Something to think about…

September 30, 2011

Isn’t man an amazing animal? He kills wildlife by the millions in order to protect his domestic animals and their feed. Then he kills domestic animals by the billions and eats them. This in turn kills man by the millions cause eating all those animals leads to degenerative – and fatal- health conditions like heart disease, kidney disease and cancer. So then man tortures and kills millions more animals to look for cures for these diseases. Elsewhere, millions of other human beings are killed by hunger and malnutrition because food they could eat is being used to fatten domestic animals. Meanwhile, some people are dying of sad laughter at the absurdity of man, who kills so easily and so violently, and once a year sends out cards praying for “Peace on Earth”.

– Pre-face from Old McDonald’s Factory Farm. by David Coates

Tibetan Hospital

September 29, 2011

Maybe it’s the days on the dirty dusty roads in Delhi or my cold or the high altitude in the himalayas or a combination of it all, but my lungs just couldn’t take much more and went crazy again. So I ended up in a tibetan hospital. Just try and imagine a “hospital” where all the nurses are beautifully dressed in their traditional tibetan dresses and their long black hair in braids, the interns are young cool guys in converse, monks are running around the whole place (some of them in prayer) and there in a little room, there’s me in a wheelchair and a air-thing attached to my mouth. It’s a very small room, but there was no problem squeezing in another guy in the single room. The nurses open the lock of a pot (yes, a cooking pot) where she kept all her cotton supplies and in walks a dog. So me, a man in pain, a doctor, three nurses and two interns plus my sister and the dog on these tiny 2*2 square meters : ) And still it was better than any other hospital I’ve been too in the west.

Reunion Deli

September 28, 2011

It was only three months ago but I was so incredibly happy to finally reunite with my Nepali sister Devika. She’s one of the greatest and most inspiring women I met in my life. She’s a very very special lady and she’s also attending Dalai Lamas teachings in the northern parts of India so we agreed to go together. Her movie producing boyfriend Hamilton came down from Dharamsala too and it was a nice reunion : )

Majnu Ta Killa

September 27, 2011

Majnu Ta Killa is a heaven compared to central delhi. In fact, anything is a heaven compared to the city that some gods -if not all of them- must have forgotten. This is in the outskirts and the neighborhood is actually a tibetan refugee camp. Well, I love Tibetans, I love Tibetan food, they are clean and calm (read not screaming) very harmonic buddhists and the energy in the place is just very calming. After getting my first plate of Momo’s (steamed veg dumplings Tibetan style) we explored the little area and the temple there. Everywhere there’s articles and printouts about the situation in Tibet (that’s just getting worse) and the monk who put fire on himself as a statement against everything. All I have to say about this is that I truly wish Tibet will be free someday. How can we call us humans and still contribute with so much suffering to the world. How can we harm each other this way? Free Tibet!!!!!

New Delhi

September 26, 2011

The city that never gets quiet. You are constantly surrounded by tuc-tuc’s, riksawshs, people is running around everywhere, sellers are running after you trying to sell you crap, everyone is trying to rip you off, there’s cows on the streets, there’s poor people sleeping on the side of the street, you have a dirty looking indian frying samosas on the streets, next to him is two men standing and peeing (yes peeing in the middle of everything) the dust is up in your nose and eyes so they are constantly itching. A family of five all smashed up on a motor-bike pass you with two centimeters. Ahhh, and the sound. Imagine 500,000 cars horning at the same time. The traffic is not moving. The small way you had to take a rickshaw between the metro and your place seems forever and it’s impossible to move. You give up and start walking. Everyone is screaming. The smell is just killing you. You finally get back to your neighborhood, in our case Paharganja, also called the back-packer ghetto. It’s very ghetto but very not back-packer. It’s all a practice in patience cause you know you might loose your temper and hurt someone any second. You don’t know to scream or laugh at the waiter who’s trying to convince you that 350 rupees is local price for a Thali when you know it’s actually 50. When you give up trying to book your own train ticket cause the online page just crash and you hang out at the counter at the train operator for an hour and you are negotiating about a price. And then you wait and wait. And then he looks at you like he just saw you and asks where you are going. Which city and when? How’s that even possible??? When you’re politely trying to correct the guy who just came in from nowhere and suddenly is in front of you in the line, he just looks at you and say “Welcome to India, In India no rules”. Gee thanks. Lesson learned.

Me, Me, Me

September 25, 2011

I’m just so sick and tired of meeting travelers that just talk about themselves constantly. You don’t even ask them anything or seem interested but it’s like they’ve been locked in a cave for weeks and you are the first person they run into and they have so much to tell you. So annoying, so time-consuming, energy-stealing. I even left a vegan cooking class in Bangkok because of a american guy coming in too late to sit next to me and just talk about himself. Did it ever cross he’s little mind that no-one cares where he’s been, where’s he’s going, details about his trips, just random information about himself. No-one answered, no-one even cared but he just kept going. Not only travelers do this. A woman in a yoga class in India did something very similar but almost worse. She inturrepted me in my meditation to ask where I was from (only to be able to start a dialogue) and then just kept talking about her daughter that moved to London and have a very fine degree in who cares. I just laid down in Savasana closing my eyes to give her a hint about me not wanting to talk. She didn’t get it, at all! When I went quit and stopped answering, she just continued about her daughter again. Crazy!! I don’t know what’s wrong with people sometimes.

Arty talk

September 21, 2011

Shannon is this really cool guy from Bangkok that I was hanging out with the last time I was here. He’s into contact impulse dance and yoga but his really an artist. In a short time, we became really good friends. I love his paintings. Unfourtenetly, he’s really broke at the moment and had to sell of most of his beautiful paintings really cheap to tourists who refuse to pay him what they’re actually worth. He’s really not asking for much, but it does take him so much time to finish one painting and the amount he gets for it is ridiculous. But as I learned after a few months in Pokhara, poverty gives birth to creativity (all the Nepali kids are born artists in one way or another). So shannon is now doing these mood inspired sketches of his on the back of pages ripped from a novel (hopefully a sad love story or something). He’s selling them and saving the money to buy proper materials to paint again. So out of he’s brokeness, a really cool idea was born. I love that you can peak some of the old tai text on the yellowed paper.

“if we, the citizens, do not support our artists, then we sacrifice our imagination, the altar of crude reality and we end up believing in nothing and having worthless dress”. Yann Martel

 

Casa Joy, Bangkok

September 20, 2011

I love the notes Joy have all over her apartment with good thought and quotes. She even have them in the bathroom so she can see them while showering. She is this kind of person who brings out the best in you and make you start to think. She always says that life is about happiness and about living in the moment and give love : )

Yoga Maffia,

September 20, 2011

I was meeting up with my yoga friends to practice and share the energy of a saturday yoga class together when Joy suggested us to do 108 sun salutations instead. It sounded much easier than it was. It’s amazing how you can do things you didn’t think you could and the mat once again proves itself to be a place where magic does happen. And when things like this can happen during yoga, they surely do in daily life too. Practicing different things in yoga is to learn that we can do more than we think, we learn patience, we learn that continually practice can get you where you want to be. It also teaches you to be nice to yourself, to never force you into anything your not ready for or aren’t’ confident with. Yoga is a practice of life, and to be able to share this practice with great friends, old friends and even new friends is a bliss. Thanks everyone who participated in the 108 sun salutations and shared amazing energy together. 108 sun salutations because 108 is the secret number of the body and it releases so much tension and energy. It’s very mediative and it works very well as a purification method. Afterwards you’ll feel greater than ever (the aching thighs and legs comes the day after).

Real time

September 14, 2011

There’s loads of art galleries in Tel Aviv, but at this place, they were showing what people is searching for in google real time. So while we were sitting there, we could view exactly what people were searching for that second. Facebook (well, I could write ten pages about my opinion of that, but I guess it’s part of living in 2011), but Barbie College..eeehhh..