Monday, May 27, 2013

Amid a Confluence of Cultures in McLeod Ganj, Dharamsala

Monday, May 27, 2013

It felt foreign yet familiar. In that Indian city high up in the Himalayas I found myself in the midst of a confluence of cultures, so exciting in its rarity and heartening in its spontaneity.  The temple of the Dalai Lama, just a few blocks away from McLeod’s main square, was teeming with visitors, but it was one of the most serene places I’ve been to. Its majestic prayer wheels--the ma ni lag ‘khor--never stopped turning, constantly set in motion by pilgrims from different corners of the world.

From where I was seated in that nondescript noodle house, I could see some women in woolen chuba or in Indian sari, Tibetan monks in maroon robes and travelers in head-to-foot Gore-Tex pass each other along the store-lined streets surrounding the square. Used to hearing the mantra om mani padme hum reverberating through the town,, I felt delighted when, in the middle of tasting my first ever hot momo soup, the Black-Eyed Peas’ Bebot started playing. "Filipino, Filipino. Filipino, Filipino. Hoy pare, pakinggan n’yo. Heto na ang tunay na Pilipino."  How surreal, I thought.  In that place, at that moment, I never felt more alive.


Loree said...

I love the way you describe this place. It does sound a bit surreal.

Kayni said...

the thrill of finding self through travel...i'll miss this type of awakening this year. kulang sa pondo...kayod muna :(

Angeli said...

@kayni: puwede namang maglakbay kahit sa karatig bayan o bansa lamang. para mas tipid. :D

@loree: it's been a while. i miss writing like this. hahhaha

Angeli said...

@loree, thank you. :)

Lei Angeles said...

Wow, you've got a beautiful blog. Glad I found it. This is quite an interesting place.

Angeli Picazo said...

Hi, Lei. Thankyou for visiting my blog. :)

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