Indian Elvis

20131016-073139.jpgI woke up and found an old hard boiled egg I once bought at an old deli in New Delhi. It was hiding under a faded copy of Catcher In The Rye. I thought to myself "there's my book and there's my egg. I remember that train ride." But then I realized, I've never been to the capital of India. Or have I? And did I perhaps travel there in my mind? I recall eating a heavily spiced saag paneer shaped by Dharmic beliefs with an elder statesman on a beautiful field of poppies with one table and three chairs. I asked him who the other chair was for and he said "we are holding it for Elvis Presley." I told him that Elvis was a long gone daddy and that's when he put his hand over my mouth and said "shhhh, no one dies. We just move on dot org." Then a bolt of lightning cracked the sky and the most beautiful rain poured down on us. A rain of love that I can never describe. We just sat there as it showered down upon us. I was laughing and crying and laughing. I felt reborn and cleansed and energized. I had the concentration of Arjuna the warrior. I saw things I never saw before. I was spinning in time with the planet as we floated through the flotSam Cooke and jetSam and Dave. Sweet soul music mixed with Indian raga based on seven notes or: sapta swar. The notes were: Shadj, Rishabh, Gandhar, Madhyam, Dhaivat, and Nishad---> yet regular folk commonly call them - Sa, Re (Ri), Ga, Ma, Pa, Dha, and Ni.

So, imagine my surprise when I cracked open that egg and a fully realized chicken appeared and started singing Elvis songs to me in Hindi. I would like to say I was shocked but I wasn't. I yawned and started reading the sports page and checking baseball playoff scores. The Cards beat The Dodgers and The Tigers lost to The Red Sox. The chicken sang Heartbreak Hotel in the craziest scale I've ever heard. I actually put down the paper and started dancing like my life depended on it. I danced like no one was watching. This is going to be a glorious day. It's Wednesday you assholes! Wake up and greet the most amazing day in any calendar year ever put forth. Even better than a naked lady calendar hanging in a greasy auto shop in Lakeside California. This is your day. Listen to The Indian Elvis sing. You can hear it in the air if you just relax and breathe and listen and wait and listen. Patience and relaxation are your new friends.

Get down with your bad self and fly the freak flag as high as you can. You are LOVE.

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