leaving the ashram

A hazard (to some) of the traveler scene in India is the excessive amount of people on yoga vacations (sorry Nellie), spiritual journeys, nag champa missions, and general hippie nonsense usually reserved for communes in the Pacific Northwest or certain liberal arts college campuses on Grand Avenue. While sitting myself down to another delicious breakfast of museli and fruit, I overheard a woman behind me talking to another (woman? it's hard to say) over breakfast about how it feels to leave the ashram. I present, for you, the conversation:

Normal-ish woman (NW): Why don't you drink your tea? Are you in a hurry?
Strangely androgynous woman (SAW): Why? I have many things on my plate. I have many things.
NW: But you see, you should just relax. Take your time.
SAW: Yes, yes, I will drink this tea now, but I cannot slow down. You see, I have many things. I want to make a film. I want to meet Barbara Streisand. I would like to Free Tibet. How can you ask me if I am in a hurry? So many things.
NW: [sighs]

The entire time, all I could think was "What would Barbara Streisand do if confronted with this woman?"

Note how stealth I am as Nick photographs "the SAW"