Three days of sickness in India makes one wish to be safe in a hospital anywhere but India. We leap to conclusions while serving time in the bathroom. “I’ll never eat again!!! I’ll never drink again!!” Typical eating and drinking hangover phrases. For those three days, I’d pretty much written my will, cashed in my chips and called those I love to say “goodbye”. Today, I’ve never felt better and I’ve figured it out. If you drink the India Cool Aid, you develop an understanding of the India Cool Aid. Suffering for three days is much like penance. “If you eat our food and survive for three days, you are allowed to stay for an additional thirteen days, and enjoy yourself because the worst is behind you.”
My brother, Steve, an immortal, taught me something about getting sick when fishing on the open sea. It also applies to visiting India. In India, you are always waiting to get sick. If someone jumps on a boat, thinking they will be tossing their breakfast from here to there, well that’s what will happen. With this mind set, you are, inevitably, going to get sick. Steve, in the holiest of words once said, “Drink a bunch of beer, throw up while you’re catching a fish, and keep fishing, you pansy. Your mind shouldn’t be worried about your stomach. Your mind should be worried about other things like having a good time! WOOOOOOO!” I’m just quoting that from my brother, Steve’s, Bible.
After those three days of illness, I really have felt exceptionally better. I’m having fun with my fellow Chennai brothers, eating anything I want, not wishing to die or provide a will and testament, and having a great time. Lessons sometimes follow pain. Ultimately, with certain sacrifices, those lessons should remain fun.
In the name of the Father, Son, The Holy Sprit, and Steve…….Amen