Like a bursting village in the day and a cemetary at night. Bodhgaya is an eerie town after 10 pm. Not a sound or a wishper from the day time loudness. It is a really strange feeling if I must say so
Thursday, June 30, 2011
A morning under the bodhi tree
Sitting just sitting under the bodhi tree makes us reflect on life.
People from all walks of life even indians revere this place of a holy man who have seen the way.
Though self stavation may seemed like the way to salvation. I believe that suffering is one of the passage to salvation.
Monks toruists prigrims locals alike are seeking one thing.
The knowledge of life and the key to salvation.
All things equal and all things a reflection of a blink through time.
We pounder the essense of life and death.
We think we ponder we achieve therefore we are human
Last day in bodhgaya
Wounds heal with time and time waits for no man
A mans life is like a healing wound
Burning and scarring with time that pass us by
Like a candle burning out.
It will come a time we need all part
Something random will come to give us lifes next challenge to come
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Staying in a monastary
I have noticed that many travellers are staying ina monastary and that they are cheap but there are rules in those monasteries so if I do not have a choice then I will stay in those.
But I believe it will be fun living in one and I will have lots of opportunities. Leaving in a guest house isnt so bad either
What a stack of 100 rs bills
The money changer actually gave me a full stack of 100 dollars bill what a spread.... Going to ticken my wallet
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