Curry for Breakfast

Kochi, India

I spend one month in Sri Lanka. Some people wondered why I wasn’t writing anything about the country…


Well, I didn’t see too much of the country as I was working and studying in an acupuncture clinic… except for my last week. Apart from that I consider this whole trip and my weblog as an experience and description of my inner travel…

My body travels and my mind is on a trip!


Anyway, Sri Lanka is a fascinating country. Not only that it’s nature is bright and colorful but so are it’s people!

With the civil war going on one might get the impression that there is a religious or ethnic conflict. To me it seems to be a conflict over power rather than something religious or ethnic. At least in Colombo and Kandy all communities of different religious and ethnic background seem to live in relative peace and tolerance. Everybody I talked to condemned the civil war and feels betrayed by the government.

So someone seems to make some good money with that war going on 😉

At the clinic I worked at I learned a lot! Not necessarily about acupuncture but, well, about certain patterns of life and people. And of course about myself…


One thing I talked about already is that stereotype thing. People like to think in boxes it seems… I guess it makes life ‘easier’! That is nothing unique to Sri Lanka… at least not the way I experience other places…

The other thing is money and wealth. Many people seem to believe that if they had more money everything would be better. And then, of course, there is the ‘rich Western kid’ thing. From the Asian perspective all Western people are rich (what did I say about stereotypes?). For some funny reason, those who think all Westerners are rich have either 400 Dollar mobile phones or golden watches… so it’s not surprising to me they usually have little money ; )

One thing I learned about myself is that I cannot work for people I do not believe in or respect. That was perhaps the reason why, for example, almost all of my school teachers didn’t like me (apart from being a spoiled kid). I do not respect people simply on the basis of a titel, their family background, age or whatever. Respect is something you have to earn!

If you didn’t earn it *@&# off! At least I won’t bend over… maybe those who believe that golden mobile phones create happiness will…


Another thing I learned is that there is no point in continue writing this weblog for my friends back home to keep up to date. Some of them seem to be offended by the things I say about Vienna, being rich, about fear, love etc. Apart from that it seems to me that some people don’t really (want to?) understand what I am writing about anyway. Even some of my closest friends seem to be quite ignorant about me and my struggles in life. So for example some of them seriously believe that I am/was not confronted with racism and discrimination back ‘home’ on a regular basis. Others think I am on an extended vacation… aha… I mean are these people seriously reading my weblog or just pretending?!?

But most likely I am equally ignorant about their lives too… so what am I complaining about?

Anyway, Sri Lanka was a very good experience. In a way it was a period of transition after having left Iran. Since Iran I feel like I’m not searching anymore, which essentially changes the way I’m trippin!

So yesterday night I arrived in Kochi. Tomorrow I’m heading towards a meditation center to do my first ten-day Vipassana retreat (if it works out this time).

I’m really curious what India, by many considered to be the ‘Holy Land’, has to offer…

This morning it was a vegetable curry for breakfast…

I really liked it!

vox

Being a Rich Kid (Part II)

Colombo, Sri Lanka

Being rich…

I’m a rich kid! At least in my perception!

I’m rich because I live, love and feel alive!

Because I’m healthy and can go to whereever I like, work whereever I like, live whereever I like.

I’m rich because I have my family and friends loving and supporting me.

Because whereever I go I encounter very special people and things.

I’m rich because I believe that all the barriers and borders I face are only in my head.

I’m rich because no material thing is really important to me and therefore I’m happy and wealthy!

That’s why I consider myself to be a rich kid…

… or maybe I’m just a hippie ; )

vox

Being a Rich Kid

Colombo, Sri Lanka

Being rich…

I am a rich kid! At least in some people’s perception!

I consider myself as being rich! Though perhaps in a very different way than many of those who consider me to be.

Some people think I’m rich because my parents are financially wealthy. Well, my parents are, I am not…

I grew up as a spoiled kid… that was as a kid!

When I left Vienna for the first time with 19 I realized how spoiled I was! By the age of 23 I managed to abolish this lovely aspect of my character almost completely. Well, I’m coined… so some of it will have remained perhaps!

I was always confronted with jealousy. I even heard some funny rumors like I’m waiting for my father to die to get all of his money 😉

Sounds like a very sophisticated life-plan to me… waiting for some decades for that little bit of money…

Anyway, one thing is true: My parents always supported me and I would never be where I am today if it wasn’t for them!

But yeah, all that jealousy got me thinking, was it right to take all these things they offered me? Shouldn’t I have worked harder? Shouldn’t I have worked more?

No!

Why should I have?

I mean, I was born into this family. It might have been luck, God’s will, Karma or whatever! I’ve always been working ever since I was 18. So why should I have worked more instead of accepting their support while studying?

It’s like: just because there are people starving around the world, people in West should not eat healthy food.

Yeah right!

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying you shouldn’t work if you are wealthy! And I have the utmost respect for those who were always self-sufficient, worked hard, fighted and made it! Perhaps I wouldn’t have!

A few days ago a ‘rich kid’ friend of mine wrote me about her inner dilemas at the moment. For some reason most ‘rich kid’ friends I have, feel like they shouldn’t get financial support… all of them being students or working for some good cause.

Why? To prove one can be self-sufficient? Almost anyone (non-psychotic) in the West can be!

Independent of wealth, social standing, personal characteristics or… well, anything, I truly believe in one thing:

Life is not about what you have but if you can value and be aware of it! I truly believe that in life it isn’t so important what you were given but what you make out of whatever it is you were given… inside and outside!

… but yeah, maybe I’m ignorant and just don’t understand ’cause I’m a spoiled rich kid…

vox

PS: Yet not to forget, form the Asian perspective we all are rich kids 😉

Being Clear and Precise

Colombo, Sri Lanka

My first week in Sri Lanka was… interesting?

So… I experience the usual stuff you do when you are trippin…

For instance, for some reason local people everywhere (I’ve been to so far) seem to ask the same questions in more or less the same order to get an image of you in a minute or less:

What is your name?
hmm…

Where are you from?
hmm…

How old are you?
hmm…

Are you married?
hmm…

Are you Muslim?
hmm…

What is your job back home?
hmm…

In Iran the only difference was they didn’t ask me if I was Muslim but rather if I came to Iran to find a woman to marry…
hmm…

I’m really amused 😀

People ask me clear questions and they want clear, precise and short answers.
I cannot give them these the way they want… and they usually get very annoyed!

“What’s my first name?”
Hmm, which one shall choose? The Greek one? The Persian one?

“Where am I from?”
So, originally… but… – I could start to explain! (“But you are not Greek! So why do you have a Greek name then?”

“When’s my birthday?”
My god, in my case even that one isn’t so straightforward!

“If I’m married?”
Yeah, perhaps I should be… at my age…

“If I’m Muslim?”
Ahh!

“What my job is back home?”
Which one?
And which home anyway?

“Come on… it’s easy! You must have one first name, one place you are from, one home, one date of birth and usually one job and one religion… and at least you must be able to state clearly if you are married or not!”

Hmm… in my case nothing is so clear-cut!

So maybe that’s the reason why I am a little neurotic soul 😉

But more importantly: for real, what would all the answers tell people about me? So why is it so important to people to have all theses questions answered (clearly)?!?

vox