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... silence come words of power.” In Tapovanji Maharaj’s life we can see that very clearly.
· Tapovanji Maharaj has written about an experience in his pürväçrama, when he was known by the name ‘Subramaniam’. During a pilgrimage to the important temples in the South, he went to Arunachala also. He climbed up to the cave where Ramana Maharshi lived. He had taken along some bananas and kept them in front of Bhagavan who ...
... on my head. Sit in the sand. Pray. Chant mantras. Invoke clearing. Contemplate. Stillness. I could feel the energy washing through me. Jai Ganga Maa. When I felt complete I would gather up my energy and hike back up the donkey trail to the upper pathway. It was a good hike up. By the time I got to my room I would have to lie down for hours. Rest. And rest some more. I couldn’t even bring myself to write. Took too much energy to hold a pen or type. Wow. This was new. I ...
... how much he earns at his summer job. Essentially he works 12 hours a day in the pharmacy – for 3,000 rupees a month. That works out to about two dollars a day. I also asked him if he liked working there, and he said he didn’t. He wants to be a Civil Engineer and as such has no interest in pharmacy. Fair enough. He also told me that his annual school fees are 250 rupees, or about five dollars. Any way you look at it, that’s cheap!
After my previous update, my friend Paul asked the question, "What is worse – being attacked by a ladyboy – or a monkey?" Great question, Paul - I don't know which is worse. The monkeys are less likely to carry knives. On the other hand, I suppose they're more likely to attack in gangs. Or are they?
Mussoorie, Monday, 25 March 2013
This was a day of meeting people. In the morning, I encountered several groups of Thai students, for the ...
... I’m in my hotel room. It’s bad enough to have to fend off the multitude of unwanted offers while I’m walking around. But I will not accept someone coming to my hotel room uninvited. Well, unless it’s an attractive young female. (You see, I do retain a certain degree of flexibility!)
After lunch I went for my peaceful walk along Camel’s Back Road and at the end of it, I rested on my favorite people-meeting bench. And sure ...