Sunday, March 21, 2010

On my way out....


So India huh,

What a mindtrip it's been again. You don't come to India for relaxation or chill out time, that is a utopy. Nothing is easy here, from booking tickets to sitting on a beach, all comes with its particular annoyances and difficulties. Anyone who says different hasn't been here haha!

Its funny how quickly things change. We are living in an era where time moves faster than before (time is flexible ... don't get me started) so changes are occurring more rapidly one after another. We as humans try to get a hold on our lives, try to clamp to the things we think we control. But there is no such thing as control. Life makes its own plans. Nature will restore its balance when necessary. The world knows what it needs to do.
The entire universe dwells inside us. We are holograms, which means as much as; every fractal of us contains the information and blueprint of the bigger picture. We all remember the picture postcards that were so popular years ago. You needed a particular way of looking to see
it. Well, we are no different. The blueprint of all that is, dwells inside our every cell. Is it so strange to conclude that what happens to the world happens to us? Is it so hard to understand that when you treat your neighbour like crap you are treating yourself like crap. There is no such thing as division. We are all one.
He who thinks I'm talking hippiecrap and totally lost it now, read physics please. Or meditate, it will lead you to the same conclusion.

And fear, what is fear? It overwhelms us, leaving us paralyzed. I have this problem sometimes. But it is irrational.
Like a wise man said to me a few days ago; it is in expectations that we get lost. When we expect the outcome of an event being this or that, anything other is a reason for panic.

So my point is; you can never know what comes. It will
always be different than you defined it in your head!

Whether you are sick or healthy, rich or poor, happy or sad, it's when you don't keep your mind in the now, and on this place, here, now, at this moment in time. That is when you lose it. Sure we can make plans, sure we can look at the past. Without our history how could we remember ourselves? But it is not the ultimate truth.

Anyways, I'm starting to sound like an oracle. Sorry 'bout that but it needed to be said.

I will take more time for myself when I get back home, that is a promise I made to myself a few days ago. Other people's problems are not mine. I care for them for sure but it is theirs to deal with. I'm not going to walk on eggshells any longer. The mask is simply too heavy.

We all deserve love and understanding. But most of all we deserve truth. I wish this for all of you.

Tonight I will be leaving Delhi by train, 30 hrs to Bombay. Through the desert of Rajastan again, the plains of Gujarat, the hillside of Maharastra. I love watching the world go by from a train. Maybe that is how we should look at our lives too, like a spectator, simply looking without interfering. Action but no reaction.

Namaste


Así que... India eh...
Qué mindtrip ha sido de nuevo. No vienes a la India para la relajación o chill out, que es una utopía. Nada es fácil aquí, de reservar entradas a sentarse en una playa, todo viene con sus molestias y dificultades particulares. Cualquiera que diga diferente, no ha estado aquí jaja!

Es curioso lo rápido que cambian las cosas. Vivimos en una época donde el tiempo se mueve más rápido que antes (el tiempo es flexible ... no me hagan hablar) lo que los cambios se producen con mayor rapidez, una tras otra. Nosotros, como seres humanos tratan de obtener una bodega en nuestra vida, trate de poner freno a las cosas que pensamos que controlamos. Pero no hay tal cosa como control. La vida hace sus propios planes. Naturaleza va recuperando su equilibrio cuando sea necesario. El mundo sabe lo que tiene que hacer.
El universo entero mora dentro de nosotros. Estamos hologramas, lo que significa tanto como, cada fractal de nosotros contiene la información y modelo de la foto en grande. Todos recordamos las tarjetas postales que fueron años atrás popular así. Bueno, no somos diferentes. El modelo de
todo lo que es , mora dentro de cada una de nuestras células. ¿Es tan extraño entonces la conclusión de que lo que sucede con el mundo que nos pasa? ¿Es tan difícil de entender que cuando usted trata a su prójimo como basura que se está tratando como una mierda. No hay tal cosa como la división. Todos somos uno.
El que piensa que estoy hablando hippiecrap y totalmente me he perdido ahora, por favor lea la física. O meditar, le dirigirá a la misma conclusión.

Y el miedo, ¿qué es el miedo? Nos abruma, que nos deja paralizados. Tengo este problema a veces. Pero es irracional.
Un hombre sabio me dijo hace unos días una, que en las expectativas nos perdemos. Cuando esperamos que el resultado de un evento sera esto o aquello, cualquier cosa differente que occurre sera una razón para el pánico.

Así que mi punto es, usted nunca puede saber lo que viene. Será siempre ser diferente de lo que se define en la cabeza!

Si usted está enfermo o sano, rico o pobre, feliz o triste, es cuando no se mantenga su mente en el ahora, y en este lugar, aquí, ahora, en este momento en el tiempo. Eso es cuando nos perdimos. Claro que podemos hacer planes, seguro de que podemos mirar al pasado. Sin nuestra historia, cómo podemos recordarnos a nosotros mismos? Pero no es la verdad última.

De todas formas, estoy empezando a sonar como un oráculo. Perdon pero tenia que decirlo.

Tomaré más tiempo para mí mismo cuando regresaré a casa, es una promesa que hice a mí mismo hace unos días. Problemas de las personas alrededor de mi no son mías. Me preocupo por ellos, pero es a ellos de tratarlos. No voy a caminar sobre cáscaras de huevo por más tiempo. La máscara pesa demasiado.

Todos merecemos amor y comprensión. Pero sobre todo merecemos la verdad. Quiero esto para todos ustedes.

Esta noche me iré en tren de Delhi, 30 horas a Bombay. A través del desierto de Rajastán vez más, las llanuras de Gujarat, la ladera de Maharastra. Me encanta ver el mundo pasar desde un tren. Tal vez así es como debemos examinar nuestras vidas también, como un espectador, simplemente mirando, sin interferir. Acción sin reacción.

Namaste






Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Pushkar - Notes from my diary

7th of March 2010 ... on the train, almost in Jaipur

Green made way for yellow,
Cowcarts are now camelcarts,
Darkred and moustached,
Or long skirts and sarees.
Foreign land as I've never been here before.
Land of Maharajas and Rajputs.
I am in Rajastan!!!

8th of March 2010 ... Italian coffeeplace ... 9:00AM

Rajput honour & beautiful buildings, Pushkar has simalarities with Vanarasi, but then again not really... India cannot be captured in words. When you try it loses its meaning.
Went to a temple dance performance last nicht, performed mostly by foreigners. Only the men were from Orissa, a state in the west of India. I keep thinking that dance is what I should be doing. And that I shouldn't wait too long anymore. Before it's too late to start.
Yesterday somebody asked my age. I told him to guess. He said 41. Come again?

9th of March 2010 ... Om Shiva garden restaurant

So many quiet places and I choose to be in the noisiest hotel in town< Might have to move, a lack of sleep is never good. it seemes there is a festival going on every day. Hindu's have many good traits but their choice in music is not one of them. 3 marching bands next to each other and then a baba singing with some terrible harmonium, and then in the middle of all that...horses and a cart with a statue depicting Vischnu (two days ago) or Ganesh (yesterday) on it. Having said this I have to point that this can be morning, daytime, evening or nighttime. It's very random and it can drive you insane.
So I guess I'll go and look for another place after eating my spagetti of 55Rs. I've spent way more than I should in India and I must be careful.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Bombay - Goa - Gokarna - Bombay

like a huge hairdryer...


paradoxes are everywhere in india

arriving in kudle at sunset...
arambol...
butterfly the size of a bird!

Hi y'all,

So I arrived in bombay on what seems like a century ago. Actually it's been two weeks. I got a hold of myself and immediatly booked a ticket out of Bombay, which was hard since I really love this city. Most travellers in India tend to go around it in a wide bow but I enjoy the hustle and buste of it. The hotel I always stay in is quiet which is the only thing I need really...my nightrest. If I sleep well I can deal with almost anything. I'd put the stress on almost..

So off I went to Goa, stayed at a friends place in Candaulim which must be the most touristic place in te whole of Goa and the last place I would choose but the house he stayed in is nice, I have my own room (by far the biggest room I've ever had in India) and the company was good. But Goa is not my cup of tea, never was. I'm not a very good swimmer (I float luckily, must be the airhead) and sand always seems to get everywhere.

So I left after a few days and went to Gokarna.
Now Gokarna is something else... First of all it's a very religious place with may temples, baba's, and more holy stuff like cows. It is the tiniest place and very nice to be in. But I didnt stay there I stayed in Kudle which is one beach further up. You climb over a hill, backpack and all, and then you get to the most beautiful place on earth. If God created heaven he must of had Kudle in mind.
I stayed in a tiny house made of mud just up the hill. It's a five minute walk from the beach but because it's a bit up you can hear the waves from my place. I shared my room with a million insects and the occasional dog. Since it's such a remote place I slept with the door open. My friend Damien and his best friend Marcello were staying a few metres below me in another small house so I was safe.
One day the monkeys came, snatching what they can so you better keep your food in the room with the door closed. I was woken by a loud bang on my roof, that was the first one. there were about 15 of em and they stayed for only one day. Then they left and didnt come back.
Its the sort of place I could stay for 6 months happily reading and creating things, cooking my own food and living quite peacefully. But this time I have time against me and with only two more weeks I had to move. I left at five in the morning, crying my eyes out for having to leave the dogs. Yes, the dogs. The people will be fine but in about a month monsoon starts and then it will be a struggle for life for them. The injured ones will not survive. Darwin on my mind. But compassion in my heart.

I am now in Bombay. for 24 hours. Shared a room with an English guy which made me sleep perfectly sound for a change. I've figured out that being on my own is good for my state of mind but evil on my sleeping patern. Anyways, I checked out already and if yesterdays 18 hour travel wasnt enough today will give me another 16 hours by train, yay!

I'm off to Rajastan and then off to the Kumbh Mela in Haridwar.

Untill the next one....

Love,

Me