Jodhpur, India
Sitting in my new room, I am consumed by lethargy ... two days of fierce heat and zealous exploration have removed any sense of coherence from my thoughts. Sleep should be on the menu, but I am currently being served endless swaths of noise pollution. It appears to be the beginning of Dussehra, a Hindu festival marking the victory of Durga over evil forces, the destruction of Vasanas (subjectivity, selfishness, and desire), and the achievement of the deepest self. The only victory over evil forces, I seek at present, is the clubbing into oblivion of the amp from my neighbour's driveway which is saturating our colony with live ritualistic Hindu paeans. Clearly, I have not yet realized the latter two aspects of this festival. Something to strive for, but in the meantime ... where is that bloody cricket bat?
With little hope of slumbering peacefully ( ... or crippling the amp), I have resigned myself to attempting the relatively laborious task of penning my reflections from the past days. Strictly speaking, I do not mean to insinuate that this blog is either taxing or a burden; rather, in my current state anything could be considered taxing or a burden. Regardless, in terms of events, the last few days have been as packed as most Rajasthani autorickshaws.
Oh wait ... what perfect timing! The amp is coming down ... I suppose my adventures from the past days will have to wait for my next post. I'm going to hit the hay.
Sitting in my new room, I am consumed by lethargy ... two days of fierce heat and zealous exploration have removed any sense of coherence from my thoughts. Sleep should be on the menu, but I am currently being served endless swaths of noise pollution. It appears to be the beginning of Dussehra, a Hindu festival marking the victory of Durga over evil forces, the destruction of Vasanas (subjectivity, selfishness, and desire), and the achievement of the deepest self. The only victory over evil forces, I seek at present, is the clubbing into oblivion of the amp from my neighbour's driveway which is saturating our colony with live ritualistic Hindu paeans. Clearly, I have not yet realized the latter two aspects of this festival. Something to strive for, but in the meantime ... where is that bloody cricket bat?
With little hope of slumbering peacefully ( ... or crippling the amp), I have resigned myself to attempting the relatively laborious task of penning my reflections from the past days. Strictly speaking, I do not mean to insinuate that this blog is either taxing or a burden; rather, in my current state anything could be considered taxing or a burden. Regardless, in terms of events, the last few days have been as packed as most Rajasthani autorickshaws.
Oh wait ... what perfect timing! The amp is coming down ... I suppose my adventures from the past days will have to wait for my next post. I'm going to hit the hay.
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