Day 11 and 12

The Mark Twain passage still has my head in compromise- Does everything have a mission and a purpose?

Yesterday we began our day getting mail sent to our friends in North America. We wrote our cards and went to the post to mail them. They needed to be sealed so I asked how it was to be done. I got the familiar head jiggle and and a nod to the far corner. I went to the table to install myself and found in an old cut water bottle glue and a stick to apply. I did my application and then attended to the drying.

We then carried out the call to the doctor and made our appointment for 8 pm after class. Class ended up being 2 and half hours and taped so we were late but he seemed not to notice.

Geeta taught about knee pain and the 2 hours was all different knee action. It was filmed as she is not sure as of yet if she will retire and just in case she wanted to be sure that we are doing the right thing. The theme was dukha and sukha. Omaha was a marvel and sat through the entire class. Todays with Abbhi as well.

After class we grabbed a rickshaw argued with one driver who wanted to much and went to another who was just right. He took us to the good Doctor where we had a lovely tea and spoke of many things. Politics, human relations, India verses, North America and in all reality we are not so different. We all do the same things and remark on them with other equations that suit our traditions. Abuse is all over and honesty is still abundant it just depends on if you are drinking the drink or if it is drinking you as the good doctor says.

We made plans to see one another the next day and went home for the night.

So now today (12). Omaha and I went to class this morning then called our good Doctor to meet later this day. We made arrangements to meet at the post at 3:30 and speak with his friends the Ayruvedic doctors whom practice one of Patanjali's creations. The docotor's came at the appointed hour and off we went on scooters with out helmets, true Indian style, to our cafe up and around the corner. I have been dying to get on a scooter since we entered India. And Omaha did very well.

At our ritual cafe I was indoctrinated, modestly albeit to Ayurveda, so now my dear pupils of The Little Yoga Room I will be able to consult not one but 3 doctors of India, one of modern medicine and 2 of Ayurveda to help us further our journey to thy self.

So does everything have a mission and a purpose? Did that sunburn come not only to heal the tension of control I felt for this trip and the people on it but also to meet the good Doctor Sawant to become not only a healer and hopeful tour guide through out our time in Pune but also to become a colleague and most revered friend.

Again I must say God Bless India as nothing has had so many rich experiences so far from home and yet so closely laid.