I spend the day tidying up my room, packing my bags for my trip to Russia this evening, stuffing whatever else would fit into one of those #26 Indian metal trunks (which I will leave here), and giving the remainder away or throwing it into the garbage.
Sometimes I think I'm akinchan (renounced). Hah! If I stay in any one place for more than just a few days, I begin accumulating all sorts of useless things again. Just like my mind — I'm always cluttering it up with non-essentials: things I don't need, things I don't want, things that are detrimental to my spiritual life...
I get the Jet Airlines flight from Kolkata to New Delhi. Jet Airlines is so much better than Indian Airlines: they are always on time; their staff is always so pleasant and courteous; and their in-flight meals are the best I have ever tasted — on any airline.
My flight gets in to New Delhi at ten o'clock; my continuing flight to Moscow is not until 5:00 a.m., so I have seven hours to kill. I get the shuttle bus from the international terminal to the domestic terminal but I'm still so early for the Aeroflot check-in that the guard at the terminal entrance refuses to let me in. "Come back at one o' clock," he says.
I sit on the curb (hey, this is India!) and wait...
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