Imagine looking down on a huge ant colony, with the busy freeways of ant life…every ant just trying to get where ever it is they have to go as fast and as direct as they can – sort of a purposeful chaos. Well, that’s kind of how the roads are in Vrindavan. And today I was careening down the Vrindavan ant-people-cow-dog-monkey-bullock-camel-horse-car-bicycle-rickshaw-motorcyle-pedestrian Freeway of Chaos perched sidesaddle on motor scooter.
I had my reservations – I am a little cautious (don’t laugh) when it comes to matters of potential bodily harm. I wasn’t always so cautious, certainly as anybody who knows me will attest, not a cautious teenager or young adult. But somewhere along the line, seat belts, helmets and designated drivers started to take on a certain urgent appeal as time marched on and responsibilities mounted.
Apparently, I’ve come full circle!!
From the moment I climbed onto the back of the scooter, wrapped a light grip around my driver friend’s waist, and lean into his back, I wasn’t worried in the least bit about not having a helmet on, or weaving in and out of traffic, dodging sleeping cows, and playing chicken with the oncoming rickshaws. The constant blaring of horns just added another dimension to an already supersaturated sensory ride.
When we arrived at our destination, like the end of a rollercoaster ride, I was sorry to have to get off. But we were out to attend to business after all! The process of renting a house in Vrindavan, and setting up a vocational/counseling center for the widows requires a lot of running around from landlord to lawyer to Vrindavan to Mathura and back again. Now, I think all my paperwork and documents have been prepared and sent to California headquarters for input and approval. Once all the documents are signed and we take possession of the house, it’s on to phase two - setting up a sole proprietorship business to facilitate our White Rainbow Project’s operations in India. I’m hoping all that running around can be done from the back of a motorcycle!