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Dear friends
Today, in India, we celebrate the Day of the Republic, which, along with the Independence Day, is the main Indian holiday. Yesterday I got to a political gathering that coincidentally lay on my way around the Mountain. Fortunately, it just ended, so I went well with some jolly young men. The final political speech I have heard has been a charge that has not been heard since the time of the Third Reich. Here's what propaganda is doing, half of people illiterate (but that does not mean they're stupid), but it's just a paradise for politicians.
Republic Day is celebrated mainly in schools, all children and teachers are decorated with Indian flags and have a festive gathering with various lectures. Although the flags do not wear only in schools, but they have a lot of people. And that's a little paradox. The Indian state does not give much to people, except for general security and good and long-term stability, but no pensions, unemployment support, health insurance, all other welfare benefits, such as crayons, not to mention. Yet Indians like their India. We, despite all the achievements, are just complaining. We do not really know what we have and I feel we do not even deserve much of it.
On this day I regularly ride on my favorite trip around. At first I wanted to go to my favorite breakfast restaurant, but when I arrived, the whole side of the street was broken by a bulldozer. All the shops and restaurants have made good entrances to their premises, but some new channels are now being built (the older ones that were made a few years ago probably do not suit them). So just arrived a bulldozer, broke everything and made room for it. The owner said he should have a side door tomorrow, so he might still work. I took breakfast in my Ashram and started out for a biker
On the way I went to the bicycle service to pump the front wheel, it was cool for 2 rupees (60 hellers). And I was driving yet. On the way I made some photos of decorated children with flags. Then I saw an Indian couple on the way, the lady was fully loaded, but it did not prevent her from teasing her guy. The baking harvester shows that the first harvest is in full swing and is perhaps good. There is also a traditional village farm with a straw roof and clay-crushed walls. They are hardly seen and often replaced by new concrete-brick structures. These are nicer and easier to maintain, but the straw roof is better than air conditioning.
You can also see that it's raining. That scene reminded me of a piece of Buddha's trips from Jaromir Rain.
A tangled farmer overlooking the plow,
the zigzag to the ground engraves the wad,
sweat flow down with him and bullocks lazily
beated by heat they winding their way,
sharp plow scraping clods and worms,
who are twisting in mortal pain ....
Well, he's getting ready for another harvest, who thinks the men do not do anything, they'll see that the rice binds on the next picture. And the last picture shows the billboard that January 22 was a wedding day, and Mr. Ramkumar and Miss Bhumadevi married. Another bilboard opposite shows the political party to which the spouses belong, which is maybe important in this case.
Since this letter is a lot devoted to politics, I will not forsake the comment on today's election of the Czech president. Mr. Zeman has lost all my respects at his first performance as a crown jewel. There he came drunk from the Russian Embassy, showing that drinking with his Russian employers is more important to him than the thousand-year royal tradition of the Czech state. What, then, was the poor show of a disgusting old man and his minions. If this changes, I will be happy. I do not know much about Drahos, but I do not think it could cause more damage to our state than Mr. Zeman. If it does not change, we will survive somehow too.
Have a nice time and wish all lucky choise !!!!
Josef Fric
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