Almost dead

So far I've been really close to dying twice in a month.

First time I was close to dying... I was on the bike on the way home after exercising a little bit... I was very dark...

Most driving in India are druggies....which can be seen from their driving.
It had just been raining…. and the brakes usually don't do a good job in India when it's been raining. It was really dark and the road was like most roads in India (broken....rough and full of holes in the ground)..

Suddenly an "auto" (three wheeler leaving BLACK pollution (most European pollution is kind of grayish whitish...you'll notice it even if you don’t observe carefully…lol) ) appears out of nowhere coming right towards me. It seemed like the Howarts Express in the Harry Potter Movie (yes I've found a decent library after a looong search….where I've started passing some of my time)...

I couldn’t brake…the bike wouldn’t stop when I pressed the brakes....it's coming right towards me….with quite a high speed. Of course I was in a such a shock I couldn't change the direction.

Suddenly I'm right beside it with the bike standing still, and the auto standing still a few meter behind me (it passed by on the side).... Either my instincts changed the direction or the auto-driver had. Or something or someone else did. I can't remember changing direction. If I crashed into the auto.... there would be no way I would survive, since it was really dark and there weren't any streetlights to show a body lying on the ground until someone would notice the body the following day...by which time a few other vehicles would have driving over me.....


Second time was just today as I was wheeling on the bike again in the morning...and the pedal of the bike just broke...I feel down on a street with a lot of traffic.. luckily.. it was morning time and there wasn't much traffic...but if there was...well, yes I'd be dead again. The first thing I thought after falling was: "damn Indians!"...since no-one was bothering to help me up...

On another note I was delighted to see that the person who did offer to help after a while happened to be a sardar. Previous experiences have showed that sardars seem very reluctant to help someone in need of help…which is really sad...since that's why we were made distinct…… so that we can't run away from a situation where someone is in need.

For example when I had an accident in the escalator on Heathrow airport with my heavy baggage falling over me….and my dastar flying of….and my hair going loose...the person in front of me (a sardar and his wife)....just walked away....whereas some Gorey came and helped me up.....

So the fact that a young sardar came and offered to help me made me very happy..

Maybe I've revealed too much about me about my accidences in this post (clumsy)... My mum would never allow me to touch the bike if she found out....

On another note...if someone reading this…knows me personally....as in has met me outside the net....I request you NOT to forward this blog add to my sister or anyone else who knows me personally… cause....well just cause I don't want some stuff on this blog to be read by my family members....

Been writing very quickly so probably have a lot of spelling mistakes...but I’m sure you understand what I’m trying to say.

Wasted time

Haven’t posted for quite a long time. So much you could write...so little time....

Anyway will start of this message with a few negative notes:

I'm so jealous I couldn't attend any Summer Sikhi camps in London - Could sort some inspiration.

Was thinking of "going for it"...but I was having doubts...and having doubts about something you should be able to give you life for.. isn't very good (or giving your head for). So I didn't go for it, even though it was planned for 3rd Sept. Its just that I'm not sure I've got that 'trisna'….that thirst...that I can't live without it..... Had a big head ache because of that...for several days.....was lacking inspiration so much...

Positive notes: I've got a really good teacher relatively close to where I live. With Maharaj Kirpa...my lessons are going really well...having both vocal lessons and lessons on the Dilruba...

And and and..I've got a Taus sorted...Not sure If I posted about that ...but I bought it about a month ago...Really beautiful.... But one string too short....

Surprised how I manage to brake so many strings....

Although I'm learning what I came here for.....home is still home...and I miss my home sooo much.

Oh and if you haven’t noticed: “going for it” means…going and begging for the gift of Amrit.

Everything is going relatively well… I’m busy most of the time.. hardly have time over to ‘chill’

Its still very warm and dusty here…but I guess I’ll end this post with “chali janda eeh”

And I hope everything is going well for everyone else.