I have an image featured on the Indian Youth Congress website!
This is the screenshot in case it moves.
This is the original image.
Neato.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Rafting in Rishikesh
Today I went with Matt, Matt and Ko to Rishikesh to raft the Ganga. I didn't take pictures but wow was it fun! For some 17 km we rafted, rode rapids and jumped in and floated down the river. We even got to do some cliff jumping, though it was only maybe 20-25ft or so. It's higher than it looks!
Today I saw a few kids all dressed up and painted to look like a god. A man in similar fashion tried to put a tilak on my forehead. And of course, it was impossible to walk through the bazaar without being assaulted by "hello! yes please! you see my shop! large variety! high quality! yes sir, please sir!" Or the hundreds of beggars - sadhus (men of renunciation), crippled, elderly, women, and children.
It was interesting thinking of how many come to take a holy dip in this river. Others go to dump their garbage. And others to raft. And some all three I'm sure. What a strange object of worship.
Matt had an interesting thought as we ate at The Third Eye "restaurent" overlooking the Ganges. "I wonder how many people come to this place seeking some sort of spiritual high and leave feeling no different than when they came." Only finding a nice place to rest, but no enlightenment.
We walked past a huge temple across the Lakshman Jhula. Dozens of ornately decorated and sculpted gods. Most with several faces, many hands and feet. Some of love. Some of wrath. Any can be The god of your life. So many gods, so many paths.
I'll never complain about Nebraska roads again.
Today I saw a few kids all dressed up and painted to look like a god. A man in similar fashion tried to put a tilak on my forehead. And of course, it was impossible to walk through the bazaar without being assaulted by "hello! yes please! you see my shop! large variety! high quality! yes sir, please sir!" Or the hundreds of beggars - sadhus (men of renunciation), crippled, elderly, women, and children.
It was interesting thinking of how many come to take a holy dip in this river. Others go to dump their garbage. And others to raft. And some all three I'm sure. What a strange object of worship.
Matt had an interesting thought as we ate at The Third Eye "restaurent" overlooking the Ganges. "I wonder how many people come to this place seeking some sort of spiritual high and leave feeling no different than when they came." Only finding a nice place to rest, but no enlightenment.
We walked past a huge temple across the Lakshman Jhula. Dozens of ornately decorated and sculpted gods. Most with several faces, many hands and feet. Some of love. Some of wrath. Any can be The god of your life. So many gods, so many paths.
I'll never complain about Nebraska roads again.
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