Author: lonelycrowdmedia

Graham

I first met Graham one evening while he fed a family of street cats living in trees and abandoned furniture in our neighbourhood. He fed them at night to avoid attention and confrontation. When I approached him, he became aggressive, defending the cats and his right to feed them. He believes the cats have a right to exist just like humans do. In a public housing community where personal space is limited, most residents don’t share his opinion.

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They burn the dead

When a Dom is born, it is said that people weep, they weep for the newborn’s impending life of hardship on one of the bottom rungs of Hindu society.  As an Untouchable, they’re destined for an almost inescapable life of ‘unclean work’ in the community.

In a culture where death is viewed as contagious and touching the deceased as impure, it is the Dom’s job to burn the dead.  They weigh the wood and build the pyre.  On the banks of the holy Ganges, they burn over 70 bodies each day. Using scarves as masks, they walk with heat and smoke.  They bend and break the bones until only ash is left.  After the fire has burned, they sift through the remains for gold teeth and jewellery.

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The Holy City

In the early morning, there is a pocket of time, just as the sun rises, before the crowds descend onto the ghats, before the heat sets in, when the eternal river seems deserted – there is a moment of clarity.

Bodies lie sleeping in the morning cool, a barefoot family undress dutifully and walk in silent admiration to the water’s edge, a few men bathe quietly, drifting with the cleansing current, another prays, eyes closed and cross-legged. It is now, in this moment, a moment that passes in seconds that I can fully feel the holiness of this city, the reverence in the devotees and the sacredness of the flowing river.

A sacred feeling, although it is ever-present, in this moment, it is untainted by crowds, pollution, stray animals, heat or hassle. It is these few seconds that I will remember when I recall the holy city of Varanasi.

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Without Words

The mountains are hostile. They are dry and threatening. I am a speck on their trail, they are the vast, foreboding backdrop of the isolated Phuktal Monastery. The barren Himalayas, the cooling winds and the snow resting on mountain tops are constant reminders of the unrelenting winter to come.

Spilling from the mouth of a cave, the Gompa corridors wind up and down the mountain face. The darkness is warm, the shadows repeat mantras in low tones and footsteps echo through the dusty tunnels. The monks lead lives of devoted solitude, there is a calm, contentment in the aloneness, a feeling of inherent peace with the seclusion from the outside world. This stillness is only broken by the young lamas, who playfully interrupt the otherwise disciplined, stoic atmosphere.

My words quickly expire. My mind is quiet. Life becomes simple. The mountain is my clock. The rushing river is my music. The hypnotic gong vibrates through the valley and the black crows circling above call me for meals.

Together, we teach, we learn, we sip tea, we shake hands, we share food, we sway in unison before each meal. We connect, without words.

 

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#meetthelostandfound – Veer

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Location: Phuktal Monastery, Zanskar Valley, India

What is your name? Veer Bahadursingh Narula, but my nickname is Angad

How old are you? 26

Where were you born? Amritsar, India

Where do you call home? Amritsar, India

What is your religion? Sikh

What is your impression so far of this place? Hmmm… I really like the people, they are very clean.  It’s my personal view that they should be doing meditation.  They are just saying mantras and to me that’s incomplete. It’s the most beautiful and powerful monastery I have ever seen.  I see a good scope in the school considering it has only been open for two years.  I also feel that the classes have to increase and they need a good Buddhist philosophy teacher and an English teacher and a teacher who doesn’t drink.

What have you learned from this trip? Hmmm…I have learned a lot of things… I’ll start with Rishikesh, where I learned there is an alternate reality.  It’s different to the objective reality which is more at the molecular level, that you can see with your eyes closed.  This is how my trip started in Rishikesh, but then I went deeper into it in Gangotri.

Then I learned Vipassana, it was a ten day course, where you cannot speak.  I didn’t meditate before, it is very difficult but it is very logical.

Also, I learned a lot at Rainbow Gathering.  I learned a lot about the value of nature and food and how the material world is bullshit.

After coming here, to Phuktal, I am very sure there are two realities but I also know we need to keep the two balanced.  I would say that ahhh…it’s best if you’re living for yourself, even when you’re helping others you should be doing it for yourself, you do not expect anything in return – this is the shortest way to happiness.

What are you most looking forward to? One, for sure is, to go deeper into molecular reality and try to experience God.  Others would be to survive in minimal conditions, remove all the fears and be more adventurous. And to make travelling a profession and work a holiday. Finding a soulmate.

What made you leave home? I realised this last year, in December, when I was in Egypt.  I just felt it somehow that I had to leave everything and travel.  I was in Egypt again this year and had the same feeling but stronger.  I had no answer to why, I just knew I wanted to travel.

What do you miss most about home? Food

Would you describe yourself as lost or found? I would say I’m a happy lost guy