social study

Some profound realizations

This year I have had more hospital check-ins than the last 7 years combined. Maybe age is a factor like some are pointing out. Maybe the SaniMahadasa (Saturn influence) is a factor like some others are saying. Then there is just the activities like hectic travel and hiking gravel paths down mountain slopes which are factors.

No matter what the cause or the interpretive diagnosis from X-rays, MRI’s etc. the bottom line is that I am not yet walking normally at a brisk pace, unable to climb stairs, let alone hike up hills and mountains and not easily sit cross legged on a daily basis.

The physiotherapists are helping. I am doing wood pecker and clam shell poses instead of eagles and locusts.. flight related yoga references have changed to more grounded things.. That irony is not lost on me!

Apparently I have toned muscles, but not enough of them and unless I start doing some weights and get more protein and get muscle gain (after the knee is repaired with ice, heat, ibuprofen, rest, physio for next two weeks) things will not improve. Also noted.. amazing core strength inspite of not having enough muscle. Guess that is thanks to years of yoga. Supposed to use that core strength to help build other muscles. Time will tell. I take the student part very seriously and try to make my teachers proud. Hope my physios at Kaiser will be proud of my effort.

Last week I did get a “talking”. The previous week they had asked me to do 7 sets once of a bunch of exercises. I misheard it and didn’t read the printout fully. Only used the pictures in the printouts to remember the exercise sequence and did 7 sets of 7 reps each.. was doing it every 2 hours from 7AM to 7PM. More physio doesnt mean faster recovery. Might have made it worse. Doing those once a day didn’t seem to be much of exercise, so I was surprised. Turns out things are supposed to be progressing slowly.

“Slow” - a word that doesn’t exist in my dictionary (you can read that like a Gabtun dialogue). Now I have reconciled to this word. Progress is being made. I am able to walk better now without pain for longer times and have no swelling.

The only challenge is to sit on the floor. Did Amavasai tharpanam and sent the usual photo to my mom after doing tharpanam. That is my way of telling her it was done. I did smile without wincing today. Managed to sit on the floor for an hour. Was not easy to do a namaskaram and get up but it was not bad.

Now coming to the profound realization.. We live in a very complex polarized geo political world.

Thanks to sweeping generalizations that if you stand for A in issue 1, you automatically stand for B in issue 2 etc. type logic. I see Desis, Jewish friends, Israelis, White friends, black friends, Brahmin friends, women friends, yoga buddies, everyone caught in these false logic traps. Silence is not acceptance in a digital world where everything you say is being used against you on an immediate basis. That is one realization. Folks who are very vocal are usually the least knowledgeable on what they are vocal about. That is another realization. AI Algos are definitely not being used to create truthful summaries. They are being used more to obfuscate the truth.

Then there was yet another realization. After coming back from India, have been using the Tharpanam book to do offerings to dad and all ancestors on every new moon day and other special days. Wanted to understand the procedure and meaning behind what I was doing. Our Vaadhyaar in India said “indha kaalaththula ellam onlinela irukkunnaa! onnukku rendu article cross refer panni paarungo!” Clearly he was on the side of online education in the. interest of time. So I did do that search in June.

When we finally do the offering of water with the darbai grass which features in all prominent rituals. We also offer sesame seeds with the water (for a person allergic to sesame seeds, I find that also interesting) .

We recite:

Eshaam (those) na (no) maathaa(mother) na(no) pitha(father) na(no) brathaa(brother) na(no) cha bandhavaah (and relatives)

they sarve (them all) thrupthi(fulfilment) mayaanthu(may they satisfy) mayoth(offered by me, poured out by me) srushtaihi kusodhahai (water mixed with a specific grass)

The idea is that I am not just offering it to my dad and all the dearly departed on both sides of the family, but also offering this to anyone who does not have folks who can do this offering for them. This is the equivalent of a hospital not turning back anyone because they don’t have insurance. We all take care of each other, as not everyone has someone to fall back on.

This is the ultimate realization of “all for one and one for all”, or “no one left behind”, even when offering rites to satisfy dead souls. “Vedic rituals had socialism built into it” It is one interpretation by me. This will immediately get a visceral reaction from capitalist friends who might object to their tharpanam going to dead people they still hold a grudge against and might add an exception list. Everything is possible in Kali kaalam.

There was good in this world and there will continue to be. That was the last realization. The only thing my dad kept asking me over and over again on every visit to India was “enakku kaariyam ellam oru koraiyum vekkaama pannuviyonno?” (promise me you will do all the last rites for me without taking any shortcuts). He was a stickler for details and knowing me the way he did, I was offended by him even asking me that. My mom would smile everytime I would say “Ellam pannuven BR. Don’t worry!”. Once we go, we are gone, hopefully to a much better place far far away and our destiny shouldn’t be gated by what our progeny does for us after the fact. It should be decided by what we did when we were alive. However, I do for my father what he wanted and I did promise him with all my heart.

I have no sons and don’t plan on extracting any promise from anyone to do any last rites for me. Hopefully I do enough good while alive that my afterlife is not gated by what someone else has to do on my behalf.

Then again, there are enough people doing this tharpanam for their ancestors and they got me covered, in case my belief system has gaping holes!

After all, what do I know about the afterlife?

The worst of people and the best of people - A tale of two days

It was a tale of two days, where we saw the worst in people and the best in people!

The previous post in this series is here.

After a night at the hotel in Harshil village near the Gangothri Helipad, we were. waiting to get the call on day 4 to be picked up and ride to Phata first and then on to Kedarnath. The ride to Phata is 45 minutes. Then we were to wait for a government Helicopter to take us to Kedarnath. That is a 4 minute Heli-shuttle ride but it is common to all tour operators. We saw no pickup call sign and were worried. We were ready at 6AM but till 8 AM they kept stalling. Finally we told our driver we will go to the Helipad and he did get the call.

When we went there we realized that they were stalling us because the two other people who were to join us in our helicopter were no shows. They missed seeing Gangothri the previous day due to bad weather (we had made a wise decision to go straight to the temple!) and against the instructions of the tour service had decided to go early morning on day 4. They had been told they will forfeit their ride but guess they had influence with some minister or other and took their chances. Finally they came after 6 hours! We waited in a helipad with no food and a porta potty where my in-laws had to just sit, walk around and bear it for all that time thanks to some really irresponsible people. They were feeling so guilty that they could not even make eye contact with us. We controlled ourselves and went on that 45 minute ride.

When we reached Phata, we were told by the Thumby travels folks that there was no way we were going to make it to Kedarnath. Again it wasn’t true. The two people with us didn’t want to go as their adult kids were still stuck in Badrinath. So we missed the last chopper to Kedarnath, even though we were willing to go stay overnight at Kedarnath, which had its own risks. All of us were tired and made peace with the fact that worse case we see 3/4 and miss Badrinath. It was already 5 and there was no more shuttles. We made it to the hotel we were supposed to stay in anyways (after visiting Kedarnath).

We met a wonderful family that had missed out on Kedarnath the previous day and were now staying in the same hotel as us. A husband and wife, both doctors, their two young cricket loving sons and his parents. We got to chat with them over dinner and they told us what it takes to get out of this situation. So my FIL called the travel operator and told him what had happened. We were promised that we will be on the first chopper out of Phata, no matter what.

Day 5, early morning we ended up in Phata helipad and this time two different people joined us as we made the 4 minute flight. “You have to be in and out in under 2 hours if you want to make it out same day!” was the instruction.

When we reached Kedarnath literally a few minutes later, MIL already had shortness of breath. So the decision was made 3 to 1 (and after a few minutes it was unanimous) that MIL be carried from helipad to the temple on a PIttu (basket). The three of us would walk alongside. We were not sure if FIL could walk it, but he did us proud. We walked as fast as we could with the guide, who then pushed us into a line and said “when you come out, meet me there” and disappeared. We were in a large pig pen with 200 other folks where there was room for only 150 people. There was a line 3 miles long where folks who walk the 30+ kilometers were waiting to get in. For every 20 people in the regular line, two people from this area would be inserted in. What we did not know was that there was a cutoff time when the inner shrine would be cordoned off for a few hours. So there was a mad rush in both lines. The regular line folks behaved much more decently than the people who joined the helicopter crowd. Not everyone in this pen was from the heli tours. There were folks who told me they knew someone who knew someone and had been pushed into the line. God works in mysterious ways and if he wants you to see him, you will. Otherwise…

It was really dangerous and there was a stampede where the crowd showed no mercy. My MIL almost got crushed and her specs were thrown out and she started crying. San and me got separated. I could not even see my FIL. There were really nasty people in the crowd as were genuinely nice folks who helped my in-laws to safety(they told us later). We all went where the crowd took us.

Eventually all of us got to see Kedareshwarar and when I walked up, a priest put a veshti on my shoulder, put some turmeric and ghee on my forehead and told me to go touch all four sides of the mountain deity. There were only 8-9 people inside the shrine at the time and 4 were priests. Had already seen San leave on my way in and she was happy and beaming. Later I learned that she was happy because the priest gave her a rudhrasha necklace. In spite of going through an ordeal to get there, there was peace inside that shrine. Walked out and met San. We then took pictures and found my FIL and MIL. We all looked haggard and exhausted to each other.

The pittu guy was found and we made it back to the helipad. We signed in for the return ride and after an hours wait, made it on a helicopter to Phata again. This time we wanted to go straight to Badrinath as it was supposed to be Badrinath day. The two people who were to come with us refused to join us, claiming their kids were still stuck in Kedarnath. At that point the tour opeartor told them that if they don’t get in the helicopter with us, they have to go by road for the next leg and they forfeit their ride.. There was this flight coordinator, Saravanan, who really managed to calm everyone and get everyone to where they were going. He told us “you will make it to Badrinath today! Do not worry. We are making arrangements for their family to join them in the next chopper. They will come!” All six of us boarded the helicopter and we landed in Badrinath. It was till early evening.

We told our driver to take us straight to the temple. No hotel. Just go. Told him the four of us had no other option. He obliged. Again we had a long walk from the closest place a car could go to the temple. PIttu to the rescue, again. MIL got on the pittu and we walked (you can see it in the video). We made it and saw Badrinath, up close for almost 5 mintues. Then it was time to walk back.

There was an option to go see the Mana village and further up to Ganesh cave, Vyas cave and on to the Saraswathi temple and the Pandava statues. That was as high as the local tourists go on day trips. It was a long hike. It was all possible if we had the full day at Badrinath. We had two hours before it got dark. Our guide told us it was not an easy hike to do in 2 hours. We told him we went up Yamunothri three days earlier and he said “you guys must be used to hiking. you look fit. we will see”.

MIL said she will stay back at the base in a restaurant. Then the three of us went up. FIL came up till Ganesh Cave and said that is as far as he goes. He decided to sit outside another small cafe near Ganesh Gufa. San and me ran up to Vyas Gufa and all the way to the other two sites. The fact that we kept leaving people behind suddenly stuck a chord in my head when I saw the Pandava statue with the dog where the dog and Yudhishtira leave everyone behind… Please don’t even ask if I am comparing myself to the great Yudhishtira.. I am just San’s pet dog who walks a few steps ahead at times..

Good thing is unlike the pandavas story, we came back and picked up everyone and walked back to the car. Then it was time to spend the night in a nice hotel in Badrinath.

We did not in our wildest dreams, imagine we would see both Kedareshwarar and Badrinath on the same day! Especially after the previous days events. It was meant to be !!

After picking and choosing, there are 50 photos. The first two are us at Kedarnath and Badrinath. The rest are grouped into landscape and portrait format galleries.

A video highlight for two days. It is long but captures the essence of what we went through..

It was great that we had met the other family with small kids and elderly parents. . We had made new friends.

It was a grueling but satisfying day and we really needed the rest.

Now I need a rest after writing this blog post. Time to ice my swollen knee some more before going to bed!

Will continue the travelog in a few days..

Japan Trip- Day 4 Kyoto to Todaiji Temple in Nara

The previous post in this series is here..

While on the bus from Osaka to Kyoto, we had already decided to go back to Nara to see the Todaiji temple and the giant Buddha. It meant having to get up the very next day and take an early train.

There was no breakfast included in our hotel in Kyoto. Also, my BFF and me decided that there will be more Uniqlo shopping. That meant, every food item we had got from the US in case we could not find veggie food had to be consumed to make way for clothes.

We got up early, folks got stuff at a 7-11 outside the train station and we got on the train to Nara.

We walked literally past the deer park that we had visited the previous day and went on for another 20 minutes through quiet streets and parking lots to the Todaiji temple. This temple has a very very large Buddha statue and the entire temple complex is huge and amazing. It was built in the mid 700’s out of wood and metal nails. It is massive. Then the deer are everywhere. They smelled the energy bars in my bag and kept going for it!

The temple had a small hole in a pillar through which folks were trying to squeeze themselves. A few kids made it but adults tried and failed. I did a corkscrew maneuver through that tiny hole and my friend pulled me out a bit! Everyone there clapped for me. Apparently folks who can go through that hole in the pillar are in for good times. That certainly has been true. (you can see it in the video). It was a nice experience.

Do NOT miss this temple when in Nara. It will take at least a few hours to see the temple and the museum which is fantastic (sadly, no photos allowed inside museum) but you get to see the artifacts from 700 AD of wooden Saraswathi and Lakshmi that are even more impressive than the Bronze statues we see in Tanjavur museum that came 200 years later. Two photo galleries..

A few photos in landscape format..

It started drizzling when we came out of the temple. The photos we got were gorgeous with the rain clouds being all dramatic. We stopped for some ice cream on the way out. We were in two minds to eat something in Nara or go back to Kyoto and eat. Decided to stop at the 7-11 opposite the deer park for a short break (the restrooms are there) and we made our way back to Kyoto. By the time we had finished the temple the restaurants weren’t open.

Jr. wanted to eat in this famous Raman place in Nara, but it wasn’t meant to be.

A longer video highlight reel.. especially the train ride. Trains crossing each other every 3rd minute at that speed. 6 year old kids just traveling on their own for 30 minutes by train to go to school. A very different country and a very different culture.

We caught the next train back and were in Kyoto station. Our next location was bittersweet.. that in the next post.