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Raigad Fort – A must see
Raigad Fort is a must see if you are staying in Pune. It’s a place that few foreigners visit.
You can hike up the 1500 steps, or you can take the gondola.
We hiked up and took the gondola down.
You will see many macaques along the highway during the drive.
In the temple at the top of the fort a man was chanting in the most beautiful voice, I sat for a long time listening to him. I think I could have listened to him all day.
While we were at the top, our friend/driver Vikram More arranged for us to have lunch in one of the resident’s homes. The home was a simple one room hut. We sat on the floor and ate wonderful food. It was one of my best India experiences.
Here’s the gondola we took down. I don’t know if it was ‘vertigo inducing’ as advertised, but it was fun. You can judge.
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Note to self: work a little harder pretending to be normal.
Before we left for India, I told my roommates that during monsoon season the flat sometimes has large palmetto bugs (large flying cockroaches). I assured them that we wouldn’t have any this time of year.
This gave my roommates an idea to prank me at 4:00AM this morning. They put rubber cockroaches on the floor of my bathroom.
A normal person would scream or jump. Nope, not me. I say, “Come look at this cool bug on the floor. Oh, there’s another one. It’s strange, it has the wings of a coakroach but it has stubby antennae and it’s legs are too short. Maybe it’s some sort of beetle” I proceed to take pictures of it and try to make it move with my finger and realize it’s rubber.
Sugarcane
Driving along the highway I see a truck filled with what I think is sugarcane sticking out everywhere on all sides of the truck.
Me: Is that sugarcane Vikram?
Vikram: Yes.
Me: Does it taste good?
Vikram: Yes.
Me: Is it sweet?
Vikram: Yes.
Pause…..
Vikram: Do you want some?
Me: Yes
Vikram: Get some.
Me: How?
Vikram: Pull it off the truck.
Me: Should I?
Vikram: Yes.
I hang out of the car window and motion to the woman sitting in the cab of the truck. She sees me stretching toward the sugarcane. I point to it, she shakes her head yes.
I stretch, grab, but it doesn’t break.
I stretch, grab, reach, bend, hold on, as the truck and car move together. It resists, I hold on. Success!
I wave to the woman, she shakes her head. I peel the cane with my teeth. It’s good and sweet.
Are you kidding me?
After an all day excursion, I came home to find my toilet tank had fallen off the wall. Water everywhere. Had to prop it up using a chair and some pots and pans. On top of that, it may have emptied the entire water tank for all of the neighbors.
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Pranayama
After the medical classes, people frantically carried the wooden props outside to the metal balcony making room for Geeta’s Pranayama class. I see my teacher Zoe. I give her a quick hug, say hello and continue to transport props outside.
The herd of students make their way to the prop room to grab mats for class and Geeta’s assistant yells instructions that I didn’t hear. I grab a sticky mat and a teacher comes close to my face and yells, “Can’t you follow instructions? Get the other mat!” I look into his eyes and tell him that he doesn’t have to yell at me.
“But she instructed…,” he says.
“But I didn’t hear her; I can hear you perfectly, so there is no need to yell”, I say.
He nods his head, smiles conceding, and moves away. I move to get the right mat.
I carry four mats to help set up the room and align them in the order instructed. We sit. I hear Geeta’s assistant say, “Anyone who has not practiced Pranayama with Geeta go downstairs and see Pandu.” I watch as the first-time students left the room, including my two friends, knowing they would not get to experience Pranayama with Geeta. I remembered how disappointed I was when this happened to me my first time at the Institute. We were sent upstairs for Pranayama with another teacher. Although it was a perfectly good Pranayama class, it was not Geeta. The rest of the month I abandoned the first-year student’s Pranayama class and paid to watch Geeta’s class from the stairs. San Mukhi mudra was instructed with Geeta’s brilliance.
My friends did not get to participate in any Pranayama class this evening; to my surprise they were given another schedule and sent home.
With all of the chaos, my mind fought and my body resisted for the first half of class. Then during Ujjayi Pranayama with Bahya kumbhaka, my body was rooted, the chest lifted, the inhalations became deep and smooth and I was able to wade in the pool of stillness at the base of the exhalations.
After class we formed lines to return the props. When I returned from the prop room, Geeta was still there answering a student’s question on the proper lift of the chest, and release of the chin into Jalandhara bandha. She discussed the potential consequences to those with depression if these actions are not performed correctly.
It was difficult for me to hear since I was at the back of the crowd watching the expressions on the faces of my teachers and fellow students as they listened intently to Geeta. How generous she was with her knowledge and time this evening. I look forward to listening to, and studying, the audio recording of tonight’s class. Next week she informed us we will be practicing digital Pranayama and Bhastrika.
After Geeta left us I went back to the apartment to see my friends. Their doors were closed. I know they were disappointed. I left, taking a walk to process the class and enjoy a quiet dinner with myself.
Note to Self
The Ambassador Hotel Restaurant has the most interesting breath freshener. It tastes like incense. Now I’m walking around town with “temple” breath. I like it 😀
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No water?
I’m glad I have the mentality that everything should be considered an adventure, because this morning I woke up to no running water. I hope this adventure only lasts a couple of hours.
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