Studies got really intense. There was not much time left for anything else. I am three days away from full completion. I started shifting my thoughts for the next leg of my journey, Amritsar. I booked a train from here to Amritsar and my flight from Amritsar to Delhi to Bangalore. Rafting is also on the agenda before I leave.
Here are some happenings for the past two weeks. I got to know my young guru Dr. Yogi Vijay Rayal. As I look deeper in the eyes of many Indians, I see many talented, highly educated, well-intentioned, spiritual, hard working, deep and sincere human beings. He happens to be one of them. He is 31 years old and has founded Maun Van Research Centre. The place is 16 kilometers from Laxman Jhula. It is the home of future Humanitarian Leaders. Dr. Rayal is currently nurturing and molding those children. He has about 20 children from the village studying there. His challenges are plenty from funds to manpower, from administrator to infrastructure. His work has just begun.
I believe God made our paths cross for a reason. I had been looking for a cause to support, not necessarily monetarily but other means where I can do my karma yoga. We made our free time a commonality and discussed how we can brainstorm the growth and sustenance of his endeavors. Though everything is so preliminary at this time, our vision, passion and intentions are bigger than any mountain obstacle. I can only smile and envision the future.
My trip here is nearly ending. The days are numbered. Everyday is planned to finish my must do list. As I reflect on many things, one thing keeps lingering, my spiritual calling. It is hard to explain what it is right now but I can feel that I am meant for a bigger purpose. India is (second) home to me. There are many reasons why I am here. Humanity is on top of the list.
Today, I wore a white dress for my shanti pooja. Yes, pooja is the right way to end my India trip. I was walking down the street to meet the driver. An Indian man, fluent in English stopped me. “Hari Om”, he greeted. “You look Indian.” He added. I’ve been mistaken for Nepalese, Korean, Japanese, Thai, Indonesian but not Indian. So I clarified, “What do you mean?” He said “You dress sensibly. I am still very upset as today, I saw a young white woman with her boyfriend by the river bank. She was naked. I told her to put her clothes on and she ignored me. So I told her again, either I call the police on you or you get slapped. That is when she put her clothes on. We are very holy here. ” he added.
This is what’s called white trash. It is just pure poor taste, low class, ignorance or pure white trash. How can someone be that ignorant? His words and actions just reinforced my opinion and thoughts of the Indians in Rishikesh.
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