Sunday, November 8, 2009

See if I can continue

Back in Madras - I remember the women's last name was Patel. It is as common a name as Smith here - so I'm not tipping any nasty secretes. Anyway - I hooked up with Clare and we got an apartment in Madras that the first person I met in the airport lived in and moved out of. We set up an apt - sharing a one bedroom, living room, kitchen and bedroom - this was right behind the Hotel that we started in. It was still close and the disco tech that was there playing Beatles and Simon and Garfunkel in beautiful surround sound attracted the college boys from the Madras Institute of Technology and the party was ON. My time in Madras began to unfold. The guys from MIT knew connections to get ganja (pot, grass, weed - you know what I mean) and Clare and I began our life together. The guy across the hall was a Yoga Guru and attracted lots of westerners to the studio to take instruction from him. Through the hallway we met loads of guys that were living at the Theosophical Society guest houses and coming to the yoga studio for lessons. There was Douglas, James and William. I picked up on James as we had the same sarcastic sense of the absurd.

We were hanging over the balcony of the stairway together one day - looking out at the world and a newish VW bug was parked out front. We both started laughing at the same time - looked at each other and the affair was on. We both though that WOW - what a modern fancy car that was to see on the street - and then jumped to - for God's sake it is a bug - not a Cadillac. In India it looked like a limo.

I rode on the front of his bike down the palm lined streets. We sat and talked under a Banyan Tree (one of the largest in the world) in Adyar - on theosophical grounds- for hours on end about how the world was made, the truth about God, the living mind of the universe - on and on and on.

God no where. We got drunk together and stumbled down the middle of a Madras Street and realized that we were the freest people in the world and if we wanted to have dinner in Paris, France tonight we could hope on plane and do it. Maybe only once but we could. Just didn't want to. So we stumbled back to my apt and slepttogether for the night. A few nights strung together for a little while.