on my own (again for the first time): paharganj, delhi - december 22, 2006
i've been in delhi for 3 days. about 2 hours ago, i sent bonniema off the to airport to fly back to canada. i can't believe she does this four times a year. she's unstoppable and apparently inexhaustible.
unlike me.
i stop. i exhaust. rinse. repeat.
it's late (for me: see stop, exhaust, etc.): 10:23pm Dec 22. i was staying at the YMCA with bonnie for the last 2 nights. the irregular lumps of fluffy cotton batting-like material in the front gardens nicely set off the cardboard santas, jesus, mary and joseph, but i found the xmas lights a little too baroque. but then, this is india.
now i'm at the Hotel Ajanta in the chaotic district of Paharganj (thank you grant robinson, whoever you are), which in some ways resembles Thamel in Kathmandu. but it's india. (see also this take on the chaos. oh and this one, too.)
i'm going to speak to the hotel's inhouse travel agency tomorrow morning about getting to the Taj Mahal in Agra and to Jaipur. i'll think about whether i want to go further into Rajasthan, or save some time for Hampi in Maharashtra before heading much further south to Kerala. i have to remind myself not to rush the evolution of preference. it unfolds in extra dimensions outside of the usual spacetime continuum.
sidenote oddity: i said au revoir to my Danish friend, Mie, in Boudha on December 19 (remember her? we met at Kopan. she of the once-beautiful, full head of long, blonde dreds, now-beautiful with one dred and a shaved head). she was leaving for Denmark and the next segment of her journey--a 6-month course to qualify for a 6-year art program at the most prestigious art academy in Denmark. i suggested NASCAD as an alternative. :o) anyway....apart from sharing a tendency toward compulsive thinking (who me? what?), we've also both experienced flashes of homelessness, what Mie characterized in her lovely Danglish as "sort of a picture, with a feeling". yes. perfect. neither of us can explain our individual experiences of this peculiar phenomenon, nor the fact that we've both had it.
ok, actually, that's not just a sidenote, but i'm rinsing and repeating, so that means i should go to bed. now. full stop.
in the event, or the meantime, whichever comes first: may all of your holidays be filled with clown noses, polka dot fritters and the occasional gulab jamun.
ps: why do people--including me--lapse into patent falsehood as rhetorical flourish, e.g "i can't wait to [whatever]"? because, like, clearly i can. clearly i will.
clearly i must.
"when you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music....work is love made visible"
unlike me.
i stop. i exhaust. rinse. repeat.
it's late (for me: see stop, exhaust, etc.): 10:23pm Dec 22. i was staying at the YMCA with bonnie for the last 2 nights. the irregular lumps of fluffy cotton batting-like material in the front gardens nicely set off the cardboard santas, jesus, mary and joseph, but i found the xmas lights a little too baroque. but then, this is india.
now i'm at the Hotel Ajanta in the chaotic district of Paharganj (thank you grant robinson, whoever you are), which in some ways resembles Thamel in Kathmandu. but it's india. (see also this take on the chaos. oh and this one, too.)
i'm going to speak to the hotel's inhouse travel agency tomorrow morning about getting to the Taj Mahal in Agra and to Jaipur. i'll think about whether i want to go further into Rajasthan, or save some time for Hampi in Maharashtra before heading much further south to Kerala. i have to remind myself not to rush the evolution of preference. it unfolds in extra dimensions outside of the usual spacetime continuum.
sidenote oddity: i said au revoir to my Danish friend, Mie, in Boudha on December 19 (remember her? we met at Kopan. she of the once-beautiful, full head of long, blonde dreds, now-beautiful with one dred and a shaved head). she was leaving for Denmark and the next segment of her journey--a 6-month course to qualify for a 6-year art program at the most prestigious art academy in Denmark. i suggested NASCAD as an alternative. :o) anyway....apart from sharing a tendency toward compulsive thinking (who me? what?), we've also both experienced flashes of homelessness, what Mie characterized in her lovely Danglish as "sort of a picture, with a feeling". yes. perfect. neither of us can explain our individual experiences of this peculiar phenomenon, nor the fact that we've both had it.
ok, actually, that's not just a sidenote, but i'm rinsing and repeating, so that means i should go to bed. now. full stop.
in the event, or the meantime, whichever comes first: may all of your holidays be filled with clown noses, polka dot fritters and the occasional gulab jamun.
ps: why do people--including me--lapse into patent falsehood as rhetorical flourish, e.g "i can't wait to [whatever]"? because, like, clearly i can. clearly i will.
clearly i must.
"when you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music....work is love made visible"
-- The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran
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