Brilliant, its a idle Monday morning .
I sit here on the balcony looking at the clouds that don’t subside , as if nature is unleashing her fury , her anger & frustrations . but even that is so cool , so soothing and calm .hoping that the rain would wash away all my pains, i sit expecting the little droplets to sooth my soul , to sooth the pains, to make me numb again.
Guess at 28 you are confused about life , the decisions to take the career to make and the money to earn , well these are the simple problems you can solve , for they are not as complex as emotions .
Ah well emotions my friends , be aware of them , respect them , loathe them , fear them , embrace them but experience them , the complexities and multitudes involved in it will sweep you away .Let me talk about the one emotion called love , it has so many intricate emotions in its lair , it questions your very belief , shakes your principles , drains your energy and makes you question the fundamental purpose of one’s life ? Of once birth.
But in its arms will we find the answers to our questions , the energy to better our principles & beliefs in life , the momentum to propel our soul on the path of happiness , it instils in us a sense of purpose in our ever drifting life , mind , emotions .
It is the last refuge and the last resort for all our souls, our consciousness & thoughts .
For its is not binding but liberating, it is not burdening but unburdening .
The only hindrance is that we have to surrender to it completely , let it address our fears, our inhibitions, our anger , our frustrations, our doubts , but to surrender we are scared .Then it shall set one free , by giving a simple answer , what can be and what shall not be , a clarity to realize that love when true is truth !
Truth is beauty, beauty is god , and as such god is love , and what better manifestation of god than nature ? Love is the force that creates this universe , which binds the ying & yang to create , to kill , to recycle to recreate again .
well i wouldn’t go by my own words , i would love someone more than life itself , i will love someone unconditionally , i will love someone for i was born to love her , i will love someone for that is my destiny , i will love that one till i realize completely the dimensions and multitudes of love .
And in this process i know she will hurt me , i will hurt her , we will get hurt .
We will question the very foundations of a relationship and always find an answer, we will imagine that love is nothing but , a process of pain and it is better of living without it .
But in the end we will survive this battle , we will emerge more stronger and complete than we were before , you , me and us .Only to realize that love is what completes us , it is what lets us complement each other, it is what is the goal of life , and that is to love .
True love is so complex and rare that we have to fight for it , we have to fight our feelings, inhibitions, incapability’s, restrictions , interruptions , emotions , our knowledge and our very self.Love tears your very self apart to put you back as more complete , more enriched and more enlightened , for only then you can be true to yourself .
but i wouldn’t take my word for it , for even i have to pass through these multitude of feelings , emotion & chaos , its only that the eye of a storm is the calmest , the fires have to forge us to make us stronger , love is but sacrifice of everything but love .
For my love & yours, just love and life will follow you .
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Well i have been lazy , come on i shall admit it .
Well how else would i let work and a bunch of monkeys managing it let me not blog , or is it just my feeble attempt to blame them .?
So after getting to a saturation point i have decided , its too short to let it pass by isnt it .
I mean for 5 years you live life , every single day , one moment at a time and all of a sudden you see that its passing by you , too quick for you to comprehend .
the shower today just reminded me of something , a moment of happiness that i had forgotten , about an august week that was just bloody brilliant .!
I mean its Thursday evening , its raining cats & dogs and a cyclone was brewing somewhere adding more force to the rains , trying to avenge the gods themselves .
Me & Asti are gulping down some sweet rum as we think about 3 wonderful days to do nothing & free from work .
" Dude , lets do a bike trip " asti quips and i tell him to shut up , for the weather was not right , and i did not know how much of a rider he was , but then the road beckons .
The advantage of being drunk is that it helps your brain bypass the probabilities and helps it to say yes , was it stupidity ? what was the point ?
11:30 PM , we borrow a couple of rain suits , gear up completely and decide its time to go , asti gets his clothes packed & his highness is ready .
Okay driving is serious rain is injurious to health and takes a lot of concentration & tolerance , more so if its 2 guys on a Pulsar .!
12:30 PM CCD Maddur , we are soaking wet , tipsy and sore , but zipping @ 75 KMPH on wet roads is fun , you tend to feel nice , like breaking free and just cruising without a care in the world .
Mysore , 1:45 AM , we come home cold and shivering , just duck into the bed and sleep off .
We wake up to see this , what a nice way to start the mornings , get nice warm coffee served , pick a cigarette & just watch this view frm my balcony .
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Maya this is , maya this shall be ...
The toughest thing to understand is silence,
The hardest thing to find is the same silence.
The yearning to break this haplessness i try,
making me realize that i am not that tough.
After all we are human , fragile but resilient.
we yell out , Why is it that we are cursed by emotions?
yet at times we indulge in them as if they are a boon.
Why is there this longing in us ?
Why is there a need for someone ?
Look into yourself , into your deep dark soul ,
bring out everything in there to light.
Dont you know you fool , you were born alone ?
see, you will die naked alone and quietly ..
when where you here to go there ?
dont you know , you were yourself just a manifestation .
Ah , maya was this , maya shall this be .
nor you can change this nor i , maya it is just maya ....
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Catching up with Снегурочка & сварливый человек , encounter with Mr.D'souza
Well it was as usual, a warm bear hug, genuine and happy.
I liked the expressions of his face though, and my Снегурочка happy and cheerful as usual . it always is a nice feeling when you meet old friends , well literally old friends .
I had the much deserved break after some serious biking and it felt great to have both Andy & Elena for company.
It was the ideal break without a care in the world , swimming in the beach, smoking Loco, having little conversation & arguments and taking my vengeance on them with my " Magical " cooking skills, i have to say a vacation cant be better than this .
The roads in Goa are really pretty good , long & winding stretched here and there gives you as nice feel especially if you are in the off tourist areas or driving at off tourist times .
An afternoon siesta with a heavy fish curry Thali lunch backing us up was a welcome break from all the junk food i had been eating during my travel , and old panjim’s lazy looking streets were a delight to walk off the afternoon heat.
All of us were walking together on the old roads of uptown panjim when on the way we came across a waft of music , and we were drawn closer to the tune of a violin .
As we just drift by windering as to where is this mellow tone coming from we notice that Снегурочка disappears, god knows where ? just to emerge out of Mr.D'Silva's house reckoning me and Andy to follow suit .
The house was quiet old and gave fodder to me and Andy for our animated discussions about old houses in goa .
An old gentleman dressed in impeccable formals what a sight, Big spectacles and aged beautiful eyes , as we walked into his study i felt that i am entering a place where time must move very slowly.
His was a wonderful story , Born in Macau or i think it was Singapore , he worked 20 odd years in Brazil as a professor of fine arts, He claimed to have a lineage in the Goan Portuguese aristocracy , and his " Great " grandfather was the First chief justice of old Portuguese Goa .
His violin was magical, turning out tunes that were so bare and so strong that it was no wonder it touched me, as if calling out to an emotion hidden deep inside , soaking this is we move on & bid him adieu with smiles on our faces brought out by a bliss of music.
Nice little place, i wanted to visit old Goa and do some serious photography of the old houses & that architecture , but maybe some other time .
Well I am lazing around a bit here now, drifting lazily , drunk and happy , will write more about all this sometime later
See ya .
I liked the expressions of his face though, and my Снегурочка happy and cheerful as usual . it always is a nice feeling when you meet old friends , well literally old friends .
I had the much deserved break after some serious biking and it felt great to have both Andy & Elena for company.
It was the ideal break without a care in the world , swimming in the beach, smoking Loco, having little conversation & arguments and taking my vengeance on them with my " Magical " cooking skills, i have to say a vacation cant be better than this .
The roads in Goa are really pretty good , long & winding stretched here and there gives you as nice feel especially if you are in the off tourist areas or driving at off tourist times .
An afternoon siesta with a heavy fish curry Thali lunch backing us up was a welcome break from all the junk food i had been eating during my travel , and old panjim’s lazy looking streets were a delight to walk off the afternoon heat.
All of us were walking together on the old roads of uptown panjim when on the way we came across a waft of music , and we were drawn closer to the tune of a violin .
As we just drift by windering as to where is this mellow tone coming from we notice that Снегурочка disappears, god knows where ? just to emerge out of Mr.D'Silva's house reckoning me and Andy to follow suit .
The house was quiet old and gave fodder to me and Andy for our animated discussions about old houses in goa .
An old gentleman dressed in impeccable formals what a sight, Big spectacles and aged beautiful eyes , as we walked into his study i felt that i am entering a place where time must move very slowly.
His was a wonderful story , Born in Macau or i think it was Singapore , he worked 20 odd years in Brazil as a professor of fine arts, He claimed to have a lineage in the Goan Portuguese aristocracy , and his " Great " grandfather was the First chief justice of old Portuguese Goa .
His violin was magical, turning out tunes that were so bare and so strong that it was no wonder it touched me, as if calling out to an emotion hidden deep inside , soaking this is we move on & bid him adieu with smiles on our faces brought out by a bliss of music.
Nice little place, i wanted to visit old Goa and do some serious photography of the old houses & that architecture , but maybe some other time .
Well I am lazing around a bit here now, drifting lazily , drunk and happy , will write more about all this sometime later
See ya .
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Magical byndoor and the secret beach .
Well what a wonderful place this is , i dont want to speak about it and spoil the magic . This blog entry is about 28 hours late but was soaking in so much of the coastal country side , i forgot about it . Beach next to the hill , a old temple , starry skies ....! We bid goodebye to this wonderful place in the middle of the jungle and drifted through the coast , the roads get a bit worse once you reach uttara kannada district .
Bhatkal : unique in its own way , we then started driving again after filling up our tanks . On a impulse as i was driving i felt the gentle breeze hit my face and turned my bike to the left on a narrow road .
A lone fisherman's house , fish set out to dry , and a marshy pool with a invitation to a secret beach , so lonely , so desolate , with nobody except a lone fishing boat , this was the ideal beach .
This is where we thought it would be nice and kool to drive our bikes on the shoreline , i wanted to drive in the wet sand . And i was reminded of the attempt me and vicky tried on our visit to goa . That was some trip .
Well the outcome was the same , we couldnt go out for long , we could have done it if we had deflated our tiers , but we had no foot pump .
Anyway we drove back to gokarna pretty hurriedly and finished our visit to om beach , i didnt visit it again , no thing great in it . Did enjoy the drive up till there .
Then it was a mad rush to goa , hassle by the goan cops at the border and a stop at the famous " swiss resturant " enroute to galibaugh beach .
Thats it for now , enjoying a wonderful beach and great roads . Sadly saw army deployed all around and the country in general being cautious .
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Bhatkal : unique in its own way , we then started driving again after filling up our tanks . On a impulse as i was driving i felt the gentle breeze hit my face and turned my bike to the left on a narrow road .
A lone fisherman's house , fish set out to dry , and a marshy pool with a invitation to a secret beach , so lonely , so desolate , with nobody except a lone fishing boat , this was the ideal beach .
This is where we thought it would be nice and kool to drive our bikes on the shoreline , i wanted to drive in the wet sand . And i was reminded of the attempt me and vicky tried on our visit to goa . That was some trip .
Well the outcome was the same , we couldnt go out for long , we could have done it if we had deflated our tiers , but we had no foot pump .
Anyway we drove back to gokarna pretty hurriedly and finished our visit to om beach , i didnt visit it again , no thing great in it . Did enjoy the drive up till there .
Then it was a mad rush to goa , hassle by the goan cops at the border and a stop at the famous " swiss resturant " enroute to galibaugh beach .
Thats it for now , enjoying a wonderful beach and great roads . Sadly saw army deployed all around and the country in general being cautious .
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Friday, December 26, 2008
Totally free , feel's like i am back where i belong .
Magundi , a rustic old cottage of the british era .
Its sole purpose was to keep the bridge company, Built as the last frontiers of the then civilization .
But then with these thoughts in our head i hit the road on a wonderful misty morning ,Magical winding ghats at elevation of 1000 meters my expectations from kemmangundi trip was high for that range and must say i wasnt let down .
Kudremukha was what it is " A ghost town" , empty eyes and lethargy and ruins, Just hope it doesnt become a tourist joint ,Sadly didnt stay there for long ,as it reminded me of a government controlled camp .
Even Lakya Dam was a big disappointment as it was almost dry .
But the drive from there was just amazing, tough not as challenging as the subramanya ghat, it was mellow and smooth , so smooth in fact that we literally glided on the tarmac Boobla and amish with verma and astitva were joyous .
I think they did close to about 13 kms with their engines off but i just did 9kms as i was literally flying on 2 wheels , High on the mountain air with so much green , For some wonderful reason i switched off the ipod playing remo and just let go of myself i mean the music was there but i couldnt here , all i did hear was the swish sound made by the wheel as if to remind me that they were still there .
For a moment on that road i forgot who. I was , silence was all that was inside and outside i closed my eyes in moist cool wind , i just let go of myself , just let go .
Opened them in a moment, the stable bull was going straight like a arrow , wasnt this moment what i yearned for ? I was doing an average of 45 degree turns at 45 kmph with my engine off , well almost .!
And the best part was that there was no traffic ! nil , none .i almost touched 65 KMPH like this , well then came the power turns where the bike was ripping the roads at 70 in the ghats .
Then came the slow 30 kmph hairpin bends . It was pure bliss i say ,the tarmac was just about inches from my outstretched hand , but as all good things come to an end so was this stretch of pleasant road .
Then there was a dash on the highway to make it to byndoor at the least possible time to catch up on a good sunset but all we did make was of a sunset in marwante with the beach cut through by a highway .
At last by 7PM we found our way through to the guest house driving on gravel and sand on a dark moonless night .
Oh and what a magical night it was the stars , the sea , and the place , wow .
All in all was happy about today , for today i had truly become a wind rider .
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Its sole purpose was to keep the bridge company, Built as the last frontiers of the then civilization .
But then with these thoughts in our head i hit the road on a wonderful misty morning ,Magical winding ghats at elevation of 1000 meters my expectations from kemmangundi trip was high for that range and must say i wasnt let down .
Kudremukha was what it is " A ghost town" , empty eyes and lethargy and ruins, Just hope it doesnt become a tourist joint ,Sadly didnt stay there for long ,as it reminded me of a government controlled camp .
Even Lakya Dam was a big disappointment as it was almost dry .
But the drive from there was just amazing, tough not as challenging as the subramanya ghat, it was mellow and smooth , so smooth in fact that we literally glided on the tarmac Boobla and amish with verma and astitva were joyous .
I think they did close to about 13 kms with their engines off but i just did 9kms as i was literally flying on 2 wheels , High on the mountain air with so much green , For some wonderful reason i switched off the ipod playing remo and just let go of myself i mean the music was there but i couldnt here , all i did hear was the swish sound made by the wheel as if to remind me that they were still there .
For a moment on that road i forgot who. I was , silence was all that was inside and outside i closed my eyes in moist cool wind , i just let go of myself , just let go .
Opened them in a moment, the stable bull was going straight like a arrow , wasnt this moment what i yearned for ? I was doing an average of 45 degree turns at 45 kmph with my engine off , well almost .!
And the best part was that there was no traffic ! nil , none .i almost touched 65 KMPH like this , well then came the power turns where the bike was ripping the roads at 70 in the ghats .
Then came the slow 30 kmph hairpin bends . It was pure bliss i say ,the tarmac was just about inches from my outstretched hand , but as all good things come to an end so was this stretch of pleasant road .
Then there was a dash on the highway to make it to byndoor at the least possible time to catch up on a good sunset but all we did make was of a sunset in marwante with the beach cut through by a highway .
At last by 7PM we found our way through to the guest house driving on gravel and sand on a dark moonless night .
Oh and what a magical night it was the stars , the sea , and the place , wow .
All in all was happy about today , for today i had truly become a wind rider .
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Thursday, December 25, 2008
Fw: The fall of ego's , but not self denial .
Well we did make it upto bale honnur , well almost . Amish & sid skidded from their bikes , skin scraped , 2 hours lost . A little first aid and the kids are back on their bikes . Had wonderful food , a nice camp fire , a small drink . And to beat it all a nice government guest house . Now we are in kalasa passed through some amazing roads . More about it later .
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