I was glad to get out of Lashmanjhula and away from the 'House of Horrors' and the 'Pervert'.
My lovely sweet friend Esme that I used to work with in Cyprus years ago had given me the name of a friend of hers in Rishikesh. I called him and met him and he kindly found me a great apartment right on the river Ganges.
I have a huge balcony where I do my yoga and every day and I have a little kitchen so I can prepare my own food and I even have a beautiful dopey cow that comes to visit me everyday. I have named her Blu due to the fact that some twat has painted her horns navy.
She looks up at my balcony and moo's until she gets my attention and I come out of my room and onto the balcony. She just looks up at me so lovingly through her long black eyelashes and big brown eyes and now I keep a supply of fruit in my room all the time so when she moo's I run out and sling some bananas off the balcony down to her.
It's really funny, she turns up every afternoon about 4pm and all the locals walking past laugh at me and the daft cow looking up at me. We are a bit like Romeo and Juliet but the animal version. Two fat cows loving each other from two different worlds.
Any way yesterday I was on the balcony eating a papaya and sharing it with Blu when a Sadhu in his orange robes rocks up next to Blu and starts shouting at me to throw him down some money, the cheeky bleeder. Now I'm not sure what all this Sadhu business is all about and I don't want to be disrespectful but as far as I can see , if you are fit enough to be walking all over India then you are fit enough to get your arse in gear and get a soddin job.
Most of these Sadhus are sat at the side of the road all day with a begging bowl in one hand shaking it at you as you walk past and a huge joint in the other. Well I have paid for drugs more times than I care to remember for men over the years and I have not come to India to repeat the same mistake.
There are hundreds of these Sadhus in Rishikesh all robed up in their orange cloth and carrying a stick and a begging bowl, they are every where you look but I'm really not sure about their legitimacy. I have read some incredible books talking about these wise old spiritual men of India but to be honest a lot of the ones I have met have just been begging old pervs.
The other day I was down at the Ganga meditating and a Sadhu comes over and taps me on the shoulder dragging me unwillingly out of my inner peace. Now usually if a man touches me like that, that I don't know I would for sure smack his hand away from me and I would have told him to feck off out of there, but I thought to myself this could be one of those moments in life where some one, some incredible spiritual being talks to me and changes the way I feel and live the rest of my entire life.
This didn't turn out to be one of those experiences unfortunately and I wish I had of told him to feck off.
He asked me to take his photograph so trying not to be sceptical I obliged. Then of course he asked me for money so I put my hand into my bag and pulled out a couple of coins that I had been keeping there for such an occasion. I learned to keep all my notes together in one purse and then coins separate in another purse to give to beggars that way I didn't have to get out a purse full of notes in front of them that they would have sure insisted I gave them
Anyway the rotten sod took one look at the 2 rupee's I had offered and screwed up his face like he had just encountered a bad fart, "No madame not enough I want 50 rupees' the bloody cheek of it, well you can piss off for your 50 rupees I thought and I was beginning to wish that this bloody Sadhu would sod off! so I put the coins back in my bag absolutely fumin at his cheek. Well he was not impressed he started huffing and puffing like a steam engine. "Give me the 50 rupees madame, you took photo of me, you very rich, you very white, you very money"
I was starting to get really pissed off with this Sadhu "I also have common sense in this very rich, white head" I said "and if someone gives you 2 rupees you should be very bloody grateful and not demand more, now piss off and get a job"
Well I probably shouldn't of said the last part but to be honest he asked fore it. He stormed off down the beach with sand kicking up in the air behind him with his orange robes flying behind him like angry fire, looking over his shoulder at me with venom in his nasty greedy eyes cursing me in Hindi. I'm not sure where he was heading but I doubt very much that he was off to the job center.
There is also a Sadhu here that has really put the wind up me and that is the only thing he will be putting up me I can tell you.
One day I was walking through town and we came face to face with each other. I was struck by how familiar he seemed and similar we looked. We were both dressed in orange and he had green eyes like mine and long dark curly hair. I was frozen to the spot, it felt like he was holding me there with the power of his stare. I had just read in a book that the only woman that stare back at you if you look in their eyes are western woman and prostitutes, well most Indian men think we are the same thing anyway, but I couldn't help it I was stood there like stone rooted into the earth. He mumbled some madness that I didn't understand but there was most definitely lust in those piercing eyes, I could see it and smell it, it hung between us like a blanket of dirty dark demonic lust.
Eventually I pulled myself away from him and I felt shaken and violated, unclean like he had touched me, it was very strange. Since that day I see him everywhere. Sometimes I am walking and I feel his eyes on me and I see him then hiding in the shadows watching me. This sounds crazy but just now I went outside to get some water and he was outside the Internet cafe just watching me and I really felt he knew that I was writing about him. It's a strange feeling but when I see him it is like every thing around us is in slow motion and he looks deep into my soul and everything else fades away apart from me and him, it's scary.
His dark green eyes scan every inch of my body and he is mumbling under his breath, he seems troubled and angry and it is obvious to me that the lift most definitely does not go to the top floor there.
I talked to my new friend about it who is Indian and he said that most of the Sadhus that are begging in the street are bloody loaded. He told me that most of them sell drugs and most of them have girlfriends and not to give them anything because they get free food every where they go because people are scared that they will put a curse on them.
To be honest I couldn't give a toss about a curse because if they are selling drugs and sleeping with girls and tricking people into giving them money then they are not spiritual men, they are imposter's, bogus and no better than the rest of us sinners. So as far as I am concerned they have no powers anyway and I would think I would be more capable of giving them a good kicking all over the banks of the Ganges than they would be of putting as curse on me.
Anyway just in case I am going to give them a wide birth along with the dogs and the monkeys which is a shame because there are bound to be some legit Sadhus amongst them, its just unfortunate that I have met the beggars and the ball scratches.
My friend told me that a lot of Sadhus just up and leave their families, their wives and children and just go off into the mountains visiting shrines and temples. I think it is wonderful that someone has a call from God and wants to dedicate their life to God but what about their children? what about their wife? who is going to look after them?
I don't understand it and I'm not saying it is wrong because it is exactly what Buddha did and the world I think is a better place because he did but still I think some men just piss off because they are fed up of the responsibility of a family and they want to be free of it so they throw on some orange robes call them selves a Sadhu (monk) and abandon their family and wander alone selfishly without any responsibility begging when they are fit enough to work and getting stoned. Sounds very much like half of my ex boyfriends.
I do give money to some of the beggars in Rishikesh just not the saucy Sadhus.
Every day I give a little to a man that sits under a tree with a calf. They are there every day, I have some photos of them on face book. I think the man has had polio as his legs are very thin and they look like they have not developed they are tucked up underneath his body, just folded lifeless limbs.
It is so wonderful to watch him and this little baby calf together. I think the calf thinks this man is his mommy because she nuzzles up against him rubbing her face into the warmth of his little body, it is very touching, there is so much love between them. The man has never asked me for money he just sits on the floor under this tree looking up at everyone with a beautiful smile.
There are a lot of beggars with missing limbs and deformities. One lady in Lakshanjhula sits on the same steps everyday holding out her arm, I don't know what has happened to it, it is really inflamed and red and it is covered in flies, they are eating away at it. It is very sad.
I really would love to meet a wise spiritual man here in India. I have read such wonderful accounts of people meeting these incredible magical and mysterious souls that wonder through spiritual India, sharing their wisdom and tales of God, I'm sure I could learn many things from such souls as these but I am going to wait and if there is such a soul in Rishikesh then if it is Gods will then I will meet him.
My lovely sweet friend Esme that I used to work with in Cyprus years ago had given me the name of a friend of hers in Rishikesh. I called him and met him and he kindly found me a great apartment right on the river Ganges.
I have a huge balcony where I do my yoga and every day and I have a little kitchen so I can prepare my own food and I even have a beautiful dopey cow that comes to visit me everyday. I have named her Blu due to the fact that some twat has painted her horns navy.
She looks up at my balcony and moo's until she gets my attention and I come out of my room and onto the balcony. She just looks up at me so lovingly through her long black eyelashes and big brown eyes and now I keep a supply of fruit in my room all the time so when she moo's I run out and sling some bananas off the balcony down to her.
It's really funny, she turns up every afternoon about 4pm and all the locals walking past laugh at me and the daft cow looking up at me. We are a bit like Romeo and Juliet but the animal version. Two fat cows loving each other from two different worlds.
Any way yesterday I was on the balcony eating a papaya and sharing it with Blu when a Sadhu in his orange robes rocks up next to Blu and starts shouting at me to throw him down some money, the cheeky bleeder. Now I'm not sure what all this Sadhu business is all about and I don't want to be disrespectful but as far as I can see , if you are fit enough to be walking all over India then you are fit enough to get your arse in gear and get a soddin job.
Most of these Sadhus are sat at the side of the road all day with a begging bowl in one hand shaking it at you as you walk past and a huge joint in the other. Well I have paid for drugs more times than I care to remember for men over the years and I have not come to India to repeat the same mistake.
There are hundreds of these Sadhus in Rishikesh all robed up in their orange cloth and carrying a stick and a begging bowl, they are every where you look but I'm really not sure about their legitimacy. I have read some incredible books talking about these wise old spiritual men of India but to be honest a lot of the ones I have met have just been begging old pervs.
The other day I was down at the Ganga meditating and a Sadhu comes over and taps me on the shoulder dragging me unwillingly out of my inner peace. Now usually if a man touches me like that, that I don't know I would for sure smack his hand away from me and I would have told him to feck off out of there, but I thought to myself this could be one of those moments in life where some one, some incredible spiritual being talks to me and changes the way I feel and live the rest of my entire life.
This didn't turn out to be one of those experiences unfortunately and I wish I had of told him to feck off.
He asked me to take his photograph so trying not to be sceptical I obliged. Then of course he asked me for money so I put my hand into my bag and pulled out a couple of coins that I had been keeping there for such an occasion. I learned to keep all my notes together in one purse and then coins separate in another purse to give to beggars that way I didn't have to get out a purse full of notes in front of them that they would have sure insisted I gave them
Anyway the rotten sod took one look at the 2 rupee's I had offered and screwed up his face like he had just encountered a bad fart, "No madame not enough I want 50 rupees' the bloody cheek of it, well you can piss off for your 50 rupees I thought and I was beginning to wish that this bloody Sadhu would sod off! so I put the coins back in my bag absolutely fumin at his cheek. Well he was not impressed he started huffing and puffing like a steam engine. "Give me the 50 rupees madame, you took photo of me, you very rich, you very white, you very money"
I was starting to get really pissed off with this Sadhu "I also have common sense in this very rich, white head" I said "and if someone gives you 2 rupees you should be very bloody grateful and not demand more, now piss off and get a job"
Well I probably shouldn't of said the last part but to be honest he asked fore it. He stormed off down the beach with sand kicking up in the air behind him with his orange robes flying behind him like angry fire, looking over his shoulder at me with venom in his nasty greedy eyes cursing me in Hindi. I'm not sure where he was heading but I doubt very much that he was off to the job center.
There is also a Sadhu here that has really put the wind up me and that is the only thing he will be putting up me I can tell you.
One day I was walking through town and we came face to face with each other. I was struck by how familiar he seemed and similar we looked. We were both dressed in orange and he had green eyes like mine and long dark curly hair. I was frozen to the spot, it felt like he was holding me there with the power of his stare. I had just read in a book that the only woman that stare back at you if you look in their eyes are western woman and prostitutes, well most Indian men think we are the same thing anyway, but I couldn't help it I was stood there like stone rooted into the earth. He mumbled some madness that I didn't understand but there was most definitely lust in those piercing eyes, I could see it and smell it, it hung between us like a blanket of dirty dark demonic lust.
Eventually I pulled myself away from him and I felt shaken and violated, unclean like he had touched me, it was very strange. Since that day I see him everywhere. Sometimes I am walking and I feel his eyes on me and I see him then hiding in the shadows watching me. This sounds crazy but just now I went outside to get some water and he was outside the Internet cafe just watching me and I really felt he knew that I was writing about him. It's a strange feeling but when I see him it is like every thing around us is in slow motion and he looks deep into my soul and everything else fades away apart from me and him, it's scary.
His dark green eyes scan every inch of my body and he is mumbling under his breath, he seems troubled and angry and it is obvious to me that the lift most definitely does not go to the top floor there.
I talked to my new friend about it who is Indian and he said that most of the Sadhus that are begging in the street are bloody loaded. He told me that most of them sell drugs and most of them have girlfriends and not to give them anything because they get free food every where they go because people are scared that they will put a curse on them.
To be honest I couldn't give a toss about a curse because if they are selling drugs and sleeping with girls and tricking people into giving them money then they are not spiritual men, they are imposter's, bogus and no better than the rest of us sinners. So as far as I am concerned they have no powers anyway and I would think I would be more capable of giving them a good kicking all over the banks of the Ganges than they would be of putting as curse on me.
Anyway just in case I am going to give them a wide birth along with the dogs and the monkeys which is a shame because there are bound to be some legit Sadhus amongst them, its just unfortunate that I have met the beggars and the ball scratches.
My friend told me that a lot of Sadhus just up and leave their families, their wives and children and just go off into the mountains visiting shrines and temples. I think it is wonderful that someone has a call from God and wants to dedicate their life to God but what about their children? what about their wife? who is going to look after them?
I don't understand it and I'm not saying it is wrong because it is exactly what Buddha did and the world I think is a better place because he did but still I think some men just piss off because they are fed up of the responsibility of a family and they want to be free of it so they throw on some orange robes call them selves a Sadhu (monk) and abandon their family and wander alone selfishly without any responsibility begging when they are fit enough to work and getting stoned. Sounds very much like half of my ex boyfriends.
I do give money to some of the beggars in Rishikesh just not the saucy Sadhus.
Every day I give a little to a man that sits under a tree with a calf. They are there every day, I have some photos of them on face book. I think the man has had polio as his legs are very thin and they look like they have not developed they are tucked up underneath his body, just folded lifeless limbs.
It is so wonderful to watch him and this little baby calf together. I think the calf thinks this man is his mommy because she nuzzles up against him rubbing her face into the warmth of his little body, it is very touching, there is so much love between them. The man has never asked me for money he just sits on the floor under this tree looking up at everyone with a beautiful smile.
There are a lot of beggars with missing limbs and deformities. One lady in Lakshanjhula sits on the same steps everyday holding out her arm, I don't know what has happened to it, it is really inflamed and red and it is covered in flies, they are eating away at it. It is very sad.
I really would love to meet a wise spiritual man here in India. I have read such wonderful accounts of people meeting these incredible magical and mysterious souls that wonder through spiritual India, sharing their wisdom and tales of God, I'm sure I could learn many things from such souls as these but I am going to wait and if there is such a soul in Rishikesh then if it is Gods will then I will meet him.
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