Return to Samsara...

It's taken me a good while to come to terms with the fact that I will soon have to leave India and return to Samsara. My opinions about the new world order and the state of the west were already fairly potent before I had even stepped into the Motherland. Now, they are stronger than ever. Micro-chipped by the microsofts, the cocacolas, the mcdonalds, the glaxosmithklines and the tiffanys, people in the west tend to forget that they do actually have hearts and souls. And if there is no meaning to life or existence, then they have been conditioned to represent the epitome of that fact.

The seeds of consciousness have already been planted which means that people will one day wake up for themselves. Right now, people do not want to know the truth, even when it is staring them in the face. They do not have the strength to absorb the enormity of what the world is facing. Nevertheless, changes are happening. More and more people are waking up to the reality of the world and to the people who are responsible for that reality. Others, who fail to take note of what is going on, are more aware than they think, because like I said, the seeds of consciousness have already been planted in the backs of their subconscious minds because one day, something will happen and they will wake up and that tiny seed that had been planted there by something that they had seen somewhere during a fleeting split second of their lives, will trigger the awakening, consciousness and awareness within them.

India is not like the west. No shit, I hear you say. But it is trying to be. India's elite are ashamed of its people, land, culture and traditions, so much so, that it is responsible for continuing the dictatorship of its own people in pretty much the same way as its colonial predecessors. They are desperate, and I mean desperate, to ape the western way of life. They want to be like the very people who raped and pillaged them. India, however, is too strong, too powerful, it's spirit too potent to be converted into a Babylonian state just like that. There are 1.2 billion people here. However, on the downside, the ninety plus percent of that population that lives below the poverty line, is consistently bombarded with billboard and television advertising, by Bollywood movies and soap operas, by xyz, and are brainwashed into aspiring to a certain way of life. It's like showing candy to a baby and not allowing it to have any. Most of India's population is dark skinned and its millions conditioned to believe that fair skin is beautiful. Garnier, L'Oreal, Ponds, Oil of Olay and every other petrochemical product company that you can think of, has re-marketed its products in India using the “fair and lovely” game card. It works wonders. On the television, there is not a single celebrity that possesses dark skin. The same can be said of every Bollywood actor. The level of brainwashing instigated by the Indian elite is incredulously disturbing to the point where they have succeeded in making their own people feel ashamed of the colour of their own skin - creating on a national scale, mass levels of low self esteem in their own country. They are no different to the British that ruled here. It's that same style of leadership that continues today – only today, they are indulging in killing their own people softly: guns have been replaced with consumer culture.

Gandhi and Nehru
Nehru was exceptionally good friends with Mountbatten, in particular with his wife, Edwina. A hypocrite who worked with the British boasted of winning the biggest war of the century by dividing the country into three parts - India, Pakistan and Bangladesh - his improvidence planting the seeds of hatred between Hindus and Muslims forever. Divide, conquer, rule - a British strategy from which he learned well. He is also known for giving birth to the problem of Kashmir and China.

Gandhi, the so-called “Mahatma”, should not even have been born, let alone killed like a so-called martyr by Nathuram Godse, who in the eyes of many people, is the real hero of India. Gandhi appeared to display pro-Indian, pro-freedom philosophies, yet his words, as my aunty likes to phrase, were nothing more than “sweet poison” for the masses. He was an informer for the British government, a man of malice and deceit because he deceived non other than his own people when he reported of protests and rallies to senior officials who would then send in the armed forces to repress the voice of the people. In effect, his hunger strike did the opposite: It cost the country for him to starve himself so that like a stubborn old goat he could give the bullshit that he was trying to feed us, some substance. Gandhi allowed the division of India and killed it economically with his corrupt principles. He was the real culprit of India, an impractical leader who taught a whole nation to be submissive in the face of violence. He was a shrewd and cunning man with double standards towards untouchability, promoting the hierarchical structure while showing sympathy to untouchables. Gandhi helped divide the nation on the grounds of religion – an arrogant man. Nehru and Gandhi were one and the same: two evil spirits that danced to the same rhythm but in different forms. Fuck Gandhi and fuck Nehru too.

India is the safest haven in which to be before the complete annihilation of the world
So the Indian elite continue to dance in the footsteps of Nehru, using Gandhi as their weapon of morality. Babylon is what they wanted. They are looking to create a samsara in the spiritual motherland. Yet one thing I won't ever forget, is something that a friend of mine had told me earlier this year. He said that India is the safest haven in the world before the complete annihilation of the world. I think he is right, because no matter how hard the elite try to change India, it will not change to their satisfaction. The harder they try to change the country, the more difficulties they will face in the process. They don't seem to realise what they are dealing with here. This is India baby, Mother India, the land of love, spirituality, hope, freedom, anarchy, autonomy and belief! The collective belief of 1.2 billion people make it a powerful country - regardless of the deprivation and levels of poverty that exist here. They cannot change India. It will not succumb to the forces of Babylonia. It will never become samsara, because India is too naïve to even understand! India cannot understand that world even if it wanted to! And it wants to understand, yet continues to fail in doing so! That's the funny thing about the place, and that's the very thing that makes me love India so much. I love you India, with my heart and soul. There is no place in this world like you, no civilization on earth that could mimic you if it tried.

Fuck the British too
The egalitarian society spawned by the British changed many things in India, including same-sex love and nudity. Gay and lesbian relationships were “normal” in India, that was of course, until the British turned up. In ancient mythologies and Sanskrit texts such as the Mahabharata, there are countless stories of same sex love between the Gods. Women wore their saris, revealing their breasts, this too was normal, until Queen Victoria introduced the sari blouse and the bra and women were commanded they cover up. Today, it is difficult to imagine India as the land of Kama Sutra and sexual liberation for which it had once been known. Indoctrination by the British Empire has made us forget the true substance of Indian society, breeding instead its prudish nature and leaving the prospects of a sexual cultural revolution, looming in the far distant future.

It is also the place where ancestral traditions and tribal living still continues. India is big. Too big for any one world authority or any new world order, to touch it. They are trying to pollute the country with consumer culture, trying to change the mentality of the people with promises of power and money, attempting to water down its culture with western values and inspiring people with materialistic attitudes.

The caste system
The caste system is something that the government have tried to abolish, but it is also something that gives people a sense of identity. If you belong to a certain caste, then you are more or less protected by the community of that caste and regardless of your social status or level of poverty, you will always have an identity. People try to rubbish the caste system of India, but to me, it has many positive values and it is a system that has worked for centuries. Intercaste and inter-race marriages in India are now on the rise, however this can also be seen as a positive thing because it balances things out in terms of preserving culture whilst encouraging acceptance, regardless of your caste, colour or creed.

Screw the Indian elite
India's elite have also caused mass disturbance on a social and moral level. They corrupt their own people with landowners and factory owners employing individuals that owe a lifetime of debt. Those individuals that manage to break out of the vicious cycle of trying to survive and paying obscene debt, become just like the very people by whom they were abused. The Indian elite have been responsible for breeding greed for money, material things and slave labour. The very people that were abused, break the cycle to become abusers themselves. Peasant farm workers that by chance fall on lucky times, continue the very same cycle of abuse that they themselves suffered at the hands of their own manipulating, corrupt employers. The Indian elite is forever trying to transform Indian society into a pen-pushing, bureaucratic, power abusing nation of people. Yet one thing they fail to realise is the sheer size of the Indian population. One point two billion. The figure speaks for itself and is a statement in its own right.

Power of a People
Many people lament that the growth of India's population is to the detriment of the nation. Yet despite this, one thing that prevails in India, is the power of the people. India is about people and the power lies in the sheer size of that people. The depth and breadth of that people is so expansive that the Indian elite could not even dream of manipulating India in the way that they would like. The power of the people resides over the petty values that the elite have tried to penetrate in India. Mainstream and commercial culture exists, just like it does in every other country in the world. Such is the nature of the new world order. Yet the shallow substance of such values is not strong enough to overcome the strength of the traditions, religions, values, virtues and the ways of life that are embedded so deep into Indian society. The power of the people overrides any pathetic attempts made by the Indian elite, to ape their colonial predecessors.

The poison that is “civilization”
The power of a nation has spawned a people that is free. A people that is free from a corrupt system built on greed power and money because most people in India are free to live their lives in the only way they know how. Where else in the world do you get a slum stuck next to a five star hotel? Where else in the world are lepers and the impoverished allowed to beg wherever they want? Where else but in India, is it possible for hermaphrodites and eunuchs to just be and do whatever it is they do? Only in India!

The substance of sheer existence in India is worlds apart to the existence of any other so-called civilization in the world. It made me realise how in our so-called “civilized” world, we suffocate in the vomit of an egalitarian society. In our contemptuous minds, we have tried to penetrate the beauty that lies in the simplicity of life, with the poison we term as “civilization”. As they try to ape their British colonial predecessors, the Indian elite continue to impose their so-called world view, feeling ashamed enough in the face of western ideals to pollute their own people and land – like the suffocating effect of a man tied to the noose of a horse running wild through a colossal of unforgiving thorns, shredding them to pieces.

I have imagined walking through the doors of a parallel world, visualizing the contemptuous, condescending and barbaric nature of a so-called superior civilization that succumbs to the expectations of an egotistical society with its brain-dead disposition to wasting away, replacing the necessity of returning to nature to realise ourselves, with washed out, faded dreams that aspire to a material world. We try and fail, left to be scraped up as garbage and dumped into the pile for losers. We succeed and forget who we are. The people that I met in India, will never forget who they are.

Back to base
It's time for some family time, this time with my massi ji, my mum's sister, who lives in Abohar, a south western town situated in the province of Punjab, and which touches the borders of Rajasthan and Haryana. I've been here numerous times over the last year, so it's just like coming home. My cousin, Appu, is home. She's just finished university and is teaching chemistry at the local college. She just got her admission onto a Post Grad in Pharmacy. Appu should be heading to Canada early next year and is looking forwards to the culture shock that awaits her.

It's good to be home. I've spent time preparing myself mentally for the flight back to London. When I get my flight, I still don't know. The ticket has been booked, but I'm going to try and stretch it out for just another 12 days. Whether this works out or not, I have no idea, however I have prepared myself to get on that plane earlier than I would really like to. I've also spent time pampering myself, relaxing and writing this blog. Exciting times abound.

Acceptance is Freedom
I feel sad. But I am trying not to be. I am ready to go back to Babylon, ready to return to Samsara. Fully armed with the love of the Motherland, I feel ready to take on the world. Yet 12 precious days is all that I asked for. Once again though, I can see how Mother India will never stop teaching me the lessons in life that I need to learn. Including: that you can't always get what you want. I accept the fact and feel free as a result.