What a day!
Visiting the abode of the blind acharya who knew the vedas by heart- when he was 4! A King Cobra in my backyard!! Back to my workout days of running 3 kms - in 20 mins - at a stretch on the treadmill - and I went once in the morning and once in the evening!!!
What do you think won hands down in terms of the ohMIGAWD factor?
Tell me after you've read the details.
I started out the day with my driving lesson - which my instructor was very happy with, by the way. Day 2 today and I again drove on the Ring Road. No driving ground needed! Drove around the larger part of South Delhi and stumbled (figuratively, of course) only once. I'm VERY proud of myself :D. Drove till the gym and worked out for 2 hours straight. If you could see me now, you'd see a cheshire cat grin on me!
Got back and got ready in barely 15 minutes to go visit a swami ji my father has known for the last 40 or so years. Went there and did some langar sewa - served people lunch - and had one of the tastiest meals I've had in some time. I only had Amritsari Naan and the curry from a Dum Aaloo dish, but boy, did it put most of the places I eat at to shame - and I do eat out at a lot of good places. Anyway, I digress. The acharya I talk about was Shri Saraswati. The gentleman suffered from chicken pox as a child and lost his vision. Yet he went on to found the Veda Samaj. He was an illiterate person, yet translated the Vedas to English.
We came back from there and on the way back got to know that we had a king cobra hiding away in what I can - exaggeratingly so - claim to be my backyard. My brother, sister-in-law and some neighbors had been standing - literally - vigil for about 3 hours and when we arrived home, I took over from them. They'd called someone from the snake - catching department - did you EVER know we had such departments? - of the Municipal Corporation and they were stuck in exactly the place we were just coming from. Anyway, so while we waited, we kept vigil...and I saw the hood of the thing - shiny black - like a smooth onyx, with an absolutely white tilak - two perfectly parallel lines joined at the bottom in a U shape. OK, i just checked it wasn't a King Cobra after all. Hail Google baba! SO - I don't know what kind of a snake it was, but I've just told you what happened. And when the snake catcher did turn up, he started kicking around the cobblestones in my backyard. Now what I know of snakes is that they can discern even a whisper of a movement on the ground and be alerted by it - and here was this professional creating the loudest racket you would have ever imagined. Anyway. I assumed the man knew his job. And all the while he was putting his life at risk for us - the man wasn't wearing any kind of protection - normal shoes, no thick gloves, nothing at all. Just plain and simple moccasin-like shoes! - I was standing at a vantage position in my balcony that overlooked this cobbled backyard of ours, telling him where I'd seen the blessed thing. And I can tell you I was praying all the while to all the Gods I could remember having ANYTHING to do with snakes to tell it to not harm us and to also keep the thing from harm itself - I didn't want it dead. I've seen enough of those he-snake being killed and she-snake turning up to take her revenge to be quaking in my boots and praying fervently it would go away and never return again. Finally, surprise, no snake. 'He must've slipped away'. THANK YOU kind snake catcher sir, for that precious nugget. While you were creating that racket, and pulling up my entire cobbled backyard, the snake would sit there patiently in EXACTLY the same spot, waiting for you to catch it and take it to its certain death!
Well, he finally left. And I laced up - literally. I'm talking of my shoes, of course and went back to the gym. worked out for another hour, reached my 3 kms in 20 mins, smiling to myself went through the rest of my workout and got acquainted with a fellow runner - an uncle, please, don't get your minds racing, you naughty people - got some gyan from him on how and why I should alternate my workouts, said goodnight to him and then stepped into the jacuzzi for the yummiest time. Warm, gentle water that bubbled and gurgled - water that lulled me into drowsiness till I realised I'd been in it for more than 15 minutes. 15 minutes of uninterrupted, honest, relaxed pleasure.
Sigh! I just CAN'T pick the OMG factor of the day...
What do you think won hands down in terms of the ohMIGAWD factor?
Tell me after you've read the details.
I started out the day with my driving lesson - which my instructor was very happy with, by the way. Day 2 today and I again drove on the Ring Road. No driving ground needed! Drove around the larger part of South Delhi and stumbled (figuratively, of course) only once. I'm VERY proud of myself :D. Drove till the gym and worked out for 2 hours straight. If you could see me now, you'd see a cheshire cat grin on me!
Got back and got ready in barely 15 minutes to go visit a swami ji my father has known for the last 40 or so years. Went there and did some langar sewa - served people lunch - and had one of the tastiest meals I've had in some time. I only had Amritsari Naan and the curry from a Dum Aaloo dish, but boy, did it put most of the places I eat at to shame - and I do eat out at a lot of good places. Anyway, I digress. The acharya I talk about was Shri Saraswati. The gentleman suffered from chicken pox as a child and lost his vision. Yet he went on to found the Veda Samaj. He was an illiterate person, yet translated the Vedas to English.
We came back from there and on the way back got to know that we had a king cobra hiding away in what I can - exaggeratingly so - claim to be my backyard. My brother, sister-in-law and some neighbors had been standing - literally - vigil for about 3 hours and when we arrived home, I took over from them. They'd called someone from the snake - catching department - did you EVER know we had such departments? - of the Municipal Corporation and they were stuck in exactly the place we were just coming from. Anyway, so while we waited, we kept vigil...and I saw the hood of the thing - shiny black - like a smooth onyx, with an absolutely white tilak - two perfectly parallel lines joined at the bottom in a U shape. OK, i just checked it wasn't a King Cobra after all. Hail Google baba! SO - I don't know what kind of a snake it was, but I've just told you what happened. And when the snake catcher did turn up, he started kicking around the cobblestones in my backyard. Now what I know of snakes is that they can discern even a whisper of a movement on the ground and be alerted by it - and here was this professional creating the loudest racket you would have ever imagined. Anyway. I assumed the man knew his job. And all the while he was putting his life at risk for us - the man wasn't wearing any kind of protection - normal shoes, no thick gloves, nothing at all. Just plain and simple moccasin-like shoes! - I was standing at a vantage position in my balcony that overlooked this cobbled backyard of ours, telling him where I'd seen the blessed thing. And I can tell you I was praying all the while to all the Gods I could remember having ANYTHING to do with snakes to tell it to not harm us and to also keep the thing from harm itself - I didn't want it dead. I've seen enough of those he-snake being killed and she-snake turning up to take her revenge to be quaking in my boots and praying fervently it would go away and never return again. Finally, surprise, no snake. 'He must've slipped away'. THANK YOU kind snake catcher sir, for that precious nugget. While you were creating that racket, and pulling up my entire cobbled backyard, the snake would sit there patiently in EXACTLY the same spot, waiting for you to catch it and take it to its certain death!
Well, he finally left. And I laced up - literally. I'm talking of my shoes, of course and went back to the gym. worked out for another hour, reached my 3 kms in 20 mins, smiling to myself went through the rest of my workout and got acquainted with a fellow runner - an uncle, please, don't get your minds racing, you naughty people - got some gyan from him on how and why I should alternate my workouts, said goodnight to him and then stepped into the jacuzzi for the yummiest time. Warm, gentle water that bubbled and gurgled - water that lulled me into drowsiness till I realised I'd been in it for more than 15 minutes. 15 minutes of uninterrupted, honest, relaxed pleasure.
Sigh! I just CAN'T pick the OMG factor of the day...
posted by ShaluBhuchar at
5:23 PM
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5 minutes of uninterrupted, honest, relaxed pleasure.
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way to go girl... you deserve it.
~Charu MS... remember me?
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