Geography: A westward-flowing stretch of a major river is considered rare and highly auspicious in Hindu tradition.
Ancestral Rites: It is a major pilgrimage destination where families gather to perform final rites and immerse the ashes (shraddha) of deceased loved ones into the holy waters.
Mythology: Puranas mention the site as holy, noting that taking a ritual dip here helps wash away sins and grants spiritual liberation (moksha).
When you’re close to tears, remember Someday it’ll all be over One day we’re gonna get so high Though it’s darker than December What’s ahead is a different colour One day we’re gonna get so high
And at the end of the day, remember the days When we were close to the edge And we wonder how we made it through, and at The end of the day, remember the way We stayed so close ’til the end We’ll remember it was me and you
‘Cause we are gonna be Forever, you and me You will always keep me Flying high in the sky of love
‘Cause we are gonna be Forever, you and me You will always keep me Flying high in the sky of love
Don’t you think it’s time you started Doing what we always wanted? One day we’re gonna get so high ‘Cause even the impossible Is easy when we got each other One day we’re gonna get so high
And at the end of the day, remember the days When we were close to the edge And we wonder how we made it through, and at The end of the day, remember the way We stayed so close ’til the end We’ll remember it was me and you
‘Cause we are gonna be Forever, you and me You will always keep me Flying high in the sky of love
‘Cause we are gonna be Forever, you and me You will always keep me Flying high in the sky of love
And at the end of the day, remember the days When we were close to the edge And we wonder how we made it through, and at The end of the day, remember the way We stayed so close ’til the end We’ll remember it was me and you
‘Cause we are gonna be Forever, you and me You will always keep me Flying high in the sky of love
‘Cause we are gonna be Forever, you and me You will always keep me Flying high in the sky of love
‘Cause we are gonna be Forever, you and me You will always keep me Flying high in the sky of love
‘Cause we are gonna be Forever, you and me You will always keep me Flying high in the sky of love
We’re gonna get so high So high, so high, so high, so high So high, so high, so high, so high So high, so high, so high, so high So high, so high, so high, so high So high, so high
So high, so high, so high So high, so high, so high So high, so high, so high So high, so high, so high So high, so high, so high
So high, so high, so high So high, so high, so high So high, so high, so high So high, so high, so high So high, so high
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A selection of memories
I’m paddling in the tunnel of love layered above me and through the grief gravy.
London is an incredible mix of people and cultures.
Manjula was amazed when she first visited U.K. and especially Brixton where there’s a great mix of people of different nations/ethnicity/races/colours….
On my bus now, less than 50% are white. I think that’s great and even the white people are a big mix mainly as the place (pre UK) was invaded by many others for a thousand years before the last take over by the Normans in 1066.
Coincidentally that invasion is featured in an amazing tapestry currently on loan from France and exhibited in London.
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Today I have noticed the following restaurants in just a few minutes from the bus travelling through London…..
Eritrean, Keralan, Lebanese, French, Bangladeshi, ‘Indian’ mostly run by Bangladeshis), English (whatever that means), American (so many fast food joints mainly selling burgers and chicken), you name it… every country is represented in the restaurants and just last week there was a big event celebrating Asia
With street food, entertainment and shoppping.
Just look at the people in the city.
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Teasing
Can you name any of the characters, in the window?
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Just to prove what an amazing place the world is ..
I was out with my son Ben today and we bumped into Rhonda from Australia, at the National Portrait Gallery, who was a guest at Mysore Bed and Breakfast.
I’m a central London tourist hanging out before I meet Brian.
There’s Nelson’s column,
surrounded by a king and army leaders (aka known as donkeys in the First World War — the saying is ‘Lions led by donkeys’ as a jokey attack on our leaders, not much change there then ), his pet lion and …
a new addition on the plinth for the latest commissioned art I don’t fancy Nelson’s chances with her, good job he’s on a stick.
There’s also a statue of one of our Roman colonialists from around 2000 years ago. This ‘country’ having been colonised by all and sundry for a thousand years before the Normans finally took over in 1066
I said DON’T feed the pigeons
Interestingly we also ‘celebrate’ the British colonialism of India in the square with a statue of the British military leader who crushed the Sepoys in 1857 which led to the British Raj.
As with donkey leaders I’m not responsible for current or past leaders nor supportive of their irresponsible behaviours.
Here’s one guy who helped me from over forty years ago
I go with the Marx brothers view that I wouldn’t join a club that would have me as a member.
Maybe I have a slightly different approach and do join lots of things —- Boys Brigade, Sunday School, Scouts, Youth Club, Air Cadets (ATC), Jesus freak in my teens.
But I don’t necessarily stick with one thing or hang around
I’m from the U.K. where I’ve lived most of my life, travelled a bit and now settled(?) in India. I tell people I’ve had five careers having facilitated lots of things in all the sectors.
I’ll discuss politics, religion, Spirituality and philosophy with our guests who think I’m Buddhist. I like what it represents but even Gautam wouldn’t be inclined to join a club.
I live on the Limen, a view that was often discussed with my MPhil supervisor.
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The Pagoda is in a great location by the river Thames
Gren—itch, not Green-witch, another of those English words pronounced differently to what you’d expect
Todays cycle ride
took me to another stretch of the river Thames
Where I found .,
The Cutty Sark. A high speed sailing ship that carried tea from India to Britain
Its in Greenwich a famous location in London with many sea going links.
The entry and exit to a tunnel under the Thames
I was opposite Canary Wharf office blocks in the east end of London
The first time I’ve explored South London, where I used to live, in over forty years. Actually I’m discovering so much more, including the extensive network of cycle lanes.
Factoids
… words from the t’internet.
Greenwich is famous as the home of Greenwich Mean Time (GMT), the Prime Meridian Line, and a rich maritime and royal history recognized as a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
Time and Science
Greenwich Mean Time (GMT): The starting point for the world’s time zone system, established here in 1884.
Prime Meridian Line: The 0° longitude line at the Royal Observatory Greenwich, where you can stand with one foot in the eastern hemisphere and one in the western hemisphere.
Landmarks and Maritime History
Cutty Sark
The world’s last surviving 19th-century extreme tea clipper ship.
I knowingly failed twice yesterday, on the word quiz wordle. First to guess the word and second to pronounce and therefore understand the word properly — once it was revealed.
It was Liven
Pronounced Ly-ven or Lie-ven but I couldn’t get past pronouncing it as Li-ven.
This not necessarily about the vagaries of the English language but is maybe evidence of a deteriorating brain.
It’s sometimes feels as if it’s full of cobwebs or little stomping men.
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So I’ve stopped cycling and I’m distracting myself, observing the Thames river.
Could it be …
Age deterioration or almost twenty years living in Indian English
I’ve cycled for sixty years and encouraged my sons to be considerate cyclists to other road users and especially pedestrians.
At times I’ve joked that the first task to learn (for all forms of transport) is how to stop.
I worry that the many inexperienced cyclists who rent electric cycles haven’t discovered that basic skill.
I’m familiar with people (in India) no knowing or following the basic rules. Here in the UK, because it’s such a contrast to what came before —- its a shock.
Mayhem on the roads and it’s incredibly dangerous.
Were the politicians and police asleep or comatose when they failed to anticipate this chaos.
The majority … of the Inexperienced cyclists on rented electric cycles ignore the signals, travel on payments, weave in and your, come close to mowing down people who are on a crossing
I’ve no idea of the accident rates but I’m scared
It’s a real danger and all at relatively high speed.
They generally don’t wear helmets, aren’t focussed and sometimes on phones.
Then they block pavements when discarding the cycles.