A Fistful of Rupees-- If its not a "Spaghetti Western", is it an "Eastern Masala"

A Fistful of Rupees-- If its not a "Spaghetti Western", is it an "Eastern Masala"

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Transformation on the 12th Day

On the first day and through the first week, Kali (below) was the heat,
and I was the destroyed one under her feet. 
Pouring sweat out of my face, a/c at full blast in my room
or in the car to/from work was still not enough, sweating the second I had to walk
out of our offices to the non-a/c parts...truly in hell.



By Day 12-- this past Thursday, I noticed, I asked to turn down the car a/c to "1" from 2 or 3.  I was not pouring sweat.  I could not take the a/c so high in my room, and last night when I went to sleep--  (Okay "passed out" if you want to get technical -- after drinking some wine on an empty stomach) I did not even turn the a/c on.  But get this -- I did not sweat, and when I woke up I thought gee its quiet, and noticed the air was off. 

I've never stayed in such a hot climate for this much time before, I didn't know a transformation was possible.  (Remember I ran screaming out of the jungle before even 40 hours had passed) 

Now I am becoming more in tune, comfortable, able to deal, feeling more like the monkey:




See the holy light emanating from me now.
Thats the red oily ghee from the monkey temple on my forehead.
Maybe going there helped, like Guru Ji told me....

Ughhh, what is SHE doing here

Honing in on all my light skin blonde hair action.  And if I feel like I'm treated like Paris Hilton here--
cell phones snapping pictures all day long wherever I go--I am the rare white bird/elusive snow leopard, children crowding around in the streets to touch me and giggle and ask me where I'm from, then how is Paris HILTON treated here.....her head might explode.