Three people preparing lunch for ME
Compound where he sermon for 500, 000 people is being delivered
My friend's 100+ years home. This is where the Guruji is staying
Friends for ever. We were best friends since we were three years old
We woke up at 4:30 am to catch the 6am flight to Indore. The city was sleeping the the roads empty but the airport was full of travelers. There are at least ten times more men than women in public places and air port was not exception. But, the good news is tht the lines for men and women are separate so I always get to go in a short line ;)
We barely made it on time , The 45 minutes flight was routine and we got to Indore airport which still has the bus and the stairs to get to the airport from the plane. Coming to Indore is always very emotional for me. We were greeted by my brother as well as Jagdish's brother and his friends. We decided to split up and I am staying with my brother and JAgdish was staying with his ( till he decided it is very noisy there and moved to Nirmal Soni's home)
Indore has grown in last five years. It is louder, more crowded and more built up ( you will see some pictures shortly) . I am in the house where I grew up and first thing i did was to run around and check everything. It is a huge house with four stories. It is remodeled but still is very much the HOME.
I was planning to meet up with my friends from elementary school ( have not seen them for 45 years...can not believe it was that long ago) . One of them is the head of Necrotic LAb for government of India , other one ( daughter of the famous Cricketer, Naidu) is some hot shot at the embassy in London , and third one is an house wife in LA. IN any case , it was lot of fun and we decided to meet again tomorrow. I told Jagdih I will not go in the car that he is driving but I am very happy to be in the car that my friend is driving ( he is little upset about this but driving here is totally crazy and I do not think he should be driving at all)
One interesting story: I found out there was a three day sermon by one of the cult , SATSANG ( i know some people will not like the choice of the word...but it is my blog) leaders and there are 500, 000 people here who came to hear the sermon and are camping out on the grounds. It is ONLY 500, 000 because the GURUJI told people beyond a certain area to not come and he will go there next. I had to go see it , but outsiders were not allowed. Well , it so happened that my brother who is a doctor ran into a patient and a family friend who was the security in charge and he was nice enough to let us in. ( helps to be a family of doctors in small towns in India) It is an amazing sight , SORRY NO PICTURES> I sneaked few in but it does not do justice to what we saw.
It also turned out that the "Guruji" was staying at my friend Surekha's home and we were going to have our reunion there ( helps to have friends in these large palaces) . Here parents have donated a huge section of their 100+ year home to the "GURUJI" and we just happened ot be there when he was leaving to give the sermon. We saw the whole security team including the guns carrying security guards , police motorcade and body guards in the front and back...He was impressive and I am sure he has the charisma that so many people come to hear him or just see him. But, to my skeptic eyes , he looked like a mere human being.
Oh, one more thing: My friend's brother who is a prominent Eye Surgeon has a hobby of researching the history of "WEIGHTS" . He has weights dating back from 400 AD onwards and did you know that each kingdom had it's own way of defining a standard weight measure, which could very anywhere from 30 to 80 units ( Tolas) . He went on to show us the lettering on them and then the reasons and history behind the language chosen ( URDU, ENGLISH or HINDI) He is writing a book about it.... fascinating.
Back at home talking and gossiping. It is so much fun to just sit and talk about childhood days. So many memories...mostly good ones. I intend to get some good pictures of places and schools where i spent all my childhood days. Till then good night