In the bustling spiritual market-place
that makes up McLeodganj and
Bagsu - where Israeli backpackers hanging upside down
at Indian yogashalas rub shoulders (or knees) with German Chi Gong
practitioners learning Tantra at shakti-shiva workshops, where
Norwegian kinesiologists get their Vedic charts done, Moroccan
Craniosacral therapists treat stressed French economists and Russian
businesswomen set up roadside chai (tea) stalls - it's easy to
get distracted.
After all, you could be learning how to
make string and stone bracelets, to dreadlock hair, to carve wood, to
play the sitar or tabla, to paint thangka
pictures, to speak Hindi or Tibetan, to set jewels in silver and
gold, to dance Rajastan gypsy or Egyptian style – or sampling,
improving, perfecting or learning how to teach the ever-present
yoga, meditation and reiki. Or all of them at once.
Perhaps an inner child workshop or
rebirthing, a consultation with a Vedic astologer, a numerologist or
even that guy in specs and kurta reading palms next to the tea shop
on Bagsu road would help in the quest to find out why you're here in
the first place, what you should be doing
with your life and where you're going next? In other words whether
you should do the reiki level 1 or the om meditation course.
It's the spiritual
equivalent of going to the market without a shopping list and
asking a complete stranger what you should make
for dinner. Tibetan
momos or green Thai curry? Pizza or fish fingers?
(And then you
might as well get a panchakarma treatment/homeopathy session/tibetan
massage/casting out of demons* while you're at it. After all, you're
in India where even the blatantly
inauthentic seems more authentic in its inauthenticity than the
pretentious watered-down versions available
everywhere in the world that isn't India. And it's still a
bargain compared to what you'd pay at home. Sometimes. Just.)
And here's where things get overly
messy in the spiritual supermarket. When the posters advertise
African-Indian-Turkish fusion concerts, Kundalini Siddha meditations
and therapies are dynamic, energetic, healing, therapeutic, relaxing
and awakening – all at the same time – I can't help thinking
about what happens when you mix momos, Thai
curry, pizza and fish
fingers up together.
Mush, my friends.
Mush.
And who eats mush?
I'll tell you. Babies.
People with no teeth.
.
In my case I came here to find out more
about Ayurveda and so
that's what I'll be eating for dinner.
In fact that's the diet I'm going to follow
from now on.
Because when you are already partaking of what is nourishing
to you the variety of dishes on offer
aren't quite as tempting. Rather
than picking and choosing
from what we can see already
set out on the
smorgasbord we should hold out for what we really
want - whether
it's right in front of us or not. Even if
we have to get up and look for it. Dig it up or pluck it from the
tree and wash it. Steam or boil or bake it. Wait for it to be
properly done.
Because
tasting a bit of this and that isn't quite the
same as eating a proper meal and, just
as your mother always told you, too
much snacking from the
buffet means you're not hungry at
dinnertime.
Real learning, like good
nutrition, comes not from putting any old food into our mouths and
swallowing but from choosing what to ingest according to sight, smell
and taste, chewing properly, digesting and absorbing it until what is
separate from us (information) becomes a part of us (knowledge).
Half-baked concepts are indigestible and either decay inside us or
pass right through us without offering any nutrition at all.
When we find the right
food we can't wait to get our teeth into it. After all that's what
teeth are for.
*To be fair I'm not
absolutely certain that this is available in Bagsu. I may be thinking
of Rome.