It is unlikely that 25 centuries ago Guatum, The Buddha, would have conceived a lassi shop across from the spot he attained Enlightenment, sporting his name.
After a six-moth detour, Bodh Gaya has once again found its way into my supreme plan of plans. I believe oppressive was the word used to describe this holy desert in the month of June. Devoid of rain and tourists, this parched tribute to the Divine One was a far cry from the bustling mirage now morphing and changing in my midst.
Pilgrimaging monks donning maroon, yellow and orange robes far outnumber the vendors, beggars and touts competing for tourist rupees. Cool temperatures have propagated an ideal environment by which those seeking vibrations of peace, love & compassion can comfortably collect under the infamous Bodhi tree to chant, pray and meditate for salvation.
Pendants, clocks, playing cards and plastic trinkets commemorate Buddha’s relentless pursuit of Truth. 'Get your Guatam shoe-horn here…’ Only slightly more disturbing is the larger-than-life, 80-foot Buddha statue down the street.
What The Buddha would truly think, I cannot be certain, but I have to believe it would be along the lines of, “Find your own tree.”
~ by Christine Fowle