Rishi. This is what India is to me...Crazy

Ole Blue Throat here with his cow. on the banks of the Ganga

This place is crazy.  This place is freaking crazy.  There are fires on the street burning debris.  There is a strike right now because a man across the bridge is selling tuna.  There is shouting at all things. " Maam! my rikshaw is better than his rikshaw!" But I don't want a rikshaw.  Thank you.  There are big monkeys fighting baby monkeys. And don't look at them because they will mob you.  There is street food for 5 cents.  And it is so good.  And fried. Everyone is selling yoga. Yup, you heard right, selling.  Everyone wants something.  People are hungry and others throw food out. There are people who look religious, people who are religious, people who want to be religious, people who could give a sh*t about religious.  Travelers who are better off than everyone in this town and yet still barter to get that incense for 4 cents cheaper.  Its mayhem! And it smells, good and bad!

There are stairs and waterfalls that go to the highest peaks in the Jungle.  Places you can run with wild elephants, but you might not make it out.  There are leopards out there too.  And the cows love the Ganga.  The cows like to stop on the foot bridge and just chill with the monkeys and the Ganga far far below.  And I hear Jesus lives here.  I think I have seen him a couple times.  And why shouldn't I have seen him here.  This place is magical.  And crazy.

So, its crazy here.  And I love it and at times may not love it so much (Delhi).  The monsoon has caught back up to this area and the earth shines with happiness. The heavy rain falls on the jungle's leaves, the cows are disgruntled from the rain but the jungle loves it.  The thunder shakes your soul and the lightening lights up every crevice and valley the jungle normally hides.  The weather seems more powerful here.  Maybe because so many Gods live here.