|The sleeping Buddha|
I admit reading an article in one of these newspapers and feeling the weirdness of someone else owning Rama. Being so used to having His stories in the Indian context only, I’m not quite used to sharing Him with others. Of course, also given that I haven’t travelled the South East as much as I’d like to. Historical Buddhist travel memos and my own walk abouts help me sustain the Buddha everywhere shock well. While I did notice the Ganpati looking at me in a statue shop.
Onwards from Swarnabhumi itself, I noted Rama 4. I entered the hotel to witness struggle for an ‘additional’ bed and sidelined Hindi comments from the family waiting to be accommodated. I weathered the first dinner in Sagar Ratna eating North Indian food and listening to Shammi Kapoor. Towards shady-esque areas, the cab driver ran away with change. Tuk-tuks and everyone in general quoted thrice the real price, and bargaining wasn’t lost on anyone. Didn’t quite feel foreign even in the hour and half gained and lost.
|Our 1 Baht per matki ritual, while He is sleeping|
The week moved faster without a watch, mobile phone and the work laptop (especially on a work training). We went through random self discussions noticing ourselves and others far more than I thought was allowed. I fell-ed back on a random ‘travel’ discussion I had had with Tanvi over a very yum sandwich. I stand by my view, convinced that while travel broadens our horizons and all that, but most of all, it makes us aware, of our own selves. Just being asked open questions, articulating what we’ve felt and not really heard ourselves say, testing in-the-grip limits mentally and having muscles being played with for a couple hours (traditionally Thai-ly), forces the mind to open up. For that reason alone, I feel, it is worth the effort, umm, in the end. Surely, all that green tea and honig in the breakfast, can’t be a waste too?
PS: I didn’t quite feel for the copies of big brands constantly making me feel like I cheated in some exam. I have an anti plagiarism policy. If I can’t afford it, I’d much rather not buy it. Of course, both the girls can buy the same
two (copy) original grey and neon yellow shoes 🙂