Alternate Vision

Drumming with my eyes closed, especially in front of an audience, leaves me in a premeditative state of mind. I tend to loose myself in the crisp folds of the rhythm whilst plotting and planning the next variation that is to come. Truth be told though, with so many women in the crowd, I find it the best way to prevent myself from getting distracted. Yes, laugh if you must. Maybe after a few more of these, I will become proficient at returning furtive glances, the type that leave your knees weak, hormones raging, and... while effortlessly treating the rest of the room to a flawless beat. Ainda nao.



Holi Hai.The sensation of spending several hours frolicking in several inches of what was effectively a marshland is second to none. Amongst other less important things, my shoes were rendered useless thanks to the hail (and the resultant mukh) that graced the occasion. So we just went barefoot. As the babaji put it, "Shiva has blessed us with a quick shower and a full moon night of Phalgun on Holi." The temple visit will have to wait till next week sadly. Hopefully the weather will be more supportive then.
I like that one can get organic butter, fresh tofu, basmati rice and now even some Indian spices at the wheatsville coop at a price that is more affordable than say Central Market. Anderson brought me lunch from there on Friday. Grilled tofu dipped in a savory raisin n nut sauce, fresh pasta salad drizzled with feta cheese and stir fried noodles. I ought to return the favor, but instead, I will just cook him a proper Indian meal. Yes, its about time I hosted a dinner party. Off to light some nagchampa and return to the confines of the Kite Runner.