That Just Aint Cricket

Friday the sun was shining the rain had gone away and; it was a public holiday! So everything was shut, meaning no visit today, oh India. But I still managed to put my time to good uses and spent the morning creating a blog for the brotherhood: www.delhibrotherhood.blogspot.com . After seeing mine they were so impressed (guess they’re easily pleased) they asked me to create them one with the aim of using it for; updating people on projects, posting peoples comments/diary’s of their stay, and also for the Brothers to post their own comments. So IF they use it I think it could be very helpfully for letting the rest of the world know what it’s like at the brotherhood. The afternoon was occupied by getting lost in Delhi with the Aussies, which was interesting but a lot of people want to sell you rugs; I really don’t have a need for one rug, let alone a need that would necessitate several rugs. But anyway eventually we found our way back to the Brotherhood; it was along the highway with the bicycles in the outer lane, right at the public toilets with the man urinating next to them then down pothole ally. In the evening I went to a church discussion group at Anada Grama east Delhi, where Farther Monodeep had been asked to lead. They were pretty dedicated to this discussion, as when we arrived fashionably late the power had gone down and the meeting was being conducted by candle light. I can’t be too sure what they were talking about, 

Reading by Candle lights

ok I have no idea what they were talking about, the whole thing was in Hindi, even the booklet they gave me for which they sacrificed one of their candles so I could ‘read it’, was in Hindi. So I politely gave it back and sat there for about an hour taking a few photos to pass the time. After the discussion we drove to Delhi cathedral for a wedding, I think we had arrived rather late as all the good food had gone and most people seemed to be going home, but never mind we found some grub and had our photo take with the couple, then cruised the streets looking for something to drink, got followed by the police and asked if we were dealing by two geezers on a bike, before finally making it back to the brotherhood.Sunday is defiantly  

Main Tent At Wedding

the day of rest. After gettingup a bit after 9 and having a leisurely breakfast you can go for a swim in the pool and teach Danish to do hand stands underwater. Then the afternoon is spent playing cricket with the boys from the night shelter, but cricket on its own just aint good enough so to spice it up a bit each game is bet on. After 4 or so hours I decide that enough and got ready for the evening service at St. Stephens College, formally owned by the brotherhood. the service its self was rather interesting a sort of a cross between Baptist and Anglican styles, but it kind of work, just like the sermon but as for the singing, yer, keep working on that guys. after the service we followed the sound of music to find an India, rock, talent show, type thing, it was alright apart from that singing business but the crowed was seated, SEATED at a heavy rock concert, that just aint cricket.

Boys playing cricket