Thursday in Pune means power cut city-wide. I don’t know why I expected the power to get cut at the same time as last week from 11 to 6 but today it started at 3. Fortunately there is a generator to supply some power to the building I am in. Unfortunately it is a floor below me outside my bedroom window and if the open windows are not properly organized to maximize ventilation otherwise you might suffer asphyxiation by diesel. The rumbling of the generator is probably heard on any floor of the building – I remember hearing it from the fourth floor during my 2005 visit. Hopefully the power will return by class time in a couple of hours so that we can have fans during class to help keep the mosquitoes away.
Last night, about 11 p.m., I was startled by what I initially thought was a car alarm. It would start and stop then after ten minutes there was a strange sound. I crawled out from under my mosquito net to investigate and from my window I could see a dump truck that had just delivered a load of gravel to the yard next door. I was grateful that that they waited until morning to get to work and only a small pile remains though it is not clear what has happened to all that gravel.
The night before last I was summoned from my bed when the doorbell rang around 10:45. It was the mother-in-law and sister-in-law of my landlord at the door. There had been some sort of family emergency that the S-I-L had to tend to so she left the M-I-L here to sleep since my landlord was out of town. When we returned from class yesterday she was gone- I guess it was a one night emergency, a mystery to me!
The asanas that Prashant selected for class this morning were mostly hamstring extensions and standing forward extensions. The other direction from backward extensions however my legs feel wonderfully balanced and I can tell that I have used them.
This afternoon Nina and I went to Pune Central for gift shopping. Although I have been there a handful of times I am still confused by the set-up and I get sucked into the vortex of looking around though I end up making few and small purchases. The titles on the map make no sense to me so we went up and down the escalator and in and out of the elevator several times in search of items. Five of the six levels have clothing for both men and women on each level of varying styles and quality. We discovered that our expectation of where to find an item did not match up with their product placement. Employees outnumbered the customers and most were leaning against the merchandise chatting, some were sitting on the floor. There are registers on each level and though you might shop on multiple levels, you are expected to pay on the floor where you bought the merchandise. At check-out time there was a long line of customers at the lone register. I keep telling myself that I will not go in there again but I will probably have to make a visit or two to the gelateria on the top floor before I leave.
I was going to post a picture of the gravel that was dumped last night (yes, I took a picture of it) but it was boring. Here is a picture of me with Naana's rickshaw instead.
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