My big, bad world.

I’m a small girl.

I’m a small girl in a big world.

I’m a nice, small, young girl in a big, old, bad world. And my senses always force me to question the same big world…

Dear world, Why’re you so bad? You weren’t born bad. You don’t even look bad, you’re so nice and colorful and beautiful. Did your parents bring you up bad so you turned out bad too? Or someone hurt you too bad that you thought being bad was an answer back? Oh no! Do tell me, World, your reason of being mean and nasty.

Bah!

Okay, no beating about the bush. My conscience has ceaselessly strained me with questions, my inner voice perpetually thumping my cerebral walls with a hammer. Thud thud thud.

My poor brain wants to know why it does not feel safe anymore. It wants to know why its crust is always battered by sounds of guns, cries of agony and the sodden feel of blood. It reasons to know why its owner cannot roam freely in the city’s busiest market, or why she cannot walk the streets alone at night.

Why has the world suddenly turned so malicious? Why have words and actions become so ruthlessly hurtful? Why don’t people act polite and with a little bit of humility anymore? Why do we refuse to perform our duties honestly? Why don’t we offer a helping hand to someone in need? Why do we just not act nice and courteous any longer?

WHY.

The enemy is not outside, the enemy lies within us.

Think it over.

Welcome to Lallywood!

I was aware that the quaint little hamlet of Chilianaula, a little downhill from Ranikhet, had a great more deal on its palette other than the quintessential Himalayan range lodging sizeable trees of pine and massive cedars, and of course, the heavenly ashram of Shri Baba Haidakhan.


What I did not know was that in the premises of the Ashram, there ran an oddly attractive shed by the name of Rama Bar which sold the best dark chocolate in the most rustic variety! And the one who to brew froth outta it was a German –Punk- turned- Indian- Baba, who’d been residing in and out of the Ashram past 30 years now.

                                                                  

This guy, likely running in his fifties, ran a media house cum coffee hut, which, like I mentioned above, is, peculiarly, named Rama Bar. And tell you all, his is the most sophisticated, most hospitable, and most spiritual coffee shop I’ve come across ever. There’s coffee, chocolate, gadgets, Hanuman statues, pictographs, and many other small and big objects housed in the same little room, which is probably only 10 feet wide and just as long!

Seemingly, it all did seem interesting and wonderful enough to have a mention of it in my blog! 

                                                      

  
This, and more. He makes movies too.. like short films on Shri Baba. And he’s got his own media production house, apparently called : Lallywood TV. Just as unusual as it sounds, it comes from Lall Baba. Oh yes, this guy’s called Christoph, a.k.a. Lall Baba! Hence, the name of the production unit.

Disclosing a smidgen bit more information here would sway me away from my purpose of keeping the fascination intact. I, therefore, stop.