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India’s love of acronyms (or ILoA)
It was my first visit to India and I was staying in a hotel in New Delhi’s East of Kailash—a neighbourhood that always makes me think of the sunrise face of Tibet’s holiest mountain with which it has nothing in … Continue reading
The end of the inner selfie
We have come to regard the universe as little more than our personal Paparazzi, with lenses zooming in and out in relation to our activities on the World Stage. Every ‘click’ is another reassurance that we are somehow solid, permanent and important. It is our misery that deserves the most attention. It is our happiness that is the most desirable. But how is this possible on a planet of almost seven billion people? Continue reading
Posted in epoche
Tagged advaita, auto rickshaw, Buddhism, celebrity, constellations, desert, Desert Fathers, extras, India, Jaisalmer, Jesus, Jodhpur, journal, Milky Way, non-duality, Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, Paparazzi, philosophy, Qawwali, Raj, Rajasthan, self-inquiry, selfie, solo female traveler, spirituality, Swami Atmananda, Thar desert, travel, travel writing
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Journey of a neopilgrim – Kedarnath (part 3 of 4)
‘Anything you are attached to, give that. Go to the places that scare you.’ Machik Lapdrön In the high plateau under the gaze of snow-capped mountains Puttiah ambles away in the direction of the temple. I wonder where he plans … Continue reading
Posted in epoche, Rose Apple Island
Tagged female traveler, floods, Himalayas, Hindu, Hinduism, India, journal, June 2013, Kedarnath, natural disaster, pilgrim, pilgrimage, Shiva, solo traveler, spirituality, Tandava, temple, travel, trek, trekking, Uttarakhand, yatra, yatri
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Near and far…
It takes modern-day luxuries like time and space to slip under the surface, to cultivate a way of seeing that involves more than retinas and optic nerves. On the surface, fog obscures the distant things. I watch it now, brushing … Continue reading
Posted in epoche
Tagged Dharamsala, fog, journal, mountains, neighbours, photography, travel, writing
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The unforgettable Mr Sharif
I boasted among men that I had known you. They see your pictures in all works of mine… I put my tales of you into lingering songs. The secret gushes from my heart. Rabindranath Tagore Mr. Sharif parted the crowds … Continue reading
Posted in epoche, Moving on...., Rose Apple Island
Tagged guru, humor, India, Jaipur, Jaipur literary festival, Jaisalmer, journal, Rajasthan, Rudyard Kipling, sex, solo female traveler, taxi driver, travel, Varanasi
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A Cork in Time Saves Infinity
The rhythmic dipping of the oars in the Ganga was to Sunil the same as the ticking of the Grandfather Clock in her grandma’s hallway. The boat, the clock, the river—were all metaphors for time. The east bank’s eternal fires, … Continue reading
Smelling the pickles
The drunken Turk mirrored my movements as I leaned first to the left and then the right, trying to avoid him as he approached. But he had me in some kind of arak-soaked-force-field. Before I knew it his substantially muscled … Continue reading
Posted in epoche
Tagged arak, drunk, female traveler, Greek Cypriot, journal, London, London underground, North London, Seven Sisters, solo traveler, travel, Turk, West Green, West Green Rd
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Audio Journey of a Neo Pilgrim
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Posted in Kashi, Rose Apple Island
Tagged audio, Benares, Bodhgaya, Inda, journal, pilgrimage, radio, River Ganges, sound, travel, Varanasi
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Wrestling Oysters
It began with a hearing glitch. “Are you resting on those stairs?” Siddhartha had come over for lunch that day. Had been winded by the time he’d reached my door. He was referring to the four flights of concrete steps … Continue reading
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