Investments & Temples

hopped on a plane straight from the meeting. was getting antsy because theres a serious lack of progress on a project that should be shooting already. but whatever its progress so i bolted out of there and took a taxi to the airport. on the plane i finished that book about a kid who was on wall street then gave it all up to come to business school in india and gave that all up to meditate and smoke weed in the himalayas. landed and took an hour taxi to my dad listening to "goals!" on my ipod and realize its been a few months since i wrote them down. had late dinner and beer with my dad, hes always up for a beer while travelling. woke up butt crack of dawn to the debates and mccain looks like he's desparate, sayin 'i know how to run this country!', and obama calmly and cooly answering questions. during the drive, what should have been 4 hours takes 7 of course in the car, there's some kind of labor strike and theyve shut down the road, we're missing some permits to cross state lines, blah blah but i dont mind cause my pops is dropping some wisdom as always. whats up with the financial market pops? how does that cell phone tower work? who are the powerful political parties in andhra pradesh? we get to the gurudwara and realize that this is the beginning of a month of festivities commemorating 300 years since guru gobin singh was killed here. so theres pilgrims galore. an hour or two of roaming around, listening to prayers, eating prasad, looking for toilets which even with millions in repairs they havent seem to build any of. then back in the car for 2 and a half more to stay in nizamabad. a company he's on the board of, the owner invited us to stay with his family to break up the drive. they offer us fresh goat meat, from a goat they slaughtered this morning. i mean, usually i dont eat brains, but this is a delicacy and who am i to refuse? and the way its curried up its damn good. we go for a walk, the owner and his pops, me and mine. his father is an old school hindu nationalist, but a gentle man who owns land, a farm, from a village, and works in education for the government. some bats swoop around, the misquitoes realize ive got my spray on, and we come back and fall asleep. all the while the family downstairs watches their hindi movie.