"But what," badgers a relentless voice, "exactly are you doing out here? What are you accomplishing? What are you getting out of it? And what, oh especially what are you going to do with your life?"

The voice usually stops me. Knocks me down, kicks sand in my face. But this time, finally, I tell the voice to shut up. It's a stupid question, what are you going to do with your life. Setting out to do something with your life is like sitting down to eat a moose. Nobody ever did anything succussfully with their life. Instead they did something with their day. Each day.

Sunrise is birth. Sleep is death. Each day is your life.

Let the moose run. Eat some blueberries.
- Douglas Wood

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Just a regular gong-show day

Kelly's life
(no longer the same as Kyle's and if you are only interested in Mr. Jang then the following text may proove fruitless)

Hi everyone,
This morning was going to be the start of an extra cool day. I'm staying with a great guy named Kunal, in Mumbai, and we woke up early to make our way to his friends farm to partake in a seed saving workshop with over 70 other people and also play music and generaly relax and enjoy life. Furthermore, I had originally thought this day would conflict with the colour festival "Holi" but to my satisfaction Holi was actually the day after. "I guess I was meant to come" so I thought.
Kunal and I jumped on his bike and made our way to the farm. It was going to be a bit tricky for the dirrections we had were "clear as mud". However, about 45mins into the ride the bike started loosing power and we had to pull over. It didn't want to start. Fortunately we weren't far from a gas station that turned out to be a small mechanic shop. GREAT! They took some things apart put a liter of oil in the bike and started it up. It didn't sound very good at all but after some idling it sounded ... better? We hopped on again but not 10 mins in the bike lost power again and this time the kickstart locked up.(Later we came to the conclusion that the engine had ceased)
With some pushing, phone calls, and about 2 hrs on the side of the road Kunals friends came to the rescue attempting to pull the bike from behind the car with a nylon rope thinner than my pinky. They bought some real rope and to my surprise we made it all the way back without the knots coming undone or any wipeouts (although there were some close calls). We arrived home around 7pm.
So no seed saving or jaming but I was happy to find myself very calm and accepting of the situation. I think we had icecream later that evening so it wasn't a total loss either.
Gong-show days can happen anywhere, anytime and I got to experience it Indian Style.
Kelly
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