India is like that, I find. If you get bored or pissed off you can just change locations and have another experience altogether and Rajasthan can always be relied upon for both charm and romance not to mention great chai and even better chapatti!
My meditations are possibly not the kind of meditations that one who lives in the West imagines, I am not sitting calmly in a lotus position in utter imperviousness to the flies, or trying to find some way in which we can co habit if only I released my Mana Maori ego. I am not like most spiritual seekers who kid themselves that you can fake being a Yogi until you make it.
Instead I meditate on God rolling on the floor splitting his Divine Holy sides laughing fit to bust at my life and crying almost in Divine mirth whenever one of his agents send me into another useless tantrum of rage and frustration.
That my simple and silly life amuses my Beloved is enough to be getting along with for now.
My devotees will become fully initiated into the Art of Enlightened Breadmaking. I will ordain a Puri Baba, a Paratha Baba and a Bati Baba.As we grow across the world, I expect I will find a Croissant Baba and a Pan au chocolate Baba as well. I will arrange it so that even Oprah cooks chapatti on daytime TV while Nigella Lawson gnashes her perfect teeth and her agent wonders how she is ever going to get sex back into the Soul Kitchen.