Hotel City Palace
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... hearts skipping a beat when on couple of instances the vehicle skid sideways on the icy mountain road, with the deep gorges staring by our side
Watching the old Amitabh Bachchan movie Coolie over hot rotis and Sabji in a village dhaba at the end of a nerve wracking journey
Watching a tiny tot who could barely walk, play slide on ice on the streams in his broken plastic sandals, and hide from us with his elder sister with whom he soon had a fight ...
Chiara and Becca plucked up the courage for an early morning capturing of ladakhi colour. Just down from the guesthouse is a stone house built in the traditional leh style, with carved wooden doors and window frames, capped with deep brown stained stick decor and coloured lintels. The owner peered out of his window to find two girls holding up packs of coloured swatches, pointing and squinting. We explained that we are architecture students doing a project ...
... devote oneself to the spiritual path and the deep emotions that arise during devotional practices have their root (ex in one’s childhood or even arguably past lives). I can say that I have a strong belief in reincarnation given how clear so many of the lama are about their past lives and how having heard some about my own past lives have helped me to understand how I respond and experience this current lifetime. I do believe that I was probably Tibetan in a recent ...
... create a painful future. Second, “ordinary or banal human existence”, while not used for negative ends, is not particularly positive either. This is the type of life most people lead: not doing anything particularly positive or negative. Finally, there is the “precious human rebirth”: a human life in which a connection with a spiritual path and a guide have been established and in which, with faith in that path, it is possible to practice; ...
City and pain
Ugly cities and pain
Nature gone, stones cut, electronic addiction and pain
Attention is taken
With every step down my neon street
Spent on a 1000 signs, traffic lights, cars and strangers
No energy remains to focus in this city's harsh beat
My mind is stolen
The adman's plaything
This life isn't mine then,
It has become advertising
Thus I am witness to an internal mayhem