Home is where the heart used to be... Now its just me here

So its been ages since i last posted and a lot of that had to do with the fact that a lot of things were seemingly falling apart around me. First my computer transcended the realm of the physical and took flight into what i can only imagine is the pearly white gates of computer heaven. While it lay comatose on my couch i wondered what to do with it and sure enough you cant bring something that is in comatose back to functional form by hitting or prodding it. I should have known cause if it were possible not only would i have a computer but think of all those hospital beds we could free up !

Being back in India is not that bad really, it takes a few hours to adjust to the grime the noise and the worst disaster of all, the slow internet speeds, but after that it all seems to culminate into something that is more nostalgic than anything else. Wow a few years ago this was the only home i knew and now its just a disembarkation port for two weeks. I must say i have quite the Alamo of feelings to vent but naaa its just too much work.

So what makes India spiritual to the rest of the world? Being only pseudo non Indian as i am now considered an NRI (non resident Iceman/Indian/Inuendo/incomprehensible cretin/Incognito/Immigrant?) i shall try and figure out the reasons behind this spiritual aura that might or might not be present.

a)Maybe the key to the cherry box lies in the fact that India is so large that somehow everyone else always has a problem thats much larger than yours. Im not talking about individual problems of the self (like constantly touching one self) but the sense that the communities as wholes seem to have something going on, on a much larger scale and this is essence makes you feel like your problem is like a unpopped corn kernl in a whole bag of caramel pop corn waiting to be gourged down by an overweight geek waiting to watch star wars remade in French.

b)Maybe it lies in the fact that India allows for one thing if not anything in the way of drifter. Much as i would like to say that i am indeed a man who faces goliath when i am myself as puny as David ..im not ... the one solace i have in this world is the fact that one can always pick up a backpack and make his way where ever he wishes. Well the beauty of India lies in the fact that getting lost here is pretty easy and getting lost is indeed the best way to find oneself. Take a loook around the number of nooks and street corners one can find here is amazing ... im talking infrastructure people , techincally advanced infrastructure to aid in the losing of oneself and mind you the food is cheap and damn bloody good.

c)The final conquest of reason shall reap itself in the grain of wheat that appears as the reason for India's spiritual being ... its really because we have historicalyl been know to be good at the art of making a complete ass of foreigners. Yeah really we are truly the best in the business. Holy water from the Ganga sold in tetrapacks hmmm sounds fishy but its india people use the holy water for everyday use and thats why to make to more cost effective and efficient we tetrapacked them (yeah most foreigners fall for that one straight hook line and sinker). Oh and who can forget the holy men in india , i mean look at the top exhibitionists in the world and they look pale in comparison to what one indian Sadhu can do (FCUK heres your new calling baby ...true style Vs Fashion), and for the love of god we are the only country to have a guru whose cult practises free sex and ganja but only for foreigners ...man why wouldnt they come in their hordes its in them and all the neccessary evils are all clear and present without the danger.

So anyway as i sign off from this post i reallyhave to say two things ... its good to be back in writing spirit (its a sign to the rest of those people out there who were bogging me down that you guys don mean a fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk) and its good to be back home which ever way you look at it there is nothing better than mindless hindi channels, world space radio and the cool draft of indian beer.

Of Papal inquisitions in Sigmonds holy land