Puducherry Is All About Spirituality

Puducherry had been on my agenda since last three years, every time I planned a visit, something went wrong and I had to cancel it. This year too, I fell and sprained my foot, one month before the visit but I decided to go even though I was in pain.

Most of our time was spend attending 21^st Yoga festival. Lectures, workshops and cultural programs drained out three days of our visit but it was enlightening and a good learning experience. Learnt a lot about meditation and the exercises.

During the last two days of our visit, we did spend time touring around the city visiting temples, beaches and also went for a boat ride.

We were staying in the White Town, that has the French influence everywhere. There are bistros and quaint restaurants all along the promenade. It is soothing and comfortable to spend the evenings sipping cups of coffee, dining or walking down, closer to the sea, for an evening walk.

We stayed in the Ashram’s New Guest House and really loved the solitude and the cleanliness of this place. There was a waterfall and rock garden in the center of this house, just outside the canteen.

We spend a day walking around Sri Aurobindo ashram. This Ashram has played a significant role in socio-economic-spiritual fabric of Puducherry. We went to embroidery section, dining hall and also to handicraft boutique.

We were not allowed to click pictures inside the ashram, but it was very beautiful. There was a Samadhi in the center of the compound and great variety of colorful flowerpots everywhere. There was a sweet, heady fragrance of fresh flowers. People sat all around in meditative posture, silent and calm. We entered a small bookstall; the librarian briefed us about the methods of spiritual practice of Sri Aurobindo and The Mother and introduced us to some of the books on display. 

About 12 kms away from Pondicherry is the Auroville – the town of peace and humanity, we visited the next day. The peace there was, everywhere. Since I had hurt my foot, I could hardly walk but few steps.

The bus dropped us at quite a distance, and I walked slowly with support of my friend into the interiors along the muddy path, passing through nursery of potted plants, into the vast area that housed library, exhibition hall, restaurant, we reached another bus stop, to take the transport towards the golden globe called Matrimandal.

This is the place, one can spend the whole day, walking or cycling. There is so much peace and tranquility. I saw many people cycling around, which is a perfect mode of moving around in this town that can actually accommodate 50,000 people.

I took a jeep to go towards the Matrimandal but it dropped us at the gate and there was yet another long distance to walk.

I walked halfway, but returned to sit down under shade.

Soon my friends came back disappointed, they didn’t know that one could enter inside the dome only after 2pm and a special permission had to be sought for entrance inside the Matrimandal.

The main purpose for visiting this dome is the 70cms spherical crystal, about the size of a beach ball. This sphere sits on a gold plate base in the womb of the Buckyball. The effect is theatrically mystical, with light and mirrors adding to the effect. 

Seems like I will have to go back to experience the city of puducherry all over again when I am in better health and have more freedom to explore the city...

Traveling in Indian Railways

Two years ago I had travelled by train from Bangkok to Thanaleg, and it was a great experience. The journey was comfortable and quite luxurious too.

Last week I travelled by Indian railways from Mumbai to Pondicherry. I wanted to experience the train journey in India but was highly disappointed.  There is only one 1^st class compartment in the train (I was told) that is apparently always booked (for VIPs perhaps) so the next best choice was to travel in 2^nd class 2-tier AC.

As I walked on the station towards my compartment, I passed general compartment that smelt strongly of urine. The platform was crowded. There were too many people waiting at the station with not enough benches to sit, many people sat on the ground, littered with filth and stink.

The tickets were booked on line by the fellow passengers. I was surprised to see that senior citizens had been allotted upper berth while youngster enjoyed the lower berth. How do they expect seniors to climb to the upper berth? I saw one woman struggling to climb to the upper berth, balancing her feet on narrow short ladder, trying to push her weight upwards towards the seat,  its not easy. I think the booking computers should be set in such a way that senior citizens get lower berth by default.

As the journey began, I saw a woman bring out a big chain to secure her luggage under the seat. She chained all her luggage and inserted a huge lock saying that theft was the common occurrence in trains and many people get robbed during the journey.

Robbery can take place only when there are unauthorized personals in the compartment. I cannot pinpoint a thief , but there were continuous stream of hawkers in the compartment, it seemed like we were in a local train. I was told that there was no pantry car in the train hence the hawkers. Did they have a valid ticket to travel in 2^nd Class AC? How can there be security if we have vendors crawling in the compartment all the time? These are the people who watch the passengers closely, observing and scheming their next move. While they wait by the seat, they notice every movement of the passenger and evaluate which are the easy targets and how they can succeed in stealing the passenger without being caught.

So, some fellow passengers entertained every hawker, since there is nothing else to do but to eat or to sleep. The food attracts insects, cockroaches and rats therefore I was not surprised when people started jumping and shouting when they had rats scurrying under their feet.

One of my friends sent me this picture of 1^st class compartment.

Many passengers misuse the seats which is meant only for sitting. if the luggage is kept on the seat, there is likely to be a tear on the seats. The people too have to be disciplined. I cannot put the entire blame on railway authorities but if there is Railway Protection Force (RPF) stationed in each compartment, many things could be in order and the train journey could be a pleasure to ride.

Because train journey can be so enjoyable if these small discomforts are taken care of. The view outside the window is beautiful. From 5pm to 7pm, I watched the sun play games as the sky turned from bright red, to pink to dark blue, the scene changed from rows of tall palm trees to plains to hills, to lakes and then through village dotted with mud houses.

The plus point of the train journey is the rhythm of the movement, I lay stretched on the seat, the swinging motion inside the berth lulls me back to sleep.

I don’t see such kind of pleasures in air travel…….

The Year That It Was- 2014

2014 as been a fantastic year even though I had started the year with a pain (fracture in my knee and couldn’t walk for a month) and ended with a pain (foot sprain and homebound for full month of December.

But then that’s life. Pain is the part of my life, otherwise this has been a very eventful year.

January witnessed a family reunion at Jaipur during the family wedding. Even though I was in pain, and the cold was unbearable for me but spending time with my cousins was rewarding.

During the first three months of the year clicked pictures for #100HappyDays with my FB virtual friends celebrating life in pictures

A trip to Krabi and Bangkok during the month of June was very eventful. Attended a family wedding that was quite different from the other weddings in the sense it was very informal and very exciting.

June was also the month of the release of my cookbook #SindhiCusine, that I launched in Krabi at the beach party and it has been a great success.

September was the special month, much excitement over the redevelopment of my 50years old building. I have moved to a rented place for two years and looking forward to going back to a brand new house after two years

This year also saw the graduation in medicine of my niece, of whom I am very proud.

There have been many poetry and literature events that I have attended during this year but the online story contest was fun where I grouped with 10 more bloggers and created a story during the month of August to celebrate Blogging.

This year made 20 new friends during my trip to Lonavala, same age, same taste, a group of friends I hope to hold on for life.

On the creative front, have made three paintings in acrylics, all given away in gifts (for house warming and wedding gifts)

Most of my reading has been done online, reading stories on Flipboard, ISSU and friend’s blogs but offline, I have managed to read only six books during this year.

Greatest happiness was that my school completed 25 years of service and there was a great celebration this year.

Unfortunately, I lost one close friend Monika pant who succumbed to Cancer. A good writer and a friend.

Have been very active on my food blog this year, visiting different restaurants and reviewing products and hotels. Have made overall around 193 blog posts this year.

Have no plans for the next year, don't know what improvement I need, what went wrong, but I hope 2015 will be equally good, I will enjoy each day as it comes, savoring each moment, for the better or for the worse….and yes..I will now learn to walk more carefully on Mumbai roads in future….

Christmas Celebration 2014

The party had started two weeks before the real event. Since I was recovering from my illness, most of my time was spent at home. But thanks to the technology, I was not really alone. WatsApp was my contact with outside world. Messages kept pouring all day long from the different groups keeping me entertained throughout the day.

And so the planning for the Christmas party began with my friends at ‘Elbow Room’ a group of friends who have lived at 36^th road, Bandra in the past and now are scattered to different parts of the Mumbai and some out of Mumbai too.

First discussion is always about food. 

The menu was sorted out assigning different food and drinks to all members. Two friends (one from Australia and other from Pune) promised their presence spiritually while one friend (from Bangalore) decided to send a Christmas cake. Over fifteen days, we discussed about the party, of what we plan to eat, (we wanted only home-cooked food made by each member, Red was the theme, so we asked everybody to dress in red, and we ordered Red-velvet cake) Watsapp messages were mainly chatting and joking, the celebration growing its momentum as the day approached.

 Since most of our planning was done on Watsapp, our cake was unique with smiley that we normally use during our chat.

On Christmas day, two friends arrived at 11am to help me with party preparations such as packing of gifts and sorting things for the party (balloon, party caps). The greatest charm of any party is the gifts, no matter what value the gift may be; it’s the wrapped surprise that brings joy. I had wrapped lots of gifts to give aways during games

By one o’clock most of the friends had arrived, (we were nine of us) after greeting and chit-chat, we sat for lunch. We had wanted everything home-cooked, therefore everybody had spend the morning cooking (someone complained that she was late because chopping took too much time) We had potato and cauliflower Parathas,  Channa Masala, Dhoklas and patras with spicy green chutney, mung salad, Bhoondi raita, berry juice, and one sweet dish.

Passing the parcel was the interesting game that had the most creative ‘punishments’, which was not actually a punishment but a creatively told story on the topic given, with mime and action. The winner was the one who expressively discouraged a friend from coming to Mumbai.

This was followed with the game of Bingo, no money exchanged for buying the ticket, but three surprise gifts allotted for full house.

The next game was the hilarious one that has us in splits. The person had to be blindfolded and was given a basket of cotton balls on her lap. One hand held the plate above her head, while the other hand held a spoon. In the fixed time of one minute, she had to pick the cotton ball with a spoon and place it on the plate above her head. The person with maximum number of cotton balls was the winner.

The final session was on karaoke and we spend most of the evening singing.

By 6pm, goodbyes began, everybody leaving in small groups, the last group left at around 9pm.