Saturday, 11 June 2016
Wednesday, 24 February 2016
In half an hour's time, I will leave this beautiful, pleasant and calm town to go back to that bustling city with its haughty people.
To those who have loved me and cared for me, I share my heart and prayers. May the power that sustains this world shower upon you all beneficence.
Another night spent travelling. Voices that speak of love even in words so casual. Mountains. And a hollow in your heart. The not knowing what happens. That out of body feeling.
Thursday, 11 February 2016
They are strange. Those places where it can be cold. Where it can be hot. I find it amazing and amusing how the air around you can be so cold. How do we feel coldness? Ice should feel cold. The fridge should feel cold. How can what surrounds you be cold? Growing up in a warm...no.. hot place which was hot all year... maybe pleasant sometimes... I never really thought about cold much. I first saw cold in Germany but that was okay. Wasn't it Europe?
And then I came here. It was exactly a year ago. It was cold then too. And then came the heat which I embraced with open arms. Not coz I like heat. But only coz I am used to it. But like all things taken for granted, heat left without my appreciations. And then it all started getting cold again. As cold as our hearts are. And it's strange. Coz nothing gets cold. I mean food gets cold. But, this is like a ghost. All around you. Touching you. Like a pervert. Making you touch it.
And then it will be hot again. Then cold. Then hot. Then cold. Hilarious.
When I was a kid. There lived a sea. That will always be my favourite sea.
Sunday, 24 January 2016
Yet another departure... life is full of arrivals and departures. Samajh nahi aata ki aise zindagi ka kya matlab ho sakta hai. Kya sach mei bichhadna itna zaruri hota hai?
Bade log bohot se bade baat keh jaate hai. Ki materialistic hai duniya... iske peechhe mat bhago, uske peechhe mat bhago. Achha baat hai. Lekin kya sirf ek simta hua zindagi jeena chahiye? Kya tab insaan ye nahi sochega ki... kaash ki yeh kar lete... kaash ki wo kar lete.
This is another case of grass being greener on the opposite side.
Mere ko pure duniya mein agar koi sach mei pyaar karta hai to wo hai mummy abbu. Mere ko bhi sabse zyada pyar fikr unhi se hai. Fir kyu hum kahi aur hai?
Aisa bhi nahi ki hum jaha hai waha ke khokhlepan ke bare mei mer ko nai pata.
I very well understand that too. Fir kyu yeh har baar ka departure? Kyu ye har baar ka rona?
Ok. So this is the flavour of shit sandwich that i hav chosen. Aur ab yeh khana hi padega.
Thursday, 24 December 2015
Monday, 14 December 2015
In the past one month I have seen so many mountains. Old ones like the Table Mount and new ones like the Himalayas.. One word which constantly kept popping into my mind while I looked at the majestic mountains and the expansive ocean is "Alankar". No other word seems to fit as beautifully as "Alankar". Now, I know, God making this world would require a stretch of imagination for many today. But, that's what I grew up believing and I think it is a nice and simple and beautiful and peaceful belief- God made the world. So when God made the world, it put these mountains on the world as alankar.... Imagine a world without them.... how plain... how restrictive.... I think it has to be this way coz each hill has its own feeling. The camera in our mind captures these visions, not independent of emotions. Whether it be the snow covered Marhi... or the rocky Table mount or even that extremely beautiful hill where we stood looking over the Atlantic.... each time the majesty was a different one... even though the same....I am not yet able to give words to what I feel.... but I hope with time, my perception or vocabulary, whichever of the two is deficient... or even both, if the need be, develops.
|At the Cape Point... totally love this picture.|
Everything that I want, exists here
Everything that you may want, exists there
Tell me how far is it from here to there.
Tell me if I could have wings.
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