Hello! Here I would like to write about some experiences and memories that accompany me so in everyday life, influence and enjoy:
I found on one of my walks a really nice, a little shabby looking, comfortable and india typical tea room where I treat myself now and then a small cup of sweet black tea for 3 Indian Rupees. I will every time by the owner or his wife with little facial expression, but in its way but welcomed something warm and familiar with a nod and it's just a super nice feeling in there to sit on the plastic chair, with a view of the road and the tea plantations and the piece of wood on the other hand, completely relaxed and sipping the delicious tea. I find so relaxing and beautiful simply lost in thought as to sit and contemplate what is happening on the street or just something to ponder on this beautiful and to drill holes in the air. Hesse and Krishnamurti have taught me that is something beautiful in everyone and everything as long as one neutral and free from prejudices and expectations of something seen and tried not to judge the same.
And it is so unreal! I, the Afghans Ismat from Osnabrück, with my biography and my thoughts sitting, surrounded by the Indian sub-layer and pausing Rikshafahrern in this ur-Indian office, knowing that our lives are and our problems as diverse as our skin color. And yet we are sitting with each other and drink together this tea and welcomed with a friendly smile. I come here always so normal and human before. This is beautiful!
As I go mostly in the late afternoon, I sometimes catch the sun going down and enjoy the last rays, the resulting state, just the colors and the gigantic image of the sky looking at ...
A really super nice feeling it is, after nearly a week of water abstinence ended by a cold bucket shower in the dark "bathing room" at last, freshly showered and as new low-born to go to the beautifully translucent sun and before our small flat simply to sit in the sun and nothing to make. You feel so alive and fresh, just great!
Today I Akil invited to a tea in my favorite lounge and on the way there we happened to meet two little guys from our hostel. Akil had to go to the brilliant idea that the next kiosk and from dear sweet grandmother what to buy for the two kids. After some initial discomfort, they have it but what selected delicious and it was great like a great uncle or brother of the two nochwas buy this and sit and watch as they sit there and take any happiness can not (-:
These are all super poor children and most of them are either half or full documentation, and that they someone to be what you are buying sweets with them, unfortunately, is not often. Even nicer was then also the feeling that the two have yet to prepare a small piece of joy ...
The tea that I had with Akil, tasted great and we also had to have a really nice conversation, Sun chillig perched outside the shop on the steps and live happy.
It is also nice from the driver sitting too close to the door because the buses have no doors and when it is nice and warm to the cool wind in his face gets and the landscapes and the events of right near and without the annoying window panes through the open Door body can be observed. This is fun!
Last week, ne volunteers from our neighboring town of Ooty birthday and we were there together in an Indian club where I see for the first time, as young Indians from grooving and found got that superficiality and self-representation is not a purely Western ways of dealing with uncertainty. There were at about the 40 Indians, all of three Indian women and we 8 (the four ladies from Ooty, Manuel, Akil, his buddy who was just visiting from Germany and I). It reeked of cigarettes and the Indians are crazy, but actually it was quite nice. When the club then so had closed at 23h, asked anyone- I think one of the Djs us if we came with you somewhere to an after show party. We had nothing to lose, and consented, were in two brand new black bosses car in a huge house or property brought better and there entertained. The homeowner, a company with 6,000 employees and so looked around his house. This is as pronounced as the differences here may be the case. I do not want to talk long about his wealth and the course of the evening. What I was simply to reflect and really brought a smile is just this moment I alone surrounded by some Indians that I've never seen before, and not even know how the burning somewhere in the depths of India at 3am on an expensive-looking Carpet and loud Western music in a magnificent house as her dance in front of me and wonder what I was doing there! Even that seemed so unreal and as if from a film edited out. That's kind of funny and yet so beautiful to realize that life is still remained an adventure.
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