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... there as it is now taught extensively in school. Being in the
heart of this village gave a very traditional, rustic feel, and seeing the
intricate architecture, some of which was over 100 years old, served to amplify
the unique culture of these traditional Himalayan villages.
Our visit only lasted about half an hour, and then we were back in the bus on our
way back to Mussoorie. There, we had lunch at a nice hotel, and once again,
hopped into ...
... and patience, which are the hallmarks of a renunciate’s life. While seeking bhiksha on several occasions, which many of us would have called painful or humiliating, Swamiji would quietly walk away and spend the rest of the day with no nourishment, till he reached a rest-house, where he was offered a meal. There were also occasions when he was welcomed and served with love. Both the times he remained peaceful.
... me to see the inside of an Indian’s home. When I do finally get to visit his home, I’ll take some pictures of it and post them on my blog.
The rest of the time I spent with Dr. Singhal was spent getting to know about his life. He (38 years old and I just found out that when he went to Dehradun a few days ago to see a movie with his wife, it was his birthday) lives in a big, 150-year old house above his shop with his wife (age ...
... the ride down the mountain to the Dehra Dun bus station, which fortuitously happens to be right next door to the taxi monopoly stand. As I got off the bus in Dehra Dun, I was pounced upon by some tuk tuk drivers, who first quoted me a price of 600 rupees for the ride to the airport. I had paid 700 from the airport to the city in a proper taxi on my way there, so I knew 600 was too much for a tuk tuk. As I was walking away from the tuk tuk drivers, their ...
... was founded by a Mr. Bell, after whom the restaurant is named.) Boy did those tacos look good!
Mussoorie, Friday, 29 March, 2013
I woke up this morning at the stroke of seven from a dream about my dear friend Marco in Atlanta. In the dream, I was visiting a library on the ground floor of a downtown Atlanta skyscraper. The library was full, so I decided to leave the building. As I was exiting the building, I was surprised to run into my buddy ...