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What Lonely Planet Didn't Tell Me. I was wide awake, but I stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling.

The blowing dust and blaring traffic pressed on relentlessly, muffled by the double- paned glass. I felt trapped in a bunker in the comfort of my hotel, unable to face what waited for me outside.

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What have I gotten myself into? I had managed to delude myself into thinking I’d be able to just bop along through India unaffected by the crippling population density, apocalyptic pollution and sheer chaos. I’m tough, I thought. I can totally handle it. I’d thought I was prepared for the culture shock after hearing stories from my Indian friends, reading blogs about India – Garren and I even watched a Bollywood movie – for research purposes, of course. My Lonely Planet guidebook even made it seem easy.

But no, I was woefully unprepared. The culture shock didn’t fully hit me until I was hanging out of a tuk tuk filtering air through a kleenex. Was India an enlightening experience that opened my mind to a fascinating part of the world? Sure. But don’t think for a second that it was all beautiful temples, photogenic cows, and cardamom- scented markets. Ok, there was a lot of that.

But India tested me, India was tough, and there were times I just wanted to book a flight home. With some practice and some time, I started to get it. I even began to understand why people get hooked. I’ll be posting a survival guide later on with all the tricks I learned to help make the culture shock easier (update: here it is), but before we jump into the good stuff I’m going to be brutally honest. There were some things in India that drove me crazy, starting with…Trash. Every street was lined with garbage that was often swept into piles and lit on fire. The pungent smell was everywhere we went. Smoke hung in the air. How did it all get there? I felt like I was the only one who noticed it.

Would it really be so hard to put out a few trash cans? The trash bothered me so much, that when Garren and I had some empty ice cream cups and couldn’t find a trash can anywhere, I belligerently insisted we carry them back to our room despite the truck- loads of trash we passed by on the street. Smog. Blue skies were elusive in India. Mumbai’s skyscrapers dissappeared into fog smog. The forecast for the day was – I kid you not – “smoke,” a result of pollution in the air from exhaust and the burning of trash. Lovely. Mumbai skyline disappearing into smog. I didn’t edit this photo at all.

This is exactly how it looked. Sunsets were consistently anticlimactic with the sun dropping into a dark grey band before escaping below the horizon. Watch Time Rush 4Shared here. Curious about the phenomenon, I learned from Wikipedia that there is such a thing as the Asian brown cloud, a massive brown cloud of air pollution that hangs over South Asia and is visible by satellite. Eww. The things you learn when you’re bored and jetlagged at 4am…Beautiful sunsets turned sour as the sun fell into a grey band of smog.

Rides through the streets of India meant weaving through auto rickshaws, mopeds, and cars, all spewing grey fumes that hung in the air. I played the game of taking a big breath whenever we emerged from a cloud of exhaust, then holding my breath as long as I could until the air cleared again. Often it didn’t and I begrudgingly inhaled. I may as well have attached a breathing tube to an exhaust pipe. Commutes ended in a pounding headache. Bring ibuprofen.

Traffic. It often took an hour to travel just a few miles. Indian roads and highways were a jumbled mess of every possible vehicle from cars and large trucks piled high with cargo to pedestrians, bicycles, cows, goats, and chickens.

Here we have a hand- pushed cart, an auto rickshaw, a truck with an overflowing load of grass, a moped, and a bicycle- pulled cart. The family of goats was behind me. Cars drove on the left side of the road except when they didn’t feel like it. I also found that the only way to stop a motorbike from passing us was to point my camera out the back window.

I’ve watched this video of the show- stealing moped driver dozens of times and every time I see something crazy I didn’t notice before. See the mopeds driving the opposite direction? See the trash on the side of the road? The big cloud of exhaust? There’s not a dull moment on the streets of India. Nowhere else have I heard so much honking and such variety of horns! Imagine what it would sound like if you dropped an ice cube down the back of someone playing a trombone.

That’s what some of the bus horns sound like. And they’re honking all.

Each night I drifted off listening to the circus symphony of sounds occurring outside my window. Bring earplugs. Impossible Logistics. I’ve never had so much trouble getting from place to place as I did in India. One particularly bad example was when we tried to get from the center of Hyderabad to the outskirts of the city to meet my sister’s boyfriend’s family. Andrea’s boyfriend, Sid, spoke both Hindi and the local language, yet we still could not get a taxi, auto rickshaw, bus, or private driver to take us. Empty taxis refused us because we hadn’t booked in advance, so we downloaded the taxi booking app (using precious data) only to find that we couldn’t complete a booking because we didn’t have an Indian phone number. Sigh…You might say, “OK, so get an Indian sim card.” We tried and failed. Apparently you have to be a current resident, not just of India, but of the Indian state you’re currently in.

For hire? Yeah, right. Still trying to get to Sid’s family, we tried to catch a bus but there weren’t any buses heading that far outside the city.

We finally found an auto rickshaw that would take us as far as our hotel and then we tried to hire a private driver from there. No luck. No one wanted to take us out and wait around to bring us back. Why was it so difficult to hire a cab? Transport woes inspire me to take pictures of garbage. Poverty. The USA has its share of slums, but they are so isolated that I’ve never seen them. Americans either don’t know they exist or forget they ever knew. But in India, the wealthy, the poor, and everyone in between live in such close proximity that the contrasts were glaring.

Opulent skyscrapers and regal palaces stood across from crumbling concrete buildings and houses made of corrugated metal and tarp. Wealth was displayed openly and proudly, perhaps as a memory of the Old India before imperialism robbed the country of its riches. Mercedes gleam in luxurious storefronts facing decrepit concrete buildings. Mumbai’s real estate is some of the most expensive to afford in the world. Slums fill pockets of Mumbai while new construction displaces families and businesses. The wealthy look on from tall skyscrapers. There weren’t as many people begging and hassling us as I anticipated, but it did happen and they were quite insistent.

I had to turn my heart to stone to ignore some of their pleas, but I knew the darker secrets behind many of the beggars. The sad reality is that children are sometimes snatched from their families and trafficked by a begging mafia, sending them out in troupes to beg on the streets. Children are forced to hold babies that aren’t their own, or are sometimes maimed to make people feel sorry for them. I knew throwing money at the problem would only perpetuate it, but I was kept awake wondering what their lives were like. Many adult beggars would try to get our money through Sid (who is Indian, if you didn’t catch that). Assuming he must be our tour guide, they’d demand he give them our money, saying “You’re getting paid by them, don’t be so selfish!” It never crossed their mind he might be with us as a friend. Respect. I was out to get sunset photos of the Chinese fishing nets in Kochi.

Some guys operating the fishing net contraption encouraged me to take my photos from out on the rig. I was suspicious they wanted something in return so I asked, “is it free? You don’t want any money?” They replied “Yes, free! Please don’t pay us!

Aswathama Exists – Ashwathama Seen By People – Ashwathama Is Alive Radhe Radhe. Ashwatthama was the son of guru Dronacharya. Dronacharya did many years dhyan and penance of Bhagwan Shiv Shankar in order to obtain a son who possesses the same valiance as of Lord Shiva.

Aswatthama is the avatar of one of the eight Rudras and he is one of the seven Chiranjivi’s or the immortal ones. Aswatthama is the lone survivor still living, who actually fought in the kurukshetra war. Aswatthama was born with a gem in his forehead which gave him power over all living beings lower than manav yoni. This gem protected him from any attacks of ghosts,demons ,poisonous insects, snakes, animals etc. The gem was later removed from his forehead. Due to ambiguity of english language, Ashwathama is spelled differently.

Aswathama was cursed to roam in Kaliyuga  due to his sinful deed of killing innocent 5 sons of Draupadi, wife of Pandavas. Prarabdh and What is Ashwatthama’s Prarabdh ? History: No one can escape Prarabdh.

If you worship Lord Krishna, then you can think of changing your Prarabdh to good one. Through Divine grace (Kripa) of Lord Krishna, one can go beyond the influences of actions of past lives. Ashwatthama’s Prarabdh lead him to an immortal life, roam in forests with pain. Bhishma strove hard throughout his life to protect Hastinapur in his quest of finding the legal heir of Sathyavati’s clan. Bhishma entrusted on Krishna this responsibility of finding the next heir of Sathyavati’s family and to continue the lineage of the Pandavas. Although, after Duryodhana’s defeat it appeared that Hastinapur was now safe, as it was clear that Yudhishthira was the next king of Hastinapur, Ashwatthama’s action brought an end to the Pandava line.

Lord Krishna then placed a curse on Ashwatthama(actually it was his Prarabdha karma) that “he will carry the burden of all people’s sins on his shoulders and will roam alone like a ghost without getting any love and courtesy till the end of Kaliyuga; He will have neither any hospitality nor any accommodation; He will be in total isolation from mankind and society; His body will suffer from a host of incurable diseases forming sores and ulcers that would never heal”. Ashwatthama had a gem which was similar to Shamantakamani on his forehead which used to protect the wearer from fear of any snakes, ghosts, demigods and demons. So, Ashwatthama was asked to surrender this gem. Lord Sri Krishna further states that “the wound caused by the removal of this gem on his forehead will never heal and will suffer from leprosy, till the end of Kaliyuga”. It is believed that in Kaliyuga, his name will be “Suryakanta”. Thus, Ashwatthama will be in search of death every moment, and yet he will never die. At the end of Kali Yuga, Ashwatthama is to meet Sri Kalki, the tenth avatar of Lord Vishnu.

Few readers are apprehensive why Ashwathama was cursed, there were series of incidences in the history of Mahabharat that converted Ashwathama’s boon in to curse.[Read Also Secrets Revealed: Why Hindus Do Idol Worship In Their Temples]Ananth Iyer Ji had written great ending of Mahabharat in one of his online writings. Excerpt from that post is given here within brackets. Ashwatthama had a mission- to annihilate the Paandava race. His resources were limited. All the soldiers fighting for the Kaurava army had perished. All the ally kings were dead and Duryodhana was the only one of the hundred brothers still alive, if only barely. In contrast, all the five Paandavas were alive.

Drishtadhyumna, brother of Draupadi, and their general had lead their forces to victory in all the battles. However, Ashwatthama had vowed vengeance for the deceitful killing of his father and for the polemic defeat of Duryodhana.

It was the night of the eighteenth day of the war and he was sitting beneath a tree, plotting the slaying of the Paandavas when a strange sight met his eyes. He saw an owl enter a crow’s nest and, in the darkness, kill the crow that had harassed it in the morning. When it was day and the contest was fair, the owl could not resist the crow’s advances.

However, the owl exploited its advantage of being a nocturnal creature and at night, when the unsuspecting crow was asleep, the owl killed it. Ashwatthama then knew what he had to do.

With Kripaacharya, his uncle, and Krittavarma, the only two surviving members of the army, he rode out to the Paandavas’ camp at night. He stationed Kripa and Krittavarma at the entrance to the camp and stealthily went inside himself.

With his long, gleaming blade, he silently beheaded Drishtadhyumna and Shikhandi. He then proceeded seeking the Paandavas. Seeing five men sleeping in a tent, he beheaded them all. As it happened, Krishna had taken the Paandavas away for some purpose that night. The five men Ashwatthama had actually killed were the sons of the five Paandavas, born from Drapuadi. Feeling remorse for his lowly and dastardly act, Ashwatthama decided to do penance in rishi Veda- Vyasa’s hermitage and he sought asylum there. When the Paandavas discovered their sons and brothers in law were slayed by Ashwatthama in the middle of the night, they were furious.

Seeking their revenge, they hunted down the son of their guru with the guidance of Krishna. Seeing the enemy approach, Ashwatthama  suddenly erupted with rage- He forgot all about the remorse he had felt prior to coming to the aashrama. He plucked a blade of grass and uttered the Vedic incantations required to transform it to a Brahmaastra. On Krishna’s instruction, Arjuna produced a Brahmaastra of his own.

The two faced each other, each ready to fire the most potent of all missiles. The hatred in their eyes burned brighter than the light of a thousand suns. And they fired. Veda- Vyasa, blessed with divine sight, saw that a clash of two Brahmaastras would bring about cataclysm. The world would be destroyed for generations to come. This had to be averted at all costs and so, using his tremendous spiritual powers, he stalled the motion of the astras before they collided.[ Read Also Stunning Fact: Mount Kailash, Abode of Lord Shiva Is Indeed Made by Gods !

The great sage appealed to Krishna to ask the two warriors to summon back their missiles. Arjuna did so immediately and replaced the now ordinary arrow in his quiver. Ashwatthama, however, could not obey. He knew only how to invoke the Brahmaastra. He knew not how it was to be withdrawn. Krishna sensed this and spoke with contempt. Great Vyasa, Drona was not supposed to impart the knowledge of the Brahmaastra to Ashwatthama.

Nonetheless, he did so out of paternal affection but held himself back from teaching his son how to call it back, since empowered with that knowledge, his unworthy son could employ the potent missile at will. Ashwatthama here is at a loss because once fired, he does not know how to revoke his missile.” Vyasa then said to Ashwatthama, “Son of Drona, if it is true that you cannot revoke your missile, then channel it to target an isolated point on the planet that is uninhabited by any life form.” However, being truly evil and spiteful, Ashwatthama said, “then let it destroy Abhimanyu’s yet unborn son in Uttara’s womb and end the vile Paandava dynasty” Immediately, his missile deviated and Uttara’s fetus was destroyed. Krishna, Supreme Lord of the Universe, incarnation of Vishnu the Preserver, was enraged. His voice thunderous with rage, he cursed Ashwatthama, “May you, Ashwatthama, lead the most wretched life anyone can ever lead. May the sin of every man on Earth haunt you and burden you with guilt. May you roam the lands like a ghost, despicable and contemptible.

May you never receive love or affection ever in your life unto the end of Time.” Saying so, he demanded the gem on Ashwatthama’s forehead that protected the bearer from disease. May the wound caused by the removal of this gem never heal, serving you as a reminder of your abhorrent crimes. May you beg for death each moment of your life and may it never come to you.