It all started with Gandhi

The Universe is trying to tell me something again. This time it's about India.

We started watching the movie Gandhi in class last Wednesday. That evening, I went to happy hour with the DH, his friend from work and that friend's wife. Guess where she is going this week for work? Yep, India!

The next day, I found a blog entry, quite randomly through Feministe, about a woman shopping for a sari in India. Then, this past weekend, I happened to stumble upon a British movie called " Nine Hours to Rama" about Gandhi's assassination. It could have been good; it was actually quite interesting, but I got tired of all the white-folks-dressed-in-brownface they got to play the Indians and didn't finish it. The thing, though, was that it was filmed in India in the early '60s, so it was gorgeous.

Add in that my co-worker just recently told me about her desire to see Goa and it seems there's something about India. But what does it all mean, hmm? Anything or nothing?


Should I move to India? Visit there? Read a book on it? Maybe I should start doing yoga again or move to an ashram, or, or...