Friday, October 1, 2010
I didn't even have to use my AK
Udaipur, Rajasthan, India
13:30 (Recollections of yesterday)
It could have been on the banks of the Seine, or in the Plaza de Añasco. It is one place and it is every place. It is that corner of the world where unadulterated humanity can take its course; be allowed to flow. Old men, playing cards beside the lake. All barefoot. Shoes must be removed before joining the circle, and pleasantries are exchanged, a Namaste and a vow. Once inside the circle they are all men, all equal, all into their game, giving each other a hard time over the previous play. Four at a time play, the rest look on and taunt. Purely Hindi is spoken, but the hollers and exaggerated gesticulations are easy to translate. Young men watch, but never play. An unspoken seniority seems to be the rule of the day. A natural cycle as the rhythm of the waves that splash on the steps that contain the Pichola Lake. I enjoy my chai, I sip away. I will come back tomorrow to get closer, try to get in the circle, understand the game. Maybe it will take extra day, before I gather the courage to ask if a picture I may take. Out of nowhere, to break my flow and put this sight into context, a cow strolls by the lake. The holy beast struts her steaks, as here they are safe. And if sounds were to compliment this parade, I have no doubt that it’d be Cube saying that today was good day.