Re-Entry

Okay already, I'm back.

I realize this whole yoga/trading blog thing has become an India blog thing -which is fantastic.

Fantastic because I am no longer allowed to discuss options trading until I make up 100% of the losses I incurred in January, which were massive (massive from a rupee perspective -hundreds of thousands of rupees were lost in an arrogant, blissed out, Long AAPL Calls, Long Bernanke's Consciousness trade).

Market research shows that 83.3% of you don't give a sh-t about stocks anyway. The breakdown of that number is: out of a total audience of 6 (includes my mom and dad), one of you is vaguely interested in stocks. I'd say, do the math, but you're not interested in math, but I digress. . .

So what next, and all that??

(or Hindi) What to do, what to do??

Well, there's plenty, but for now I want to thank the new readers who have taken some time here -friends of friends from LA, India, The Internets, and the like. Thank you for coming and I will be more prolific in my posts and adventures, so please keep stopping by.

For now, Carla Bruni Sarkozy has me leaning toward learning French in France, but singing lessons in LA would be awesome too. Maybe both.

And what about work??

Fuck off.

Thank you.

Love you.

-yt

(Oh yeah, I think I've fixed the comments such that you may leave them now. SO, PLEASE DO -with links, angry words, humiliating pictures, whatever)

Maher, Heroes, See You Later Alligators

Maher means "mother's house" in Marathi, and is a destitute women's and children's shelter outside of Pune. Run by nuns, they have about 20 houses in villages throughout Maharashtra. It's mostly Indians helping Indians.

Since Maher helps out battered women and the like, it is still somewhat controversial in male-dominant rural India. I met one social worker, an Indian father of 2, who was beaten -his life threatened by the local villagers. His reaction was he'd rather die than leave, and 10 year's later, Maher is a mostly accepted Marathi institution. This guy is a hero.

There's about 100 heroes here, all under the radar. It was also great to see my friends (2 angels from God-knows-what planet) just doing their thing every day, loving the kids, helping however they can. 2 more heroes.

In about 40 hours I'll be home, probably staggering around Ralph's wondering what the f--- just happened. I've been thinking how best to sum up my experience here and I realized it's impossible, so instead I'll just thank you again for reading and indulging me, and leave you with a quote I picked up in the ether. So, thank you.

"Money doesn't buy happiness until you give it away, and real heroes do their job while no one's looking."

Thank you India,
yt

Like I said, "No Gurus, No Banyans!"

So, just like I said I would NOT do in my last post, I met a full-on Guru and sat under a 600 year-old Banyan tree last week. Too funny. Swami Nitiyananda has a huge following, like 1.2 million "disciples", and he actually sat with our LA yoga group and answered questions which was really cool of him.

He's a new-school guru that uses all modern technologies to convey his message of "unclutching" to the masses. He's like 30 years old, and I saw him as a quite intelligent and very savvy business guy that happened to have sat in a cave for several years. Enlightened in many ways.

Today, I sit in here in Pune on the last leg of my voyage. Both Bangalore and Pune are quite impressive with respect to Western measures of growth and progress. I was quite happy in seeing that. In about a week's time I will be home. Just have 2 more things to do: 1) meet with 2 friends doing amazing humanitarian work in a village in Maharashtra and 2) buy a harmonium.

Much Love,
yt