India is well-known as a spiritual country, and it attracts people interested in things alike.
The saying goes that, in country like India,
anything is possible –
So, hope for the best and be prepared for the worst, when you travel there.
Whereas my blogwritings seem to be just praising Goa / India,
it’s better keep one’s feet on the ground, once the plane has landed,
since though Goa does remind one of a paradise,
the good comes with the bad. Anywhere, it seems.
But let me not reminisce about the bad more than this.
After returning to Helsinki, I found out for my joy,
that India is present here, in a form of India Express -exhibition in Tennispalatsi Artmuseum as well as “Passage to India” -exhibition in the neighbouring Museum of Cultures.
Went to see the exhibition straight away, got a kind of a soft landing back to West.
I recommend these exhibitions, of course. They will tell you a lot what I’d like to tell.
But let me say, that the only one black goddess statue there isn’t at all as “scary” as
what they were in those temples in India..
Weather here now is hot, but bearable,
especially if you have an AC-room.
. . .
I wouldn’t want to leave. But I can’t stay either.
|Sitting the evening at Nariman Point, Mumbai|
Don’t know what they teach you in the Indian drivingschools, or how many people go there for some another reason than just to show how well they know to drive, in order to get a drivinglicense. My unofficial and all comprehensive drivinglesson I got in India sounded something like this:
“There are two essential factors in traffic: Understanding (of who wants to overtake you) and judgement (of your sides and your speed). There are no rules and regulations when you come on the road – you just drive normally.”
So, shortly and concisely put. The lane is left, so, there you go!
P.S. I’d like to add one essential thing, which is the cows – So it’s like, whenever they are coming on the road or when they are there already, they always have the priority to go. And if an oncoming car is flashing the lights, it is a sign that it wants to go first (for example to cross a narrow bridge), whereas horning doesn’t necessarily mean that somebody’s blocking the way, since it is also a way to greet other people. And so it does sound like there are friends around there every corner..
Because this multicoloured festival is at it’s best from the morning till the midday, I missed the biggest colourhulabaloo this time. Sure, in the afternoon, while driving to the near-by village, there were many colourful Goans passing me by on the road. And while in the village, I happened to meet one small Holiparade. When I stopped in order to take photos of them, I didn’t have much to say when they attacked on me with their colourpowders. Colouring my forehead violet, cheeks blue-and-green…