Today was election day in Mumbai. But I am not in Mumbai. Hence no black stain on index finger (or whatever digit they are doing now). Instead, once again, have been roaming the highways of Madhya Pradesh on work.
While all this road mileage can be taxing – driving for two hours over semi-tarred roads, doing your work in about two hours and then driving back another two hours, well you get the thing. But there are some pluses also. At least for the hidden wanderlust in me.
Sunday, one headed to Ujjain with colleagues. Four hours from Bhopal. Decent road. Nice place. Too much God.
|From Ujjain Trip|
The most interesting part of the whole trip was this shop.
The venerable fellow in the shop proceeded to make a glass of jal jeera spiked with bhang. While he took just one piece of bhang, the cloth he used to spike it from the look of it has traces of all the bhang he has spiked over centuries.
Like Carl Sagan and Albert Hoffman, I too went through a not-so-brief period of senselessness when thoughts were disappearing faster than they were appearing, the head was feeling like it was pumped with Helium while the rest of the body was all lead. Fortunately, there was a four hour car drive back to Bhopal and barring a stop for chai, all I remember is the driver waking me up saying we have reached the hotel. Then to the room and was out for the night.
Experience is recommended to all.