Jet Airwyas exceeded my standards. Leg space, good food, good entertainment. The crazy thing was on the way home. It was night and the taxi had no side mirrors. And the dude probably broke all the traffic rules I can think of. But he got us home safe, and on time. And the driver was this muslim dude with a skull cap but with a big, proud orange Om on his windscreen. Religious harmony? Nah, maybe its not his taxi.
As I sleep in my bed, I hear sounds from about half a kilometer away. They sound like explosions. Well they've got really strong fireworks here which sound like explosives. But this doesn't sound like fire crackers. It is a very regular sounding "bang, bang, bang" and it has this "call and response" air to in. I tighten up and try not to think about that and eventually fall alseep.
We take the train to go up norther. To see one of my grand mas. She's really old now and reminds me of a little girl the way she talks. Her hair is pitch white which contrasts her dark skin.
Regardless of the kind of house folks live in, I think what eventually counts is the way they treat you personally. Even the most dinghy house is an amazing luxury if the people of the house treat you with a lot of love. And the most palatial mansion is just a hotel room if the occupants treat you like crap. I know where I would rather stay.
I finally end up at Pune. And the place where I'm at, they have a pet snake. Fucking snake as a pet, in a jar (looks like this http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Smooth_Green_Snake.jpg ). They catch toads and feed it. It just grabs em and swallows em down, inch by inch. I actually spend hours just staring at it slither around its glassy abode.
I kind of miss my friends a bit. We hung out and our house on tuesday, then went for a barbeque the night before the trip. And the folks at camp =(.
My dad had to meet someone at this temple. There was this sign there that said something along the lines of "Resist the Denigration of Our Gods". It's a bit different thinking about this as an atheist. But it is starting to make a lot of sense now. Why don't Hindus use Jesus or Mohamad (pbuh) the way western designers use Hindu deities?
1. Its not cool. They just look like people
2. Will get you into a lot of trouble with some people (did someone try cartoons b4?)
3. They are seen as "generally" sacred. Most Hindus have drilled into their heads phrases like : "Self realised souls such as Krishna, Jesus, Mohammad, Buddha etc" which means that hindus will not use such figures in a non-sacred way. Though phrases like the above piss the shit out of followers of those figures, the non-hindu/buddhist ones at least =P
How do you stop people from using your Gods inappropriately?
1. Export them as sacred.
2. Manufacture stories about how Gucci got into a card crash when he made a "Goddess Sandal"
3. Use violence.
I bet there is a better solution but I its tricky. I do not feel like thinking about it since I have bigger fish to fry.
Till next time.
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Hi. Welcome to Epiblast! The name is partly inspired by PZ Myers famous blog, Pharyngula partly by the fact that the epiblast, a simple tissue in a developing embryo (labelled 5), gives rise, eventually, to virtually everything inside our body. It's a metaphor for how some of our simple, fundamental ideas vastly affect the other aspects of our life. This blog covers my interests; usually science, medicine, atheism, religion. I might sneak in a bit of philosophy or magic if I feel like it. I warn you, the discussion gets uncomfortable and I come to conclusions which are unconventional, maybe contradictory to yours. Don't go crying to someone if you are offended.
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