Why did you come to India?

This is a question one always gets first.

Or why can I? Because I'm privileged? - but aren't we all? As far as I remember, for me as a hypersensitive it was always physically devastating to arrive to India. 4-6 days of sleep deprivation make its own effect. No matter if it was an upside down light-switch, or any small mental trigger, I quickly came to a conclusion that I immediately should turn back, but usually there is always a helpful person immediately, who compassionately evolves me of this dramatic butmainly just physically exhausted mind state.

Now it becomes tricky, cause I have seen these already, and have the patterns of seeking for philosophical meaning. So did it happened - after waking up I just started to think on the three times higher airport prices as at home. Many Indians came back from holidays - Chicago, Barcelona, Tokyo. None of this places have I been. But I could reach with a similar air ticket, if I wanted to. Reason I came is the tremendous power of thoughts thus - words. Now an Indian person would automatically associate to mantras. Now I would associate that if I could use this tool, than any Indian person can. Who is privileged and who is not? The one who is initiated? Anyone can be (and believe me cannot avoid) being initiated, who reached this point. The first conversation I had with a local person was during eating idlee. He is working for a diamond factory. I confirmed if the ownership is Indian. He said yes, n I felt released, we both agreed situation is better than in Africa. I mentioned a country collecting colonial taxes. The Indian guy smiled and said - everyone is stealing out everything from Africa. Mentioning Africa I recalled my memories from the Arrivals lounge of the airport.

"The purpose of the declaration form is to control which goods enter the country, for economic, security or environmental purposes in order to levy duty and ensure that restricted items are not brought into the country."

Gold and silver - yes. But has anyone of us declare Cobalt..? That is in our cellphones... Well, interesting fact. Anyway - life is not fair, not necessarily about equality, now that Im here time to forget liberté, fraternité, egalité... this is Asia, the other pole of the world.

India is really fresh and green during monsoon. Meeting some friends I staid a week in Maháráshtra, in Pune where one can practice quite a lot. I was so glad to be in India, and I was so glad to practice in the nearby garden of Backpacker Panda. Little I knew that the scene of my relax hours on the mat was the possession of the nearby restaurant XD. One day I saw a girl in blue T-shirt - I could see she is doing some practice on the grass. The very same day we met in the room - she was actually a room mate. Sukriti became an inspiring friend, from that point we did morning practice in Osho garden, what she showed me, also we took a small turn around several parts of Pune, I was really grateful and glad to meet her. Such a wise soul in such young age.

I visited a pharmacy on the very same day. On the plain someone has forced to put his handbag behind mine into the luggage track (although it couldn't shrink). So the plastic bottle of Betadine broke inside my bag, it poured on many things (nice program in the transit :D) needed buy sg to replace. Entering the little Mumbai shop, the employees of the pharmacy were celebrating a birthday. There was a pillar separating me and the small crowed. I was considering to give a 20 HUF coin as a memory, when they somehow suspiciously became silent. I asked who is celebrated today? So I got the response - “Him and her, but it does not matter anyway” the shop assistant lady said:

"Madam, please stay" - while she cut down a slice of super-chocolate-ful chocolate cake full of chocolate :D

Yes. I have arrived. This is real.