Escape! From the clutches of castle Sri Sri

or,
"Tinkle, tinkle: how I found a new appellation for immigration forms"

The new appellation being, of course, "sri sri", which is seemingly one that is self-applied, and not really honorific at all. I'm sure the greeks will totally love Sri Sri Andrew Iyer when he burns the house down in Greece. Metaphorically. I won't literally burn houses down, because that is ILLEGAL, and people just shouldn't do that sort of thing.

Unless it is this man's house, and you are in !ndia, in which case it is a-ok.

So, really, there are a few things I should clear up.

The first is, after all that galavanting around? Being tougher than all the men out there? Riding on an indian train in general class for 12 hours (ok, I'm pretty proud of that, but anyway)? Yeah, well, after all that my body decided that I was a complete lunatic and decided to:
a) have back spasms that were a real pain... in the... back.
b) get the 'flu

At which point I discovered that the only men I was tougher than were men made of klee-nex. Not the real men. The men who do the nations of the world proud be reading this blog. Because those men? They are real men. Men like you, reader. Unless you are a woman. Then they aren't men like you at all. Because they are MANLY men, and you are womanly women. If you're a woman. I could go on like this for a while, but I don't think that really gets anyone anywhere, does it?

So! I checked into the meditation centre of a Sri-sri here in incredible !ndia, to learn... well, stuff. I really didn't know much about the course, except it was meant to be good. And the pamphlet at the centre said it could, well, do lots.

Umm, ok, so the internet cafe is closing. so i'll actually WRITE something that I DID tomorrow. Maybe.