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I title this post "Red" dances on my shoulder....... The story goes........ I'm at an ashram, that serves much like a hotel. It has a range of rooms according to price, I have the 10$ room that includes a balcony and 24hr hot water in the form of a shower. It is a quiet place with great views from the roof of the surrounding landscape. The local Yogi that owns and runs the place also has a charitable organization that runs 10 local schools. He is a happy person, as is evident in his smile.
Each evening people gather around the fire pit and talk. The Yogi always has a story or experience to share with the group. Part of the group is a woman from France, she is in her mid-sixties and reminds me of my late aunte Jeannete. She and I get along great. I think that she and the Yogi are, well, uh......close. During the informal talk of birds, bats and dogs, she and I shared much laughter. After some time has passed I notice that the Yogi is no longer answering my questions or even acknowledging that I an part of the conversation.
Now this is where "Red" comes and sits on my shoulder and we look over to the Yogi and "Red" says "He's a pompous ass". So now Gita the French woman says to Yogi that she thinks he should hire some men to make and paint 'reliefs' on the ashram walls. He scoffs and says that to pay someone 60 or 80 rupees and hour is not worth it. (that's 1.25$ an hour). So I say " Oh Yogi, you should spend the money on the art, think of your ancestors who built these beautiful temples, with all this beautiful relief art". It was an inappropriate thing to say in those circumstances.
Upon further reflection I see that it is me that is the pompous ass. This man does more in one day for the betterment of his fellow citizens than I do in a decade.
Two top photos are the ashram, then local art in the park and finally Gandi at a rock concert.

Sab Koe Acha Hea