Today Brian and I headed down to CP to attend a play in Sanskrit that my professor told me about. We decided that we'd hit up Saravana Bhavan while we were down there. There we are eating dosas and these two dudes were chilling in the corner, not really paying attention to us as they ate. But when they finished the older guy came over and sat next to Brian. He made a couple of prophecies regarding Brian, and then a couple for me, unsolicited and on the money. Turns out he is associated with the late Sai Baba of Maharashtra and his name is Dikshit Baba (for those unfamiliar with India this name is NOT fabricated). After a photo 
session and cigarette we headed for the Mandi House for the play. I was surprised at how many people there were, and enjoyed how beautiful they were in their super nice traditional gear. We were having a discussion near the main entrance and a bunch of people were motioning for us to take a seat in front of them in the second row. We make our way over. Of course they actually know Sanskrit and think its cool that I'm trying to pick it up. That lost its appeal as soon as I proved how little I actually know. Anyway, I got offered a job to teach in Karnataka, presumably when I finish my studies. I was also offered a certificate. One guy was pretty 
tight. He translated the play for me. Now for the good shit, when the play was over we were invited to "meet the students" (the actors). Then we were taken on stage to be "honored" with the actors. They had the full photo shoot and everything! :) Of course I had on my best shit...dickies and a t-shirt.Here's some random photos from around town. They definitely don't gel with the current discussion, but anyway... The top photo is of the only authentic hole-in-the-wall I've ever seen, a chai stand in the neighborhood!
