Amristar - Golden Temple.
Most people, including myself until this trip, saw Indians as one. They are brown, some wear turbans. Turban sounds like Taliban and the Taliban is represented by Osama and Osama attacked America so maybe these men with turbans could attack me? I suppose I would never know if I wasn't drawn to Amristar with promise of a Golden temple.
On the train to the city I began reading about where I was going and what I was getting myself into. Supposedly there was a free bus that brought you to a free dormitory where you could eat free food and read free books at a free temple.
Ya right.
When I arrived at 5:00 in the morning I was ushered in a somewhat chaotic fashion outside the train station. In the parking lot stood a mini school bus painted bright gold. It looked something like Mrs. Frizzles magic school bus. I got in, sat down, and the bus was off.
The sun was a dark burning orange color as it slowly began to rise over the black clouds. It seemed it might be a nice day.
The bus stopped at the temple, some people began getting on the bus before people began getting off, a little bit of chaos persisted until I was pushed off.
The bus was free.
At the temple I really started to feel I was in a new world. Most men had bushy black beards that tickled to look at. All men had turbans, some were bright orange, others blue. When I asked one men about this he replied. "The turban doesn't represent anything except complete commitment. When you choose to stand out by tying your turban, you stand fearlessly as one single person standing out from six billion people. It is a most outstanding act."
Some men also had speaks, daggers, swords. All are traditional garments worn by most male Sikhs in the past, but there the past is still present.
The dormitory was easy to find. People went out of their way to show me where it was. The foreigners area consisted of 7 rooms and a large dormitory. There was a new Sony washing machine, a hot shower, and a water machine, things unheard of in a normal Indian backpackers hotel.
Everything was there for us, for free.
After freshening up I went for my first look at the mess hall. I was hungry. Inside was a canteen that served up to 30,000 people per day. The steps were simple.
1) Cover your head
2) Grab a plate
3) Go upstairs and sit down on the carpet
4) Put your plate out when you want more, take your plate in when your finished.
Men with big buckets ran down the lines of people sitting on the ground dishing out different types of food. At each meal there were usually three different types of food not including nan bread and some sweet desert. It was some of the most delicious vegetarian food I had in all of Indian.
And yes, all day, everyday, for everybody and anybody, its absolutely free!
After eating I finally had a chance to get a look at the Golden temple. It sat in the middle of a turquoise green pool where radioactively large gold fish swam. The small marble walkway, carpeted and decorated with gold bars, resembled an isle leading to a priceless treasure. And at the alter stood the Golden temple. It shined viciously in the afternoon sun and glowed softly at sunset. It was surrounded by white towers with areas to pray to the 9 different 'gurus' or teachers of their young religion. All in all it represented one of the most beautiful and atmospheric places I have ever been.
I spent a few days learning about the Sikh religion.
Its one of the worlds youngest religions starting in the 1500's
The founder Guru Nanak Dev was way ahead of his time. He preached about equality between the sexes, elimination of caste system, and the union of all people.
The more I learned about Sikhism and spent time with the extraordinarily generous people the more I frowned upon myself for being so ignorant, judgemental and racist. The Sikhs turned out out be some of the friendliest Ive met in the whole world. Everything they had they offered for free, to everyone regardless of their race, gender, or tax bracket. And where does all this money come from? From the people. They give for the benefit of the less fortunate. They have set up numerous programs for orphans, hospitals for sick, and refugees for the homeless.
"The body is the field of karma in this age; whatever you plant, you shall harvest."
Guru Granth, The 5th Guru
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Falling in Love with Taj Mahal
I'm not one to jump the gun, but I have self-diagnosed myself with the mental illness called objectphila. Me, and apparently a women from Scotland who is married to the Berlin Wall, have suffered the same fate. We have fell in love with an object.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Object_sexuality
When I first saw her my jaw dropped. I felt like a man must feel when he first sets his eyes on his bride.
She stood at the end of the lane, dressed in pearl white. Her soft curves and gentle corners stood out boldly against the bright azure sky. The closer I went the more hypnotized I became. The smooth marble exterior was freckled with the most beautiful and intricate designs. Jade green, ruby red, sapphire blue, and tantalizing mixtures of other precious elements infused to make splendid, eye-teasing patterns. Never before had I seen the sun reflect so softly off of a solid surface. I circled the geometrical symmetric building in awe. It seemed to draw life out of everything around it. As the sun began to set shimmers of golden rays reflected of the building. She looked like an angel descending from heaven. As time slowly clicked away she said her goodbyes and blushed a pleasant red. Finally she was drowned in a soft blue light.
It was hard for me to pull away. I must have turned back 5 times.
The Taj Mahal is no doubt the most beautiful building I have every seen in my whole life.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Object_sexuality
When I first saw her my jaw dropped. I felt like a man must feel when he first sets his eyes on his bride.
She stood at the end of the lane, dressed in pearl white. Her soft curves and gentle corners stood out boldly against the bright azure sky. The closer I went the more hypnotized I became. The smooth marble exterior was freckled with the most beautiful and intricate designs. Jade green, ruby red, sapphire blue, and tantalizing mixtures of other precious elements infused to make splendid, eye-teasing patterns. Never before had I seen the sun reflect so softly off of a solid surface. I circled the geometrical symmetric building in awe. It seemed to draw life out of everything around it. As the sun began to set shimmers of golden rays reflected of the building. She looked like an angel descending from heaven. As time slowly clicked away she said her goodbyes and blushed a pleasant red. Finally she was drowned in a soft blue light.
It was hard for me to pull away. I must have turned back 5 times.
The Taj Mahal is no doubt the most beautiful building I have every seen in my whole life.
Back to India
I said another sad goodbye and thought the same thoughts and I thought the last time I left. Now I kind of realise though that Shanghai, or China in the least, will always be a part of me.
I arrived in India at 3:00 AM
As soon as I stepped off the bus I was scammed.
As soon as I bought a new sleeping bag it broke.
As soon as I digested a curry I got dia..cough, couch...rreha
It was great to be back!
I'm serious.
This Indian guy once described the same thing to me. About even though India stinks and is dirty and loud and polluted and..so on; there's still something very special about it.
The heavy food, cool clothes, and somewhat destructive lifestyle of Shanghai didn't do for me anymore.
It took me about a week to get used to the constant callings of touts or taxis, the never ending noise of the nasty nutters, and the dirtiness of about almost everything, but after that everything was back to normal.
I arrived in India at 3:00 AM
As soon as I stepped off the bus I was scammed.
As soon as I bought a new sleeping bag it broke.
As soon as I digested a curry I got dia..cough, couch...rreha
It was great to be back!
I'm serious.
This Indian guy once described the same thing to me. About even though India stinks and is dirty and loud and polluted and..so on; there's still something very special about it.
The heavy food, cool clothes, and somewhat destructive lifestyle of Shanghai didn't do for me anymore.
It took me about a week to get used to the constant callings of touts or taxis, the never ending noise of the nasty nutters, and the dirtiness of about almost everything, but after that everything was back to normal.
Happy Niu Year
Niu means Ox and this year, 2008, is the year of the ox. Not only that but its also my year. The ox is said to be strong, loyal, handsome and trustworthy, all attributes I humbling acknowledge possessing.
This year was the 4th Chinese New year I've celebrated. From Singapore to Kunming, Beijing to Shanghai, every Chinese New year is full of fun. This year, although a little lonely, was also a little exciting. We managed to motivate a mob of men to manhandle the male police as we made a magnificent flying mickymoogin.
A mickymoogin is a a word I just made up to describe a flying prayer. They are like a bag but made of very thin paper. At the bottom a very thin wire is attached where a candle is put. Once you light the candle the bag is filled with hot air and the prayer is sent into the sky.
This year was the 4th Chinese New year I've celebrated. From Singapore to Kunming, Beijing to Shanghai, every Chinese New year is full of fun. This year, although a little lonely, was also a little exciting. We managed to motivate a mob of men to manhandle the male police as we made a magnificent flying mickymoogin.
A mickymoogin is a a word I just made up to describe a flying prayer. They are like a bag but made of very thin paper. At the bottom a very thin wire is attached where a candle is put. Once you light the candle the bag is filled with hot air and the prayer is sent into the sky.
Shanghai Days
Shanghai days were busy at first.
Echo and I took a very romantic vacation to Hangzhou. Marco Polo once said that it was the most beautiful city on earth. The fully intact old town brought us right back to the early years of Chinese civilization. We toured a pharmacy that had been open for hundreds of years. Inside fumes of ancient herbs mixed with old lady to create a somewhat perplexing odour. In the back we found a doctor with hair white as snow, smoking away and writing prescriptions - just like the good ole days!
We went for a romantic boat ride to an island with another lake inside. From there we could glimpse three pavilions that were put in the lake over 1000 years ago. It is said, with a somewhat strangely romantic tone, that the old emperors used to come here with their second nipples (mistresses) and get them pregnant.
How romantic
As Echo had to work I spent the rest of my days walking around Shanghai. The economic crisis seems not to have hit China. Its full on materialistic all the way. The expensive shops were bustling, the food courts were packed, and the streets were lined with red cows.
The cows in China are nothing like the ones in India; they dont move, they're red, and they're not permanent.
On January 25th they celebrate the New Year. This year, my year, is the year of the Ox.
Echo and I took a very romantic vacation to Hangzhou. Marco Polo once said that it was the most beautiful city on earth. The fully intact old town brought us right back to the early years of Chinese civilization. We toured a pharmacy that had been open for hundreds of years. Inside fumes of ancient herbs mixed with old lady to create a somewhat perplexing odour. In the back we found a doctor with hair white as snow, smoking away and writing prescriptions - just like the good ole days!
We went for a romantic boat ride to an island with another lake inside. From there we could glimpse three pavilions that were put in the lake over 1000 years ago. It is said, with a somewhat strangely romantic tone, that the old emperors used to come here with their second nipples (mistresses) and get them pregnant.
How romantic
As Echo had to work I spent the rest of my days walking around Shanghai. The economic crisis seems not to have hit China. Its full on materialistic all the way. The expensive shops were bustling, the food courts were packed, and the streets were lined with red cows.
The cows in China are nothing like the ones in India; they dont move, they're red, and they're not permanent.
On January 25th they celebrate the New Year. This year, my year, is the year of the Ox.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Chinese New Year in Shanghai
I left Shanghai 5 months ago thinking that it would be a very long time before I ever saw it again. It was an emotional day when I left. I shed some tears. I remember gazing out at the city as the train left Shanghai thinking, "I wonder how much this place will change?"
Well cities change, people change, plans change. And in my situation everything seemed to happen very very fast
Echo and I decided to meet for the Chinese New year in Shanghai at 2:00 Pm
At 4:00PM I had bought tickets.
At 6:00 PM I was on the 'Super Fast' train bound for Delhi.
It took the 'Super Fast' train 6 hours to go 300 Km. I arrived at the Delhi International airport at 1:00 am.
12 hours later I was in Shanghai
Echo, my friends and amazing Chinese food were all things that never left my thoughts. But other things, simple things, I just seemed to take for granted before.
"Wow, its clean and cold!" I remarked when on the bus.
"Wow, the buildings really look like something out of a sci-fi movie!" I also remarked on the bus.
"Wow, that's expensive!" I couldn't help but saying when the bus fair cost as much as one day of drinking, eating, and sleeping in India did.
It seemed that India had somewhat distorted my understanding of money and urban planning, shrank my stomach and increased my sensitvity to the cold, and later I was to learn, opened my mind.
Echo and I had dinner at a revolving restaurant that night. As Shanghai span around me the shock of jumping from one culture to a completely new one finally began to settle in.
I was so happy to be with Echo, it was amazing seeing my friends, but there something about Shanghai that didn't feel right.
Well cities change, people change, plans change. And in my situation everything seemed to happen very very fast
Echo and I decided to meet for the Chinese New year in Shanghai at 2:00 Pm
At 4:00PM I had bought tickets.
At 6:00 PM I was on the 'Super Fast' train bound for Delhi.
It took the 'Super Fast' train 6 hours to go 300 Km. I arrived at the Delhi International airport at 1:00 am.
12 hours later I was in Shanghai
Echo, my friends and amazing Chinese food were all things that never left my thoughts. But other things, simple things, I just seemed to take for granted before.
"Wow, its clean and cold!" I remarked when on the bus.
"Wow, the buildings really look like something out of a sci-fi movie!" I also remarked on the bus.
"Wow, that's expensive!" I couldn't help but saying when the bus fair cost as much as one day of drinking, eating, and sleeping in India did.
It seemed that India had somewhat distorted my understanding of money and urban planning, shrank my stomach and increased my sensitvity to the cold, and later I was to learn, opened my mind.
Echo and I had dinner at a revolving restaurant that night. As Shanghai span around me the shock of jumping from one culture to a completely new one finally began to settle in.
I was so happy to be with Echo, it was amazing seeing my friends, but there something about Shanghai that didn't feel right.
Delhi do's and donts
Delhi 3:00 AM
I limped out of the Delhi station with a toe poking our of my news shoes. The peasant man who stole my was polite enough to leave me with his, as ugly, torn, and smelly as they were.
I walked into the cold night. The ground was mucky as the road, conveniently just outside the Delhi station, was being redone. Ahead of me three lines of gauntly lit lights drooped on dirt awnings. A cow stood in the middle of the road looking at me blindly. Beside him two men sat on their heels crouched over a burning piece of plastic.
Ahhh Delhi.
My hotel was easy to find and within minutes I was checked in and in bed sleeping. I had things to do in Delhi and I needed to be up early to do them.
I limped out of the Delhi station with a toe poking our of my news shoes. The peasant man who stole my was polite enough to leave me with his, as ugly, torn, and smelly as they were.
I walked into the cold night. The ground was mucky as the road, conveniently just outside the Delhi station, was being redone. Ahead of me three lines of gauntly lit lights drooped on dirt awnings. A cow stood in the middle of the road looking at me blindly. Beside him two men sat on their heels crouched over a burning piece of plastic.
Ahhh Delhi.
My hotel was easy to find and within minutes I was checked in and in bed sleeping. I had things to do in Delhi and I needed to be up early to do them.
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