India was also smelly. Pier Paolo Pasolini titled his India
memoir The Scent of India, though a
more accurate rendering of the Italian might have been the stench – “that odor
which, little by little, becomes an almost living physical entity,” he wrote. A
generation later, Gunter Grass was most impressed by the visceral quality of
the filthiness. It seemed to assault his body “like flotsam, thrown in with
everything and everybody, skin rubbing skin, sweat mixing with sweat.201D
Bombay smelled exactly as bad as its reputation. There were
many things floating on the air currents, things I couldn’t recognize and
things I could: roasting meat, soot, fire, shit.
Yoga gives you the
strength to ace God when he appears, a yoga teacher once told me.
….one of Iyengar’s phrases: When you still the flickering eyes, you still the consciousness.
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