September 5th – Spiti adventure continues…
Spelling is a flexible art in India. One often finds multiple spellings for names, places, and in signs. Take Key Monastery, for instance. It is also known as Kye, Kee, and Ki Monastery. It’s all good, take your pick! I’ve even had one monk spell his own name twice for me because sometimes he goes by Tanzin and sometimes Tenzin.
For a stickler about spelling like I am, this is an interesting lesson in imprecision. Especially if you’re asking for directions to a certain street or hotel, and you find that it’s spelled differently by different people, and you can’t help but wonder if you’re talking about the same place. Well, it’s okay, you’ll just do what you have to do, which is, you’ll find out!
It seems to me there’s a kind of accepted uncertainty principle here. It even extends to what people say. If, for example, you ask someone for directions, and he doesn’t know where the place is, he will not say he doesn’t know. He will give you information about where it is. Yes, that’s right, he will tell you something about what he does not know. My Western mind with its penchant for exactness doesn’t get it at all, but let me take a stab and guess: This fellow might think to himself, it may not be right, but it may be approximately right, so it will help.
I have noticed that when my Indian friends need directions, they will ask numerous people the same thing. One time, I was driving with a friend and we were looking for a particular site. He stopped to ask probably half a dozen people within only a half mile’s distance, a kind of cross-reference overkill. A precision begotten by statistical probability. The wider you cast your bets, the better your chances are to get the (flexible and imprecise) jackpot. At least, I think it’s something like that…
It seems to me that here in India, it’s implicitly understood that circumstances, and the world, and the universe, are not exact. And more importantly, we are not masters of these spheres, we are just part of the process. Everything is relative, everything changes, everything has the potential for uncertainty at any time. It is readily, deeply accepted and tolerated that things might or might not work out.
One Indian friend quipped, “I.S.T.–Indian Stretchable Time,” (instead of Indian Standard Time) when he told me a story about his friend who was supposed to come pick him up in a remote area by car, but arrived three days later than expected! Okay, so maybe that example is an extreme one, but the moral of the story is not that the friend let him down, but that he came despite the fact that he had deterring factors that prevented him from coming on time!
Oh, the power has just come back here at the hotel, praise be! So I’m quickly plugging everything in to charge. Spiti has been largely without electricity for the past eight months! And it is being doled out to different areas at the moment, so no power here until about 8 or 8:30pm, supposedly anyway, because the past two nights here have been powerless. I can’t understand the reason why exactly. I mean eight months is a long time to have a vital civic repair apparently unattended to, or not tangibly improved. Not sure if it’s because of devastating natural disaster or simply government mishandling and bad infrastructure. Maybe both. I do know that the next state, Utterakand, has suffered devastating floods and landslides recently, so it’s perhaps spillover?
Today was a bit hard to get kickstarted since I had another headache-filled sleep last night—altitude adjustments still. It’s Day 3 at about 12,000 feet high. Hope tonight will be better. I woke up disoriented, not knowing the time because my iPhone was out of power, head splitting. But we ended up going to Key Monastery after I spent the morning charging at a nearby café. The owner is getting power from the petrol station’s generator across the street. Thank goodness for their help! Otherwise, I literally would not be able to continue my work without charged batteries for my camera, or power to backup files onto laptop!
Key Monastery’s current spiritual leader is Lochen Tulku, the 19th reincarnation of Losatwa Rinchen Zangpo, the Great Translator wand former abbott who was so instrumental in this area for revitalizing Buddhism, translating all the original Sanskrit sutras, and building new monasteries in the 10th-11th centuries.
It turned out to be difficult to get permission to photograph the older murals here, despite my having a Spitian connection to a high level administrative monk. The concession is I can photograph the new assembly hall, which is nice but not so interesting for my Indo-Tibetan mural and mandala project. Nonetheless, the day spent at the monastery was pleasant. The monks were kind and invited us to tea, showed us the older temples, and merely asked that we not photograph. J’s local Spitian friend has offered to do some further investigation on my behalf, and we will see if possibly in a couple of days, there may be an opportunity to shoot the older murals.
All photos © 2013, Eva Lee.