Feeling: EMPIRICAL, OBSERVATIONAL; SOME TIT BITS

Feeling: EMPIRICAL, OBSERVATIONAL; SOME TIT BITS
  
A few titty bitty’s I have concluded, observed, realised and acted upon. 

Righto, number one. 

1. The Washing

My Lord, I have a newfound respect for previous generations when it comes to washing clothes. 

The machine here is a hefty old school beast, something I’ve never encountered before. Being a 1991 born lass, I’ve only ever known washing machines where you chuck in dirty clothes, dash a scoop of powder, press some buttons so it lights up and bam, Bob’s your uncle (though not anymore – sorry, very few will get that snide joke). 

But then I came face to face with the machine here and Cripes! It’s such a process. 

First you have to unwind the hose to fill it up with water. Not as simple as it may sound. Then, you must manually keep setting the spin cycle as it only has a ten minute limit. Then you have to take the clothes out and rinse them in a big tub of water to remove soap suds. Then get another dunking in a further bucket to take off clinging residue. Then the clothes get put in this weird whirlwind thing that is like a dryer but isn’t a dryer at all. Then the load gets hung out. 

Mate, so much more respect for domesticated persons of past, and so much love for the top loader I’ll be returning to.

 
2. Gum.

        

You could say I was a bit of a gum chewer. Heavilly so. Ok, I was addicted to gum.

It was more a tool to keep me from eating anything. Sugarfree gum with hardly any calories; perfect to keep the temptation to snack at bay. Before I left it got to the point that some days I was spending upwards of $20 on Extra Bubblemint. 

Prone to being OCD when it comes to numbers, I’d have to have four pieces at a time and I’d go through a pack at a rapid pace. I’d chew all day, everyday except when I was at the gym and then it’d be the first thing I did as soon as I finished running/spinning/Pilate-ing – pellet in, relax. 

I haven’t chewed gum since the day before I left. And I haven’t missed it at all! I hardly noticed it until two days ago, when I was at the store up the street. A big chewing gum display boasted a vast array of flavours: cantaloupe, melon, berry, guava – quite the buffet. The shopkeeper saw me eyeing it up and proceeded to try and sell me. I was sorely tempted. Oh how I imagined the sweet succulent stick of artificial crap clenched between my teeth! 

But I said no and turned away. Seems so menial and stupid, but a big, big leap of progress for Pop. Gum = ED’s weapon. No more. (Or a least in “normal” indulgences, one pellet at a time).

3. Running Hot and Cold

Since being here, I haven’t had a hot shower. Henio has always spouted the importance of ending a wash with a douse of cold water over the bod and seeing as I couldn’t for the life of me figure out the water heater, I decided I’d forgo heated h20 for the duration of my stay. 

I did 22 days of jumping in and out of a flood of cold water in a bid to get clean until tonight; Rajeesh had us doing some intense positions which my body is not even slightly habituated to, and in a move (literally) to impress I was a bit hard on the old bod. My muscles and joints begged me for a soothing hot shower. 

And my oh my. How glorious was it! (Interesting side note: in Cambodia Oce never gets hot water so she is in bliss with the choice to do so here, while in Qatar in summer water is warm 24/7, so Eva has been rocking the cold ones with me). (Not literally “with me”. Separately, that is). 

4.  The Small Things

  

I have four little buddies that live just up the driveway, two boys and two girls. Every night when I go for my run they cheer me on and quiz me with questions as I stride by. They live in a tumbledown shack (how I’ve always wanted to use that term!) with their mother and dog. It literally looks like a half finished building site. 
Last night I ran to the store and bought them each a bar of chocolate (not stating for acknowledgement as per previous post, promise!). I went and knocked on their wire opening (no door) and passed them to their mother who was perplexed; not speaking English, it took awhile to put across that yes, the chocolate was for them.

I was just heading back round the corner when the two brothers chased after me and begged me for the wifi password for the ashram. The routa signal extends to their little mound of bricks and they were desperate to get on Facebook on their one shared just-having-safari-capabilities cellphone. 

Quandary; Amrit would be pissed if he found out I was handing out his wifi password willy nilly. It was – quite rightly – meant for only the use of the ashram staff and stayers. 

But I looked at these two kids with their massive pleading eyes, their clothes they’d been wearing for the past three days, their bare feet and the chocolate clamped tightly in their fists. Who was I to deny them home access to a touch of porn and Facebook stalking? 

I snuck back later with a piece of paper with the password and told them not to tell. Sometimes rules can be broken (especially with recent attitudes on part of the great doctor, future post). 

Today when I went by they were all sitting side by side on the one phone absolutely joyous. I received four of the sunniest smiles I’ve ever seen. 

5. When You’re Looking Like That 

  

As I was lacing up my boots for my driveway jaunt, Anil the cook came over and marvelled at my iPod. 

I need to portray here that my iPod is a gold, hunky old model, very outdated from the new flash ones. But Anil was intrigued and wanted a listen. What to play him? 

West Life seemed an appropriate choice. Honestly, seeing a mid-40s Indian man bopping away to a boyband’s crooning is a sight all must see. Should you somehow be able to witness such a scene, I highly recommend it.
 
6. Last but not least: A New Perception

   
 

Photos have always been quite the ordeal for me. Love love love them to capture memories etc, but should I even look the slightest bit bigger than ideal I always have a wee internal breakdown. 

So being here, taking photos of me doing different asanas to marker progress and such was quite the stretch (yoga pun). I felt a bit funny seeing my body exposed at angles as it was without me being able to pull it into positions to emphasise the skinnier points.

Today Eva took quite a few photos of me in the wheel pose and in a stretching sequence to strengthen my gammy knee. It was only when a certain someone messaged me to say I looked rather smaller that I realised:

I HADN’T EVEN LOOKED AT THE SIZE ASPECT. 

Geninely. For the first time in as long as I can remember, I wasn’t fixated on the amount of my arm or lard of my leg. I studied then purely for my positioning. And not even having to consciously make myself!!

Breakthrough mate. Absolute and utter breakthrough. 
More as it comes. 


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