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Rude Awakenings - Forest Sangha Publications

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^0 G I F T S 06with a few brick houses among them; narrow winding paths with childrenplaying, half naked, hair matted with dirt; and a few old folk squatting.My body felt out of scale, and my bowl was too bright. (I had beengiven another one, one of those stainless steel bowls they make in Thailand,of better quality than most Bihari villagers’ household goods.) Butthey didn’t mind that I was special; they stopped me—the old folk withtheir friendly inquiries, the children open-mouthed—and they broughtrotis and rice. A child came running after me as I was walking away; herface glowing with joy, she heaved a roti over the lip of my bowl.The road took me gently back to the Maha Bodhi temple. Overwhelmedagain, I could only sit in the garden of prostrations with mybowl mothered in my lap. I chanted a blessing and meditated. They didn’tmind that I was special; in fact they seemed rather to enjoy it. Why wasI finding this birth such a crucifixion?Christmas was always about visiting relatives, reaching out to affirma connection with small gestures of kinship that get ritualized overthe years. So down the road we went, to visit monasteries to pay ourrespects to the elders of the <strong>Sangha</strong> in Bodh Gaya. There was VenerablePaññarama at the Mahabodhi Society, which was the Sri Lankan pilgrims’centre. He was busy with people and could only make a little timefor us. Then there were the Thai bhikkhus, besieged in the Thai temple,disjointedly polite. Being planted in India, especially Bihar, was difficultfor them. Everything was rough, dirty, and exposed—the exact counterpartto what Thais hold dear. But we connected well with VenerableGnana Jagat, the head of the Maha Bodhi Temple committee. He wasIndian, a Brahmin by birth, courteous, solicitous, with just the slightestwhistle to his s’s. He invited us to share his midmorning snack ofchopped fruit and listened intently to our tale. Expressing profoundshame that we had been robbed in his country, he decided to extend hispatronage to us, offering to take us into the temple, up into the top ofthe towering shrine itself. I left feeling like a favoured nephew who hadjust received a shiny copper coin.2 7 3

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