If you don’t know anything about Hinduism, I would suggest not to read this post. The reason is that it is pretty much influenced by my sexuality and my Christian background (that sucks) so I don’t want to spoil you with my ideas.
In the contrary if you are Hindu or Christian and you have decided to continue reading, please I want your comments about it; they will make my poor perception of this topic go wider.
Anyway, let the party begin.
Once upon a time Lord Brahma gave a boon to Mahishi. She asked to be invincible to all men except to the son of Shiva and Vishnu.
The boon was given.
Obviously Mahishi thought that she will be undefeatable forever since both gods were males and it is biologically impossible for two males to reproduce.
There was also one time when Bhasmasur (a deamon) after completing a nice penance was rewarded by Shiva with the power of turning into ashes everyone who he touched in the head. The thing was that after he got this power Bhasmasur started trying to kill Shiva.
He went immediately to Vishnu and together tried to figure out a plan to defeat the demon.
Vishnu in his avatar Mohini (this avatar was a super gorgeous female) appeared in front of Bhasmasur. He felt this strong attraction to Mohini and wanted to marry her. She agreed only if he was able to follow her moves. They began to dance and the whole thing lasted for hours, even days until Bhasmasur forgot about the power he had gained and Vishnu as Mohini did a step where he had to touch his head. Then obviously he died.
After this Lord Shiva was curious about Vishnu’s avatar and asked Vishnu to show for him Mohini.
So Vishnu does what Shiva asked and well… the rest you might have guessed already…
Shiva as well as Bhasmasur feels this strong attraction to him and they became ONE GOD.
The only thing that comes to my mind is LOVE.
[I dunno what you think but for me that story at least until this point is freaking hot. I would die to see some of my female friends in a gorgeous male form and well …see what happens… lol]
The result of this union (Harihara Murthi - Shiva and Vishnu) was Ayyappan.
Thanks to this beautiful union, Mahishi could be defeated by Ayyappan and the world rested in balance
If that is not beautiful enough let me tell you something more. In south India a lot of men are good devotees of Ayappan. Yes the male god that has technically two male parents except for the fact that Vishnu was in a female avatar in that moment.
So his male followers do a big fast during the moths of November to January. The only females allowed to join them are girls below 9 and ladies above 50 years old. So… yes basically everything around this ritual is testosterone!
Clothes are something interesting too. They wear a kind of a scarf of different colours, they can wear it in the neck or in any part of the body as they feel more comfortable (it fits some people amazingly lol). The most traditional people would wear dhoti along with the scarf but some young guys wear skinny jeans or any other trousers. What is mandatory is to be barefoot during the whole fast ^^.
Also as part of this they will eat veg, sleep on the floor, take baths at certain times of the day, do pujas, avoid alcohol etc… Everything is about purification and chastity.
And finally everything would end in a pilgrimage to a Kerala temple where after a hike and climbing up some steps the mission is accomplished.
I have heard that buses and train tickets are impossible to find during these days due to the quantity of guys attending this pilgrimage.
This could be done constantly during some years so you gain different blessings and more things that I am unable to understand now :D.
Isn’t it amazing how Hinduism can have these absolutely crazy and beautiful stories? And this rituals that look so unpredictable and like really natural without any complications?
This was only one story out of tones of them; as Hinduism has many gods, they have as well many stories to tell. I picked this one for obvious reasons; the fact that everything around it is masculine makes it a bit… too interesting for me.
In most of the other stories, gods behave just as normal people, they could be friendly, loving, and grumpy or others will have this bad temperament, they will make mistakes etc… Imagine gods can even cheat or do certain bad things in order to get a good thing at the end. Yes totally, the end justifies the means. How cool is that?
Imagine it would be like: Jesus bribes Pontiuos Pilate in order to gain more time to keep spreading God’s message. At the end he will die for humanity still but he could have spread his word for more time or something. I know it sounds totally wrong and I might gain some enemies with this statement but that was just to illustrate how the stories in Hindu mythology could be (it mght be a poor and wrong example maybe).
I was talking with an Indian friend about pregnancy outside marriage and I asked about how many girls he knew that had had a baby before or outside marriage and his face expression was like “c’mon, it is obvious” NONE. :/ For me that was a joke, impossible I thought. I know boys and girls do not mingle like in the western world but still… please…
Then he thought it twice and said, well… they most get abortions I believe. The discussion about it being good or wrong did not take part of the conversation. He directly said that abortion is not a problem, the problem would be to have that child. (Even in the website http://www.abortionindia.com/ they have an advertisement like “Fly to India for Safe and Legal Abortion” interesting… isn’t it?)
For Indians reputation and public image matters a lot. I believe it is the most important thing in life for them. Things should be done in a certain way and yes, as you now know, in order to dissemble your mistakes and gain a good reputation you can skip some moral values to get it.
So I guess this preaching that Hindu god’s stories do, influence in a way the people’s perception of what is good or bad to do, this could apply to every field.
God in Christianity can be so perfect so utopic. He is so ‘not human’. Even though they said he created us in his image and likeness. Physically we might look alike (according to Christians) but I see more things in common between Hindu gods and us [even if they have more than 2 arms or an elephant head] than that perfect god of Christianity. I mean, just saying… just saying…
Now let’s think in Christian stories… like mmm the parable of the prodigal son or something. They are more like actual stories that explain how you should behave, moral values are totally present on them and obviously god could never do something wrong because he is perfection. No sex/union, no cheating, no enjoyment, no nothing. Even Jesus has been conceived without any sexual act, why? Well I believe because sex is wrong for most of the western world. The normal behaving of a guy in those stories is the one, that needs to be change in order to reach heaven. Interesting again.
As a guy with strong Christian education and values, with an anthropological influence in college and with experience living in different countries and cultures, I thought I was able to understand every religion and culture. But I have to admit that my first experience in a Hindu temple was something.
My first thought was “THIS IS WRONG”. Imagine even though I consider myself as agnostic or even atheist sometimes, these kind of thoughts were part of me. Shame on me… or better to say, shame on that strong Christianity inside my head.
Before coming to India I used to consider myself really open to differences and I thought I was completely out of Christianity, but the reality was that I had that misconception of paganism there in me. I still have it I guess and I will have it forever even though I am working on it.
I was in Mahabs when I asked about what was the shape of a sculpture that looked super odd to me. Then I was told “it is a god” I could not believe that at all… That sculpture had the shape of… nothing… I mean yes it is like a combination of a flat Aladdin lamp with a phallic thing on the top. But, a god? Really? Oh my god! I thought, how come!?
This person saw my reaction and said calmly, “it is just like a crux to you”
Then I was speechless, he was completely correct. Some celebrations in Christianity are around a crux… a random object that was used to make people suffer for doing wrong things in the past…
So yes Hinduism has several gods but Christianity has several saints.
Hinduism is more about freedom, elephants and improvisation, while Christianity is about rules, doves and structures.
Each one has its own charm.
I find those differences and similarities fascinating.
Plus I have to admit that Ayyappan and his followers make it possible to experience the sexiest religious ritual on earth.
I have been talking about other people as if I had the right to talk about them without their concern. I guess anthropologist may face this feeling in a point in their careers.
I would feel naked in a way if I read a post, article, book or something that talks about me and how I do certain things like that.
Then if we are revealing things, I also would like to join the club so I feel I am playing correctly. It is fair.
Throughout some of my posts I can see myself immerse in feelings of anger and discomfort regarding some people’s actions. It is not good. India played with me badly, she has dragged me to a state of mind that no one had done before.
I enjoy differences and I love to know about them but when they interfere with me it is something else. My sexuality, my values, my education, my personal beliefs are a bit far from what is normal here. Even in my own country I feel like that also but it was easier there.
I am immersed in this different world with differences in values, religions, functions, also people interact between different genders in other way, the multiple stories of gods and gender and sex together, the way everyone should start a family, the way they see the concept of family and elder people, the way a married lady should behave, the normal relationship between parents and their children, the hidden gay life, the way of separating sex and love and also the lack of women rights that through my perspective is enormous. Yes I am here, immersed.
Like that I could keep mentioning more differences that I feel here… Therefore this exposure and interaction made me lose control one night during the previous weeks.
That day I got to know that a friend had died days before in a car accident in Mexico. I felt lost, I saw my life in a second and I questioned myself about all these efforts of living a good life with values, care, love etc. were worth it. One day I could just die like that and then what is the purpose of this? In one moment you exist and in the other you disappear forever.
Then mom and dad came into my mind. During the previous days a parrot read my future, along with really cool stuff that I could share later, it also said that we (especially mom and me) should be closer. This made me think about this situation, I had thought about that always but it is difficult to reach that level. The fact that I am gay makes things hard to understand for her. I guess she feels like an outsider like me in this country. The thing is that it is not an alien country it is her own son :/. I recognize it is hard to break all those values that shape your own person but as I am trying to understand things here and I am finding cool stuff in this search, she could be doing that also.
Anyway, I was heading home in a bus when all these thoughts started leaking though a whatssapp conversation. I started to reveal everything I was feeling to a really really close friend of mine. Tears came as I was typing, I could not help it. Moments like these have been few in my life.
A good Indian friend just told me that those moments could be seen as those where you get closer to god. I like that idea even though my believe system is a bit spoiled by common-sense and science.
Back in the bus, I even heard my mom’s voice in the middle of the crowd. I am aware that my mom’s voice was not in the bus but what is true is that my mind was so open to talk to her that I even imagine her talking there.
It was all chaotic, the bus did not stop in the right stop, with tears in my eyes I shouted terribly to the collector and bus driver. When I was getting off, a motorbike almost hit me and all the sounds of vehicles that annoy me a lot in this country were there saying “let’s see if you can Handle this bitch”
I felt like a small child wanting a hug from mom and to listen to her nice words saying “everything will be ok, you are doing the right thing…” :( Of course it did not happen.
Instead, what actually came was a beautiful heavy wave of positive messages from my friend through the same electronic channel. As I was reading tears came even harder, I felt loved and her words were hugging me strongly. When I reached home I was feeling better and next morning I was completely fine. I guess being close to god is like plugin yourself into a charging point for a while, you feel full of energy afterwards.
This has been affecting me in that way because I am different. Ai ai. Yes I have to accept it. My family has raised me in the most harmonic way possible and I want to repeat this again. I remember a talk with one of my sisters, we were saying we are just becoming like our parents and yes it is true. I really want to repeat this that they have done to me. WHAT? WTF Jorge, what are you saying? Jaja yes I am like that. I WANT THAT.
Why? Because I get happiness out of this. That‘s it for me, if I do things the way I believe they should be done then I feel amazing.
So being fooling around or living an easy life could work for people that don’t have this strait jacket that take you to interesting places and states of mind that you might not reach through meditation. It does not happen because of one small thing, for that you are supposed to feel as much as possible. It is like eating blend or spicy food. One is with feelings the other is without. Some people cannot handle one or the other :) I like to be in the middle in a sort of balance. But I cannot lie; sometimes I go more for the feelings, like every time I have blend food I need to ask for a salsa to make it spicy hot!
In the other hand, bad feelings feel bad, but you can learn how to enjoy them. It is like a disease… if you have any virus in your body, you can actually enjoy it and learn how it works in you then you’ll be able to write a post about it lol. I mean, it is just an idea of how you can enjoy it instead of regretting of getting the virus and a way to cut that vicious cycle of having pills every 5 minutes to feel better.
Any way after all of this in my head now I am opening myself to new situations to improve life and make it as good as possible because it is worth it to live. You cannot play if you don’t know the rules. So I am in that stage.
Naye rest in peace. <3
Coming out is a big decision, it takes time to accept and the process could be a nightmare. But to be “you” to the world is something memorable. I have no words to describe the feeling.
It is like beating Bowser and saving the princess after months of playing Mario Bros.
I remember I was walking in my university after my first weekend spent in Zona Rosa in DF Mx. The weather was a bit cold and I felt literally like “the king of the world”. I was listening to my iPod while I remembered the Saturday night. I had danced with this black guy who had this sexy body… all the energy of the club was still in my veins.
Even thought I was not out to anyone, I was to myself.
The support of my college friends felt amazing too. They were really helpful! Paulina, Esme, Karlita si, la familia siempre está primero. Lol.
I felt freedom in the most pure of its meanings.
After a while this feeling has changed, I have reached this point where it is normal to be out.
But there is one bad thing about it. No matter what you do, you will be in a virtual closet always. Yes, if you change your job, school, city or you get new friends you have to come out again and again and again… through the years you get experience… but still, it is tiring. Everyone assumes all people are straight.
Anyway there is a contradiction. I also assume that… then, how to know if someone likes… what? Some people are easy to tell but some others aren’t. This can be so complex sometimes.
Well after this I believe is appropriate to tell a short story.
…A guy, I would say around his twenties is in the same train station as me. I am reading just beside the changing point where my mobile was. We are both waiting for different trains. I am heading east and he is going north.
Through my eyes he was really good looking, he had black straight and quite long hair, dark eyes and a bit of facial hair. His skin had a light suntan; he was wearing a loose shirt, skinny jeans and a nice aftershave. His sandals were the trigger that focused my attention, I do like interesting sandals.
Me, I was besides my phone that was getting energy to last until my next stop. This guy got closer to charge his mobile also. After asking, he placed his device just above mine. Then he went in front of the charging point and he was just there, standing opposite to me. Obviously he realized that I was TOTALLY CHECKING HIM OUT. I can be so predictable sometimes…
During the time he was there he did not say anything, he did not even look at me at all. But to be honest, he looked a bit nervous too.
In the next minutes he was gone. I did not see where he went. He just disappeared. The good part was that his mobile was still there in the charging point. So I knew he will have to come back.
I continue reading, I could not concentrate. I was trying to understand this guy’s actions and also I was wondering if he could be interested in me or not.
Suddenly I felt that someone was approaching. And there he was, in front of me again. This time he was closer and he started a conversation.
A lot of feelings and emotions crossed my entire body. Obviously he realized that I was nervous about the situation. My eyes and all my actions were there 100% in a flirting mode.
I spent around 2 hours talking to this nice fella, we went through different topics and I have to accept that although he was younger than me (he did not looked like that at all) the conversation was quite interesting. As my train left we exchanged fb to keep in touch.
I do not know if I will see him again in my life… I might never know either if he was interested in me the way I was in him.
I believe some questions should remain just as questions.
But at least I can say that he was a nice glimmer of light in my world.
I love pressure cookers, they are really efficient, and they cook food faster. I would say that in 1/4 of the time you spend cooking beans in a regular pot, in a pressure cooker they are ready to eat.
Therefore you spend less gas or electricity and you save time to write your blog, exercise or whatever you feel like doing. Jaja
This happens because it is hermetically closed so all the heat stays inside the pot and it does not let it go that easily. Since it is full of pressure and the temperature inside is really high, it cooks grains and meat faster. Of course it has to release some steam once in a while otherwise it will explode…
In a summary, it is a great invention!
It remains me this story my mom used to tell.
When she was young and just married, she was kind of learning how to cook. So she decided to make a dish called “pancita” in order to impress my dad maybe.
This dish is made with the stomach of a cow… you add some spices and chiles and at the end you get a tasty soup.
Anyway, she planned to use obviously a press cooker to save time. After setting everything up, she left it cooking with a high flame and went out of the flat to do some other stuff I guess. By the time she arrived the pot had exploded, all the meat was spread everywhere and an awful smell of burn food was all over the apartment. (I am glad she was not close to the kitchen when the explosion happened)
We have to learn something out of this experience. If you don’t close it properly or if the pot does not release the excess of steam or if you put a lot of pressure on it like a higher temperature…. it will definitely explode badly.
Back to my trending topic nowadays, I strongly believe that men in India are facing a pressure cooker syndrome. Some of them are weaker or don’t release the steam properly so they face an “explosion”.
Yes, explosions like the incident that happened weeks ago in Delhi where a young girl was raped and seriously injured by a group of men in a bus. She died days after.
India has a really high rate of rapes per day… imagine per day… and Delhi is one of the darkest spots for these incidents….
I really wonder why these high rates are happening especially here… ok to be honest, I think I know.
Few weeks back I talked about Goa in a ‘trippy’ way, but there I also understood better what the problem of prohibition of sex and relationship between boys and girls was.
The men crew in the New Year’s Eve’s party was starving to see, touch and who knows what else they were imagining to do to my girl-friends who I was traveling with…
It is sad cuz here that nice “flirting” that girls are expecting is not available, instead you will get a hand touching you randomly or you simply feel those psycho and nasty looks on you. You can also be walking home and a guy will randomly show his dick to you to try to get into your pants… WOW that is definitely a turn on…. #NOT.
So I believe for girls this situation is as frustrating as it is to me being trapped in those shity websites.
It is common knowledge here that foreigners are “easy” and they have sex. So for a lot of males to grab a non indian girl’s butt is ok since they are used to that… right?
Please give me a break! Things are not like that at all… God, please.
Any way I would suggest a small tip, if you are an Indian guy reading this…. Please approach a girl in the most delicate and kind of formal, funny or interesting way. Use your imagination; watch movies, read novels jaja… Please copy some nice behaviours and I promise they will fall.
In that way, you might get what you want… of course it will only happen if the girl liked you and your approach… plus you will also make life easier for people like me who is having troubles to have normal fun in a party because we have to look after our female friends.
I guess press cookers principles should stay only for cooking food.
One last idea, maybe foreigners like me should just stay away of trying to have a “normal” (in my terms) relationship with someone from this geographic area since we could be incompatible. Here, arranged marriage makes things easier for guys. They won’t spend time trying to flirt with a girl cuz the girl will come to you. It is something fixed, you just have to wait. All of these flirting techniques that I personally find fascinating are not developed by the majority of people here.:(
Pero como dice el dicho. La esperanza muere al último.
Yes India is the most interesting experience I have ever had. It puts me upside down constantly; I would say she does it whenever she feels like. I love it.
In our contemporary world the internet era is reinventing everything jaja “según”. Now I am seeing this whole new software industry a bit closer (new in my terms because it has been there for a while already) it looks so nice, clean and efficient and it has several interesting advantages.
India is way ahead in that field. That is something that I had never seen in other parts of the world.
One example of this efficiency is the excellent banking system they have. It is 100% linked to the mobile network. So every time a payment, transaction, ATM withdrawal etc. is done, a text reaches your phone with the information of that movement. In some cases even a secret key is sent to your mobile to complete certain purchase etc… Something similar happens when you book trains, buses and even cinema tickets. Isn’t this amazing?
The bad fact here is that India is full of people. So you have these advantages but please be careful, yes India is really FULL of people. So if you are willing to go to movies the next weekend please go to the website and book them… I don’t know maybe 5 days in advance otherwise you won’t find seats… And if you want to travel… please book your online tickets at least 1 month before… :S if you do so, you will get tickets in number 30WL (waiting list) so if 30 people ahead of you cancel during that month, then you will be able to travel… (I know, it is crazy)
Well these are the services provided inside the nation, but they also provide this service internationally. Therefore a good part of the population here is into that industry; even people that might have not studied something related to IT, they end up working in this field. (Yo soy un claro ejemplo de este pedo)
One of the coolest advantages that I can see at glance is that this industry can sell a service that is produced practically anywhere in the world to be sold to any country, multinational or local enterprise that require the service. There are neither boundaries nor shipping fees, just Internet.
Some years ago in Mexico (still you can find them nowadays) some factories named ‘Maquilas or Maquiladoras’ were super popular. There they assemble their products, so companies like Levis they tried to get the cheapest cost by bringing the factories to developing countries where the salaries will be lower so they get more profit out of it. Yes MONEY! Jaja
Now I can see the same principle here. So all this IT companies provide a service to American and European companies and they pay Rupees to their associates, hence it is a REAL business. Plus you don’t depend in only one country’s economy because your business is wide.
So I can say that am working in a “Contemporary Indian maquiladora” that is activating successfully the economy of this beautiful country.
I wonder what would be the equivalent of “Las mujeres de Juarez” in this version.
Ok, so I wrote already about India and Sex in the same post but I didn’t do it so about Gay India. This is something totally worth it to share. Once again, it is seen through my poor perception that this amazing experience of 5 months has given me.
I think this will be a nice start to open the discussion:
So you are gay and born in India… you are the 3rd of 4 siblings, you grew up with male company –only- (I guess that is why gay people is less feminine here than in other parts of the world, you know you have to behave “better” with your fellas so you are not called faggot). So there is a possibility that you go to a school out of town, this happens because your parents want you to have the best education that is not available in your hometown.
Random fact… “In that school obviously guys will experiment his first sexual experience with their school friends”
As friendship is seen as this ‘big thing’ in this country, you will spend all the time with your best buddy and you will do everything possible to be loyal and everything, you will have a good crush on him.
In India it is totally normal for guys to hold hands everywhere; they can even cuddle like “novios” in the bus or in all places without having to explain this behaviour to anyone because they are just really CLOSE FRIENDS. I have to accept that in Mahabalipuram where I saw this for the first time, my mind thought… so they are a bunch of [my people] traveling together… jaja but no… they were just regular friends with a bit too much of “touching” in my personal view.
The bad news is that you can have this big crush with your best friend but you will never be able to talk about this with him because the GAY topic is a taboo as so it is SEX. Then it is time to make a decision, you will go to college… and well, the next good university is found in another city from your high school so you both will have to split. A part of you cannot accept this and you decide to follow him wherever it is necessary to continue this platonic relationship. So without thinking in yourself, you end up in a regular university instead of the best one because you were following him.
After college days, this guy obviously wants to get married… So, as you, he gets a job and his parents start looking for a respectable girl for him. In few months they find the perfect match and in front of your eyes he gets married with a beautiful girl.
Btw…the wedding of your second brother was last year so the next in the list is YOU.
You are worried about this. You start to think in your future and whatever you will need to do next to avoid reality. In other words and more realistic, you will figure out what to do to gain as much time as possible to postpone the event.
Nowadays you are in your twenties and you have a normal job that allows you to do a lot of things. You can pay the rent of a house that you share with other people and since you have certain privacy, then you start living a double life. Obviously Facebook does not know about it because it is the equivalent of uploading pictures of you smoking pot or doing other drugs that are not socially accepted.
One small thing that is happening in your life is that… you have become a real and loyal user of gay-dating sites that allow you to make true all the fantasies you were thinking since you were 12.
As drugs, sex can be addictive… As your culture does not give you at least, the possibility to have a normal relationship with a person from your same sex, then these encounters are pure sexual relieves than anything. You can really get used to that easy life. I guess it is comfortable and lovely addictive.
I am not saying that in the “western” world this does not happen… because it does and a lot. I am really aware that there it is super difficult to have a normal and healthy loving relationship as well. But at least the possibility is there and in my experience I have a lot of friends having kind of “normal” boy-girlfirends. At least they are trying to lol.
So in some years, like 3 at the most, you will have to think of stopping this pleasant life and get married so you don’t spoil your younger brother’s life too (he has to wait for you). To avoid this you will have to spoil “a bit” your wife’s life instead. Of course by that time you will be still loyal to your favourite website that is giving you all of that pleasure needed!
I strongly believe that there are two words that need to be added in the Indian dictionary, one is “fidelity” and the other is “out of the closet” LOL.
If you think about coming out… you know that everything you have will be lost. Your family your friends, everything you have ever had would be gone. Even the gold you would receive in the day of the extra wealthy wedding. So it might not be a good thing to do.
So yes, in this time I have met some guys and I am like… Really? CHA-LE.
Then I think about if I came to India to start a gay revolution or something.. jaja I will be like Madre Teresa in the gay version haha, not.
Now I am 26 years old and I can say that I am fed up of this gay life (Indian or western, it is almost the same shit lol), it is even difficult to find it normal. So I have a bad taste in my mouth now. Jaja. And that also made me think that all this doubts I had before with my x* about if he was the one or not, now I can tell that if I find myself in the same situation I could easily give a Yes or No because I have grown up a bit. (Supposedly)
*I want to mention you because I want to remember you as positively as possible. Without you, I couldn’t have reached this point. Thank you. Jaja shalalalala. You are not just somebody that I used to know ajaja (extra bad joke). I hope at least you got a smile in that serious face of yours.
It is New Year’s Eve. I don’t know what to expect in the land of trance. As I walk along the shore, fireworks start bursting. Some of them bring joy to the sky. Some others exploit just in the ground causing fear to pedestrians like me.
The beach is crowded and the music and drinks are feeding the night.
Now the fireworks are all over the sky and along the beach. The rush of the last night of the year or the first one of the new one, gives the crowd energy to dance harder.
Some mistakes while igniting the fireworks remind me the fear that I felt while living in north Mexico. But since drugs and alcohol are part of the menu no one seems to care much about that, I guess fear is not part of the agenda.
In the contrary, shouts of happiness and laughter are part of the atmosphere… as well as ladies and young children asking for money (yes I know, that is random).
Normally I don’t give them anything more than a big smile and good vibes because I believe that there are better ways to improve our planet… I mean, I might not do it unless they are old people or if they have different disabilities.
So, the music is nice, the lights make me feel free. I find myself dancing and this lady besides me holding a Hindu deity keeps asking for money. I decide not to pay attention; I close my eyes and dance to the beat.
Inside me I feel good, few seconds pass and as I am losing myself in indescribable positive thoughts, suddenly I feel a warm hand drawing a red blessing in my forehead (kumkum). I kind of open my eyes and I see the Hindu god in her tray reflecting the intermittent light of the clubs, it puts religion in the table. Then a blond guy with henna paintings in his hands is wishing the whole world a happy new year, It makes me think of how much you can be easily dragged into a new culture. And a western old lady in a funky outfit is kissing whoever she felt like and then… I hear trance music…
Ok that trip was something. So after the blessing and all of this I gave her 10 Rupees.
I find myself in one of the holiest places in south India, yes in Shiva’s head. It is a mountain located close to a town called Tiruvannamalai. From here you can see a construction that resemble to those pyramids from my country “made by aliens” just as Discovery Channel says sometimes….
This construction is surrounded by the actual town, it is well known by its magnificent Ashram… So there I am, looking to the city below me and the sound of a crowded, messy and crazy city comes into my hears.
I wonder why some people are willing to cross the entire world to come and meditate here. I question myself if now a days someone would end up with such ideas in the middle of the crowd or that actually this kind of spiritually started under the same conditions that India has today.
So, how do you picture a meditation place?
I guess that a nice landscape and the sound of nature will come as your first answer but I promise, this place could be everything but that.
I know and I have read that to meditate you don’t need any of those stereotypical conditions and that you could do it everywhere. Actually if you do it in the right manner you could in fact handle someone spiting on your face without feeling anything but peace.
But seriously, Sri Ramana Maharshi started all of these ideas under these conditions? Nevertheless if it is or not… I think a deep research about these ashrams is totally worth to make!
Esa palabra vende, avergüenza, idiotiza, enajena, alegra, enamora, confunde, intriga, juzga etc. Pero que hay entre las diferencias de como es vista esta idea entre diferentes culturas?
Vivir en Tamil Nadu, India me ha hecho pensar en ello. Esta es una zona muy conservadora en diferentes niveles y en el tema sexual ni pensarlo… aquí cabría decir que se tiene que ver para creer.
El detalle radica en que las “niñas” y los “niños” no crecen juntos, así es como las cosas deben ser.
Es decir, puede que si fuiste afortunado de nacer en esta zona geográfica nunca en tu vida tendrás a una mujer como tu amiga hasta que tus padres hagan los arreglos necesarios para que te cases con la mejor opción posible.
Irás desde corta edad a una escuela diferenciada o segregada por sexos. Al concluir la educación básica tendrás que moverte a la ciudad para continuar tus estudios y vivirás en un hostal con reglas estrictas y una vez más, únicamente habrá personas de tu propio sexo. Después en el mejor escenario (dudo si es correcto llamarlo así) irás a una universidad propia de tu sexo. Si no es el caso, en la institución que estudies habrá capataces listos para parar intervenir en cualquier situación moralmente incorrecta. Así que a tus 24 años nunca habrás tenido contacto cercano con ninguna persona del sexo opuesto.
Es increíble (lo prometo) incluso en el cine la mayoría de los asistentes son hombres. Así que las posibilidades de ligarte a una chava en la próxima película “bollywoodense” será nula. De igual manera la vida nocturna no es de gente bien. La familia te cuestionará donde estuviste y como nadie sale de noche no podrás mentir que los quince años terminaron más tarde de lo esperado.
Encima de todo esto tus compañeras siempre usarán saris o ropa que deje TODO a la imaginación. Cuidado con enseñar un hombro que luego no podrás conseguir a un buen esposo, tu imagen debe ser pulcra para recibir bien a tu marido desconocido.
Bajo todo este contexto me encuentro en la parada de autobús para asistir a la recepción de una boda en Pondi y enfrente de mí, veo una revista con la portada de un desnudo delicado cuerpo femenino en India Today. La tuve que comprar.