Holy cow (Innervision)

I walked down the road, “Main Bazaar Road” to be more precise. I walked towards Pashar Ganj in a search for a cheep (backpackers) hotel… having Rama Krishna Mission temple at my right. The street was crowdy even though it was hot. The cars were beeping and several cows were comfortably walking or just standing among the crowd. There was this spiritual Yogi guy sitting next to outer entrance of the temple. He was making colorful linen bracelets.

Him: Perhaps you should enter the temple and do a prayer.
Me (stopped next to him): I do not pray.
Him: Well, maybe you should.
Me: I’m not religious, I never pray.
Him: Prayer is good for your soul.
Me: Why?
Him: Because prayer cleans your soul and clears your mind.
Me: Do I look like someone whose soul is dirty and whose mind is troubled?
Him: Take this one. (he put one of his bracelets around my hand)
Me: Why should I?
Him: It shall protect you during your journey.

He then turned away and proceeded silently with his bracelets work.

Ten minutes further down the street, a whole traffic got stuck. A cow was walking on the middle of the road and as I was passing her, she suddenly moved her head fast towards me and nailed me with her neck against the car. Just took her horns on time so she didn’t plug them through my stomach. So I pushed her back while holding her horns tight.

“Heeeeeeey!”

A big handsome guy with mustache shouted at me, hard enough that he took attention of few other guys at once.

Me: WhaaaaaT?!
Him: Jadijadijadaaaa!
Me: I did nothing. She started… a$$hole!
Him: Jadijadijadaaaa!
Me: You shouldn’t treat them as queens, you know. She’s spoiled now and behaves like a b*@$! Look, she almost killed me!
Him Jadijadijadaaaa! (he came on me with two other guys, they all looked VERRRRY angry)

Holy cow on the street in Delhi.

The big guy I gave a heavy kick on his knee and as he went down, I planted my feast in between his eyes. He fell down like a tree.

I felt someone grabbed my hair from behind and pulled me back towards the car as I saw one of other two guys in a front of me pulling the knife from his pocket. At this point I started to scream:

“Yogiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!”

Out of nowhere he appeared before me.
Everything went on freeze.

Me: Damn. What’s going on here?!
Him: Not much really. It’s YOU!
Me: Me?? What about me?
Him: It’s just you. You created it all yourself.
Me: I don’t understand. You said it would protect me (lifting my arm while referring to a bracelet he gave me)
Him: Well it does, doesn’t it!?
Me: Hell, it doesn’t! These idiots were just about to kill me.
Him: But you’re still alive.
Me: Yeah right.. until the next corner perhaps, when some other spoiled holy animal causes new trouble.
Him: Perhaps you should do some prayer after all, or at least open your eyes.
Me: What?
Him: Open your eyes… now.

I suddenly woke up at Barbara’s place, all in sweat. Everything was silent but the air conditioning system that made some non-disturbing noise. I didn’t have a fever but it was just hot, probably above 35 degrees.

The crowd was far away from me at the moment, a couple of miles away at least, deep in the center of Delhi. There were probably a few cows there too. Spoiled, holy and beautiful… just making sure the traffic gets stuck.

I took my mobile and saw it was early in the morning. There were also two sms messages in my Inbox. They were from the last night, sent by photographer Ashish. He was interested in a photoshoot and we are about to meet up today.

Yet, I’ll consider entering the temple and doing a prayer. Not for myself, but for a Big Girl. I’ll then pray for her that she also - at least once in her life - gets as lucky as I am, so that one of her biggest dreams comes true as well. And otherwise we’ll probably make it come true together, with or without any prayer at all.

And for that, she’ll have to wait… until I show her holy cows of India some day.

Innervision

Innervision, System Of A Down.

I have a home, longing to roam
I have to find you, I have to meet you
Sanctum your face, slowing your pace
I need your guidance, I need to seek my

Innervision, innervision

My pupils dance, lost in a trance
Your sacred silence, losing all violence
Stars in their place, mirror your face
I have to find you, I need to seek my

Innervision, innervision…

It’s never too late to reinvent the bicycle
Small breaks for the new
Giving you life, giving you force

It’s never too late to reinvent the bicycle
Small breaks for the new
Giving you life, giving you force
Vision!

Innervision

Your sacred silence, losing all violence