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When I was first taught about Pyramids, in my school, I was told that they are used to store mummies of Egyptian kings. I believed it till date, until my curiosity took over and I researched through books and internet to learn more about Pyramids.
If you still believe that Pyramids are just made to satisfy some Egyptian King’s larger than life Ego, then you have to read the post below, because the case is totally different.
It’s so unfair to teach our kids a history that is half corrupt and half ill rotten to fill their mind with garbage. But, why?
Maybe, it’s got to do with the regimes who have ruled us and the way they want to portray our history. We always believed that our ancestors evolved from apes and we are actually much more advanced than them. But, what if it’s not true? What if they were much more advanced scientifically, spiritually and humanely than us?
Learning about Pyramids
Egyptian pyramids have proved all our hypothesis wrong and made a strong point favoring the high intelligence of our ancestors. Till date none of us has come up with a way to replicate a Pyramid. Then how did our ancestors made such huge structures?
Pyramids are not only just a triangular structure erected in the dessert, they were actually build around the civilization of Nile river, in a way that all three largest pyramids aligns with the Orion constellation. It is constructed in such a way to align itself with sunrise and sunset of every new cycle of Sun.
Learning about Pyramids
What amazes me is that most of the people correlate Pyramids with Mummies and dead bodies, irrespective of the fact that they are never found in them. Their was never a Mummy placed in Pyramids. In fact Pyramids were built to be used as a machine kind of structure to vibrate and resonate high frequencies.
If you look inside of a Pyramid, they are like inside of a machine which uses sound as it’s basic theme and convert all the energy into positive vibes or frequency. Now, what kind of frequencies do they resonate?
Learning about Pyramids
Our ancestors understood the importance of being one with nature. They were quite advanced spiritually and have understood the true happiness. Just like in Hindu vedic culture our whole body is considered as a temple and is further considered to be represented through SevenChakra, so does the Egyptian pyramids are built to influence those Seven Chakra through sound and frequency. If you saw the Seventh and the higher most Chakra in our body, it is triangular in shape with three dots joining together to denote Shakti, the ultimate divinity, so are the pyramids. They were considered as a means of communication with the higher self, and to balance the harmony in world.
Learning about Pyramids
Now, we have lost that touch with our higher self. Our spirituality is now limited to going to temples, mosques and churches. We have forgotten, that fundamental spirituality is actually derived from humanity and harmony. One day will come when we will understand this and maybe that day we will attain the knowledge which our ancestors have already captured in these Pyramids.
When you are the Mother of Three kids, only thing that is lacking in your life is – some quiet time.
My daily schedule starts with when I wake up and go to bathroom to get freshen up, and before I could lock the door, at-least one of the three kid will be on the door, rubbing eyes and calling for mamma. From that moment to the time when they sleep at night, I am never alone, not for a second.
Yesterday, it was different. Now that my twin boys Otu and Renne, have started their school, and joined Tisha. All three in school, at the same time.
You know what that means? That means, I would get the chance to be all alone. Lots of MeTime for me 🙂
Before they left for School, my first thought was, that I have to actually drag them to school, and they will cry and won’t leave the house. I was expecting at-least Renne to cry for his mamma, and not leave the house without creating a lot of ruckus. I was wrong. So, Wrong. 😦
None of them cried. Not a single tear. Not even a little. Instead, they were all jumping with excitement. Specially Otu, he didn’t even looked back. Guess, they were as excited leaving me, as I was longing for some alone time.
It was bad. They should have cried. I remembered, I cried it first time I went to school. Maybe, my kids don’t love me, or they are just super duper excited to see their school. I prefer to believe the second option. :O
So, they left, and I was still standing their, waving goodbye. I never thought, it would be so hard to close that door and come back to an empty home.
My home had never been this quiet, not even at night, when everyone is sleeping, and my someone special is snoring 😛
I decided to take a long bath. A luxury I could have now. It’s boring to take a bath when you don’t get the company of dinosaurs, mickey mouse, dolls and juice bottles, in your bathtub. No one to pay you a visit in every three minutes and ask you “Mamma, bath done?”
What Next?
Tried calling everyone on phone…. but, what to talk about. It’s no fun, when you are on phone and there is no yelling in between “Renne, come down. No jumping allowed”.
Nothing interesting on tv. Facebook is dull too, nothing new, same old boring posts.
Looked at the time…. only half hour has passed. Are you kidding me? What will I do for next few hours?
What if Renne is crying in the school? Or, they want to do Pee Pee and not able to say so? What if Otu is hungry or need some water? I started worrying, and it actually helped me in passing some time.
I have never waited for someone like this long. Hours were the longest and my patience…..
Those were the longest three hours, but they were worth waiting for, because when they came back and all three of them hugged me hard…. kisses on my cheeks and everyone of them telling stories of school. Tisha telling about the big green Dinosaur that she saw in school, or Otu showing the drawing he made, or Renne, shouting chicken, chicken, chicken… I want chicken. 🙂
Normalcy returned to my home…… everyone was yelling, and I was smiling, with a small tear holding itself strongly in the corner of my eyes.
Last year this time I was in a plane, coming to USA for the first time, with my hubby and three kids. I was unsure of what future holds for me. How will I get along with new country, new culture and new people?
It turned out, pretty good. For those, who have read my post on How America is treating me…., would know what I am talking about. I didn’t write anything about India at that time, reason being, I wanted to feel it by the course of time, If I do indeed miss being in India? Or, what exactly did I miss about being there?
Now, that I have spent one whole year, I think I am eligible enough to write my first experience of missing India. So here it goes…. not necessarily in a specific order.
Indian Food
Indian Food – bet I won’t be the only one to agree on this point but, Indian food tastes better, in India only. You can visit any top notch restaurant of the world, but the taste of spices, that you have in Indian food, can not be found anywhere. I have been to the Indian restaurants here, but taste is not the same. I cook daily (almost), but still it’s not the same. I have eaten food cooked by others too, but it’s not the same. Miss that aroma, that smell of Indian soil and air.
Crowd
Crowd – I know you may not agree with me on this one, but I do miss that crowd, that long stretch of people everywhere around you. When you go out and you start seeing people the moment you step out of your door, to the small lanes, parks, elevators, stairs and main roads…. everywhere a stream of people running for their daily errands. It’s so lively, as if everything has a life. Here I can stroll around blocks away from my home without seeing a single soul for miles (if we leave people running to their destinations, in their cars).
Movie Queen
Movies – I do see Indian movies here, in theaters too, but the feeling is not the same. Indian movies are meant to be seen in big halls, with a cheering and whistling crowd of movie watchers; with some school kids still in their school uniforms bunking their classes; few college going love birds trying to find their corner seats; some oversize uncles spreading their legs and bumping your seat over and over again; smell of that buttery popcorn and slurping sounds of big colas; this is what Indian movies audience should be like. Miss it here.
Kids flying kite
Indian kids – I miss kids playing in the neighborhood. Now, nobody rings my doorbell and runs away before I open the door. 🙂 I miss that innocence when little girls would come by ringing your door bells not once or twice but million of times and would ask, “Can we take Tisha to our home for play?”. I miss kids playing cricket in the streets or flying kites on the roof, and shouting with all the strength of their lungs, on small victories. I miss seeing kids all dressed up in their uniforms, looking fresh and tidy in the mornings. Miss seeing grandparents dragging and carrying those same kids, exhausted after school, and take them back to home. Miss the mayhem and mischief of kids.
Indian street
My Neighborhood – I miss that chat with the neighbors through balcony having sips of tea in between. How easily we discussed everything from household matters to cricket to debate on who should be the next prime minister, with the whole neighborhood, while still in the comfort of our homes. I miss those small gatherings on the stairs with the neighbors, which used to start with the simple namaste and how are you?, to discussion about their daughter’s friend’s kids school admissions. I miss those visits by neighborhood uncle, who will come by just to say hello. Miss listening to Hindi songs playing on a radio of a very distant shop.
Indian Food
Late Nights – In India we have a wrong notion that people in USA have a better night life, as if they party all night, and have more fun, than us. On the contrary, I have found, here people sleep early, to be precise 8pm is their sleeping time, while we on the other hand would not even have our dinner by that time. Markets are close by 8 or max 9, and then you have no place to go to. I miss those evenings/night snacks of chaat and golgappas by roadside at 10 pm. Going out to eat at 11 and still be able to find good food, specially those late nights aaloo paranthas in Noida.
Indian Driving
Driving on Indian Roads – It would be insane to say that, but seriously, the fun that you have while driving on Indian roads can never be the same in USA. I loved going on long drives there, specially on highways; here it looks like every road is a highway, pretty boring. Missed that road rage and honking. Cutting into each others lanes and taking wrong turns. It may sound bad, but it was thrilling (however, I would never advise others to do that). Miss bikes and rickshavalas passing alongside your cars and taking sharp turns, miss cycles and school vans, with kids waving byes.
Golgappe
Street Food and Dhabas on Roadside – Dear dhabavalas, you are really a blessing, and now I have realized your importance. The way we can stop our cars anywhere on the road and would find a small dhaba, have a little glass (not cup) of tea with pakoras… yumm… and those jaljira places in summers…. ooohhh…. missing you. Miss aaloo chaat, golgappa, momos, chowmein, paranthas, ice creams, and jalebi shops/counters (thela to be precise).
Vegetable Market
Indian stores and Markets – Maggi and Dairy Milk Chocolate are no longer soem food item for me, they are life’s little pleasures. You will know it, when you have to go to 100 miles to buy a dairy milk chocolate. Running to Indian stores to buy that Imli chatni or Indian namkeens and sweets….. how easy it was in India, to go to a store on a walking distance and buy these life’s small luxuries. Step out of your home, and there you will have a shop, delivering everything that you desire, sometimes home delivery too.
Most importantly, I miss family and friends. Miss those times when we would just go to a friend’s place unannounced, just to have a cup of tea, and would come back fully loaded having dinner. Miss that, when you feel close enough to your family and friends to be able to reach them in time of need within hours. Every birthday or small celebration with your close ones. People who really matter in your life. Miss home and miss my hometown. Miss actually everything that my country has. Miss India. 😦
My Journey So Far.... 