Kolkata / Mayapur
Encounters
Luggage took forever
to secure from the carousel. Some of
these planes are too big and passengers carry endless items. It was not easy to acquire wheelchair help
once reaching the airport in India. I gave up on
the idea.
While in the queue to
re-check my luggage for a domestic flight to Kolkata, two families just jumped
in front of me. I was already running
late. I gave the intruders my
temper. I let them know, “I love India. I love her people, but it’s this butting in that
gives it a bad name. Learn some
manners.”
My offenders backed
off.
Then I came to
security. I stood by the line ready for
authorities to search me through the security checking arch. Again, someone walked right in front, not
recognizing I was next in line. Well, I
let him have it. I am usually soft, but
I became loud. All security looked our
way. “Who do you think you are? Bhagavan?”
I addressed the one who barged ahead.
“Stop this nonsense!” I told him.
I met up with Pariksit,
who’s in his early 20’s and one of my actors for our performance of the drama
“Mr. Puri.” The drive with him by cab to
Mayapur was pleasant. I calmed down.
Finally I was able to
get quality—but slow—walking in on the grounds of Mayapur. After two weeks of zero walking I feel
somewhat liberated. The pace is slow but
it’s sure, and it’s barefoot.
Frankly, it’s glorious
to be in sacred space. It takes your
mind off of pain. I’m already on my
annual mission of activism, trying to discourage the use of motor-bikes. “This machine is bad for you and the
environment” is what I said to
three cyclists.
I felt good.
May the Source be with
you!
2 km
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