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Perils of the extra step...

Hello from Oooom land! This entry will be about the inconveniences of this enchanted land traversed by the Holy River Gange (as conveniently shown by the pictures I've uploaded), and above all, the inconveniences of going the extra step with one of the activities which are so diffused here, namely Yoga.
As a matter of fact, I am still recovering from yesterday's accident -- after celebrating two days ago the birthday of a big Swami here with lots of chanting on a boat in the river (which left me already with quite some neck pain for the humidity and the sun), I decided to put renewed effort the following day. So, at 4.45 am I bravely got up, did one hour of meditation and chanting (while sitting in the awkward lotus position for one hour I was thinking that maybe the Indians have a different configuration of their ass, as mine was hurting like hell), and then I went to the following, 6am yoga class where I promised myself I would put all the effort possible in following the instruction of the Yoga Master (ooooom!). So it went, quite well: salutation to the sun, bending, stretching, and various forms of body torture -- I even survived the famous wheel position, though I had quite a few doubts when I heard the Master say: "now your body looks like a wheel" (unless he was referring to a deflated wheel) but still, I think my vertebraes were still intact at that point. What got me was the following, 7am ablution in the coooooold Mother Ganga, that is the actual point where I thought I would transfer my immortal soul either up or down into some otherwordly realm. One precise instant, while dipping into the cold and rapid waters of the river with my back and neck-ache and all where I could have turned into an elaborate post-modern salt statue........it was with utter pleasure that I spent most of my day yesterday discovering the existence of a Stitching Mafia in town, as I was still able to stand (albeit with pains everywhere). Actually, I realized that I was not crippled permanently when, lying down on the river beach to get a few rays of heat from the raising sun, I saw three dogs wrapped up onto themselves to conserve heat

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[Ianovich]

Mine ass is configured differentially..
You mean the ass in the road right? They *are* configured differentially; you need a graphing calculator, actually; I'm afraid you will have to wait until you return to the States, the heart of civilization, my friend; With our beloved bureacracy, we are second to none; did you know there was a major problem with food adulteration in our country 100 years ago? They were selling powdered talc as milk and many got sick or died... it was then that the bureacracy began... to regulate our insane desires... Anyway... Your blog has made me laugh out loud. Keep it up. And if the monkey throws shit at you, throw yours right back.... it is your right... peace, my friend.... (om nama shivaya)...