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We didn’t see a lot in India

We didn’t see a lot in India…

We didn’t see at lot of money, we saw a lot of love.
We didn’t see mansions, we saw welcome mats in huts.
We didn’t see dirt, we saw bucket baths.
We didn’t see lice, we saw oil massages.
We didn’t see people without food, we saw a hand serve them roti.
We didn’t see dirty nails, we saw loving hands with clippers.
We didn’t see someone loseWeight Exercise his mobile, we saw someone walk a mile to return it.
We didn’t see holes in the shawl, we saw someone offer it against the cold.
We didn’t see someone give biscuits to a beggar, we saw someone feed them to him.
We didn’t see Hurry, we saw Hari.
We didn’t see Hosts, we saw Family.
They didn’t see Guests. They saw God.

In fact, we didn’t see India at all. We saw Manav Sadhna in Action.

Plane ride back with Mr Congeniality

Albert may have mastered the blog….don’t know about me – this is my first time…but here goes. I am back, safe and sound. I may have been instructed by Lanie to look after Supun, but I think it was the other way around. After a baggage cart race (which I lost thanks to a broken wheel), we managed to get seats together. Which was a good thing as I got a good head rest on Supun’s shoulder (it was either Lean on Supun or Instant Decapitation of my lolling-in -the-aisle head by rushing flight attendants or Instant Severance of my sticking-out-in-the aisle foot by food carts). Didn’t get to teach him rummy as he slept for 90% of the ride. Which made me mad as I couldn’t sleep and you know what lack of sleep does to me (that plus plane seats made for midgets and getting paneer makhanni three meals in a row). I told Supun I would pinch and punch him awake and earned the Genghis Khan Award from him. I also told him I would throw the paneer makhani clear across the plane and got “Talk! Talk! Talk! No action!” from him. Luckily for the passengers it was mushrooms (which I hate as much as Sukh’s cat) but I had not made any promises to fling mushrooms – hence it stayed congealed and uneaten on the plastic tray and I ate the rice three grains at a time (only portion allowed on the midget-sized forks). It was ok for Supun to be all wide eyed and bushy-tailed as he got sleep AND coq au vin. Then just as I finally fell asleep, I was rudely awakened by the attendant for breakfast (which didn’t appear for another hour). Great! He lets Sleeping Supuns lie and wakes me…ME! on the verge of going genghis on everyone. Wait! There’s more. I was asked EIGHT times for my boarding pass and whether I was Neerav Patel (may he rot wherever he is – because it delayed our flight by an hour and a half). And …..Wait ! It gets worse (or better in your case). We land in LA and Malaysia Airlines has lost MY bags this time…Yes! I know you 15 are laughing, but this was not funny….and Supun being Supun did not laugh. (I think he is trying for the Gandhi Award)
So that’s it. Oooops…this is a Be the Cause Blog, so I guess I should mention something about Love and Compassion and World Peace…so there you go.
God bless everyone and to those who are still in India, your Mama loves you all and come back safe! Bharti

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