Well the trip went fine. It was easier and simpler than I imagined it would be. I tend to make doomsday prediction over everything I plan to do, and make it impossible for me to relax and enjoy whatever it is. It has, I think, something to do with prolonged depression. I find it difficult to imagine that a trip needs to be only a trip, and not a life changing choice. I probably need to just flush the crap and get on with things.
The trip, returning to the subject, was quite good. I had a great lunch. I must admit I remember most the significant incidents and many of the insignificant ones indexed by what I ate on that day. I didn't sleep well on the up journey. I had never travelled on the route before and was scared I would miss my station. I stayed up for most hours of the night. The return journey was much easier. I slept like a baby and was pleaseantly relexed today morning. I am now in desperate need of a good bath.
Among others I met the junior pontiff of Mantralaya and the pontiff of Tambhalli. The Tambhalli monk although not as much in demand seemed more pious and divinely simple to me. The temple I visited is quite large although recently built. They achieved a respectable balance between spiritual, ritualistic and social events on the agenda. I must admit I have not been impressed earlier in this regard.
The tomb of Saint Dheerendra Theerta was smaller than I thought it would be. I must find out the story behind his name. I am beginning to hope that there is an ammusing story behind it.
In conclusion, the food was great, I slept well last night and managed not to die and also managed not to wish I was dead.
That's about it.
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