all) with words such as when, happiness, goat, lemon, incense, tired and turban and make any sort of sense, but I’m up for the challenge. Reminds me when I did an American sign language exam at the University of New Mexico having missed (skived) every class in the semester. I was more into doing lifeguarding (think I had delusions of Baywatch) and Aikido than attending uni classes. I spent the night cramming at Denny’s (where they gave out free bottomless coffees), managed to get a couple of “phrases” together and felt pretty good about myself. Sadly my phrases fell woefully short of hitting the mark when it came time to do the exam. I guess there’s only so many ways you can sign “cat” without getting boring. The examiner just shook his head after 5 minutes and gave me an F ;) I took that to mean F for Fantastic. Glass half full all the way.... How Indian of me.