Red Socks Shake the Curse....
Now all attention is on the Chicago Cubs. Bet you wonder why this matters as I sit here in India? Well, it doesn't really. But, my temporary abode came complete with cable tv (this was not something that I searched high and low for), and this morning I was able to watch game 4 in it's entirety (moon day, no yoga practice). Even had a few people over for the fun. It's interesting watch baseball over coffee.
Last night, Tina of Tina's restaurant (popular breakfast spot in Gokulam) had a special dinner as she usually does on nights before moon days. The theme was middle eastern...she made falafel, humous, a tabouleh-like salad, yogurt sauce, chapati's and finished it off with ice cream with chocolate sauce. This was a nice break from the indian food I have been enjoying. It was also a birthday celebration of sort for Youngblood Roche...the son of the well known and amazing Ashtanga teacher David Roche, and someone I have had the pleasure of getting to know better over the last several weeks. A fun evening indeed.
Yesterday after practice, I walked around the "old neighborhood" (Laxmipuram) as they call it...near where the old yoga shala used to be. I wanted to see where the yogi's used to hang out...it's a very charming area. After a late breakfast at three sisters, Harini (one of said 3 sisters) pointed me in the general direction of the old yoga shala. I took my time getting there, and passed by some familiar landmarks...and finally came upon guruji's old place. The only way one would know is by the very small sign on the front of the building. I've heard so many stories about this place...and to think of the people that had been here...and had come back so many times...well, I just had to take a moment...I'll leave it at that. I will surely be spending more time in that area in the coming weeks.
Yesterday, I traded in my scooter for a newer one. The battery in the old one was almost dead, and Shiva gave me this newer one as soon as it was available. What a difference! It starts right up in the morning...has much better shocks (my bum is thankful) and appears to have better acceleration...not that it matters all that much here. I have this ritual at night...since I have no place to store my scooter, I leave it a Shiva's house overnight (not far from my place). So, at nightfall, I drop my scooter off and walk home. That walk is so nice...you hear the sounds of the neighborhood...same dog barks at me every night, I hear that same family chanting...perhaps before/after dinner...pass the same families out for their nightly walk, smell the aroma of countless dinners being prepared, usually pass a few other yoga students...and lately I have had to hurry to beat the nightly rain shower. Once I'm home, I'll read for a while and then off to sleep. Sleeping is quite easy here...and I seem to dream more often as well.
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