Author Archives: Hans van der Gugten

Felicitare

Gister voor het eerst sinds maanden weer naar de Santo Daime geweest. Het was een Cura ter gelegenheid van de verjaardag van Geraldine, de madrinha van Santo Daime Amsterdam. Het was weer een mooie happening. De effecten van de Daime … Continue reading

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De GVK te Baflo?

Zoals ik al schreef in de (nog) niet aangekomen ansicht aan mijn vader, is er iets veranderd in mijn schuld-gevoel. In het hoofd is het verslag in de maak van hoe dat zo gekomen is. Bij de voorbereiding daarvan hoort … Continue reading

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Round up

It took a while, but now even this strange omnipresent sound that seems to belong to India too, the shhhhreeking sound of the peacock gets multilevel meanings. At first hearing there is a kind of cognitive dissonance between how beautiful … Continue reading

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Culture shock and sex

In the middle of my notes of the first weekend in Chennai I suddenly wrote: STOP. I forgot that we visited first J’s house and thus his wife, the wonderfully beautiful S.R. with whom he married less then half a … Continue reading

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Handyman forever, or the Sound of Silence

Only the few consciously romantic about it seekers will miss it. Maybe. But thousands of others just will not hear it for a while, maybe even a year or longer: the incredible squeeking sounds of the back gate of Ramanashram. … Continue reading

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Mammamiaji

This woman supervises the kitchen of Quo Vadis Interfaith Dialogue Center here in Tiru. I go there often for food, for me the purest, simplest and nicest Indian food around here. After having uttered in a praising tone of voice … Continue reading

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Time for a postcard. (= picture and some text)

The lust to write is going dispassionate, the urge to write is loosing its urgency. Reminds me of that joke that Isaac tells once in a while about mañana. Here is a version from the web: So there’s this linguists’ … Continue reading

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Shanti Travels, part 3.

“Life is going to fast to make a decent report of it.” I have heard myself say this line quite often the last year or so. And here it is going so fast that it is even almost impossible to … Continue reading

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Ansichtkaart

Ga binnenkort een ansichtkaart op de post gooien aan mijn vader. De kaart komt uit Tiruvanammalai India. De tekst is een aardige samenvatting van mijn nieuwe vakantiegevoel. Leek me wel geschikt als tweede blogtekst in het hollands, na de soep … Continue reading

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Shanti Travels, part 2.

Two days later 7.30 in the morning I saw this lady again sitting on the chai shop terrace. She recognized me and I went over for a chat. At a point she sais in between the obscurity that she has … Continue reading

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