Wednesday, December 24, 2014

An hour before the sleep






It’s an awfully cold winter. I am shivering- in my skin and bones- I think I almost heard the crack. There’s no sun. It is foggy. And yet it not looks beautiful. The surroundings. I see muddy roads. I have to clear my throat every time I walk. Breathing is a problem. I am petrified to breathe in. It is Christmas tomorrow, but so unlike it. I do not see a lot of red and green. It’s a very different shade of grey today. So, I thought I would add red in my vegetables-carrots, capsicum and peas. That looks beautiful. This tiny abode is my own. It has marks of my laughter, happiness and my fears. We all guard our fears don’t we? And pretend. Happiness is an overcoat. I chase it like everybody that exists around. I prefer walking because I am chasing happiness when I do so. He calls. Like he does always. But we both are cold. We both are occupied. We will see to it. A gush of air on my ears. That’s where the cold hurts the must. I check the windows. The light of the lamp is my calm. It puts me down to sleep. Christmas tomorrow. Wear something red, I tell myself!


-----lily blossoms


Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Are you travelling alone in India?


When travelling alone!





I have been travelling ever since I started walking. As a kid, holding my fathers hands, then as a student and later on work.
If I recall, that's what I have done the most. Travel.
But then, wait, shouldn't I be careful?
I am a female..a FEMALE!

There have been incidents of pervertness, of men drooping their eyes out- of somebody randomly keeping a hand on you, but I survived them all!

And I have always loved travelling alone. Been with friends, parents but travelling alone gives you a perspective.

So what should a woman traveller do? What steps she must take when travelling length and breath across India? I can't teach you baby steps but on the basis of my experiences, the following tips may come handy.

1. Keep it simple
Don't clutter. Travel light. Carry essentials. Prefer pouches over shampoo bottles. Would anybody even bother. Keep a pair of walking shoes. Slippers/Sandals. This much footwear will do. Fill your bag with dry fruits and chocolates. You never know.

2. Wallets
We love wallets. Wallets within wallets. Don't carry a lot of lose cash. Keep the change.  Cards are a lot handy. If possible, invest on a medium sized leather sling bag with many pockets. You will thank me.

3. Strangers
If you are travelling alone, be at ease. Any discomfort reflected from your side is noticed. Be cool, be calm. Pretend that you know the place. When taking an auto, make sure you know the address and other details clearly.

4. Arriving late at night to a place
What if you reach your destination at a 3AM. Role plays. Not kidding. Everytime I get down, I pretend I am a cop. It helps. Always. Tested Tried WORKED.


5. Booking of hotel
If you have any reference, use them to book you a descent hotel. Make sure the room and bathroom is clean. Check errors,wires, any video cameras? Maybe you won't find anything like that, but your safety is always in your hands. My dad told me that and I agree. So be responsible for yourself.


6. Avoid late nights
When alone, make sure you do all the tripping in a new city by evening. It is always better not to be late alone. If you are camping, time to make new friends!


7. Misbehaviour
What if somebody misbehaves? Do not be scared. Be ready to speak, act, react. Do not create a scene but a loud reply solves issues. Be firm.


8. Prefer an auto over a taxi.


We live in a country where we have grown up to believe that someone will take care of us. Take care of your own self yourself.
Break taboos


Happy Journey!

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Alexander Supertramp – Driven By Wanderlust, And Into The Wild

We all are a byproduct of our desires…of what we dream!
Dreams are a byproduct of our imagination…
and imagination is vivid…
It varies from person to person..
It can make human a butterfly,
and all that butterflies do---
Is wander!

Alexander Supertramp was a young American hiker and traveler who, at the age of 24, relinquished city life to live solitary in the Alaskan woods, away from civilization and material comforts.

Four months later, in August 1992, he was found starved to death inside an abandoned bus he had been using as a makeshift shelter.

There are different kinds of people- not getting into the classification. My focus is on the ones who are driven by wanderlust: a strong desire for or impulse to wander or travel and explore the world. There are many lost souls who are wandering...for inner peace, for a perspective. This perspective, this search is not for a job, or a career but for something beyond. And beyond is vague.

I read Into the Wild in 2009 – A non-fiction book by Jon Krakauker on the unusual life of Alexander Supertramp, whose real name was Christopher McCandeless, The book is an expansion of Krauker’s 9000 word article “Death of an Innocent”, which appeared in the January 1993 issue of Outside. The book was further adapted to a film directed by Sean Penn with Emily Hirsch playing McCandeless.

If you think that you do not belong here, that there are places in your head, and that you seek pleasure in an escape- Into the Wild is the book for you.

And that is why McCandless is a very important connotation. As he said, “Careers are a 21st century invention”.

It has been twenty-three years; since McCandless’ decomposed body was discovered inside a rusting bus outside the northern boundary of Denali National Park, Alaska, USA in 1992. The bus was a makeshift shelter for trappers and other backcountry visitors. A note was recovered taped to the door of the bus on a page torn from a novel by Nikolai Gogol:

Attention possible visitors.
S.O.S.
I need your help. I am injured, near death, and too weak to hike out of here. I am all alone, this is no joke. In the name of god, please remain to save me. I am out collecting berries close by and shall return this evening. Thank you,
Chris McCandless
August?


Had McCandless been alive today, he would have been 46 years old.

He was a superhero for many and hated by many.

Alaskans hate him for being the arrogant young man that he was. They termed him as somebody having a lack of common sense. His endeavor into a wilderness area unaccompanied, without sufficient planning, experience, preparation, or supplies, without notifying anyone and lacking emergency communication equipment, was contrary to every principle of outdoor survival and, in the eyes of many experienced outdoor enthusiasts, nearly certain to end in misfortune.


McCandeless was trying to be a Henry David Thoreou, a Tolstoy. He was trying to decipher life. He was finding his own answers.

How many of us will take that risk?

How many of us will leave our secured lives and do something different that drives us.

How may of us would write poetry under the stars?

How many of us would have the courage to look at life by living it…by not becoming mechanical.

An excerpt from the book says…

“So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.”
-----Jon Krakauker, Into the Wild

McCandeless did that!

He wished and pursued something. Something that was beyond the understanding of his parents. He did not hate relationships, but he wanted to seek the beyond. This beyond was far ahead of his family ties and engagements, of a career.

As he wrote in his journal “When you want something in life, you just gotta reach out and grab it.”

McCandeless wished for happiness.

He wanted realization.

McCandeless is one person. I am sure there are several others. Incidents unknown, untold, not reported.

But the spirit of these unheard, unsung heroes is there.

The core of mans' spirit comes from new experiences.

It drives some fanatical.

It takes those souls to places- as they say when you plan a journey, a place calls you.


I have lived through much, and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them. And work which one hopes may be of some use. Then rest, nature, books, music, love for one's neighbor. Such is my idea of happiness. And then,on top of all that, you for a mate, and children perhaps. What more can the heart of a man desire?” --- Underlined by McCandeless in the book Family Happiness by Leo Tolstoy


And he realized…that he needs to go back from the bus, get out and tell his parents, people he loved that he learned in wilderness a valuable lesson…that HAPPINESS IS ONLY REAL WHEN SHARED.

Had McCandless’s guidebook to edible plants warned that Hedysarum alpinum seeds contain a neurotoxin that can cause paralysis; he probably would have walked out of the wild in late August with no more difficulty than when he walked into the wild in April, and would still be with us.

Alexander Supertramp is a learning for many of us.

That it is good to search and seek truth. That truth is undeniable and many a times - harsh. But some of us learn it the hard way. We need blows to find our niche.

We need to know, that in a total world population of 7.119 billion, we are a speck. We are grains of sand constantly moving here and there. Finding space, direction, lightness and the question to the eternal answer:


Why I am living?

As published in Life Beyond Numbers: http://lifebeyondnumbers.com/alexander-supertramp-driven-wanderlust-wild/

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Buddha




She was damaged...
And unlike others who coudn't bear light
became they lived in their hearse...
she could easily face the rays!
It was like a constant battle..
To be cheerful---
To carry sunshine with her...
She fell in love with all her bruises.
They were a constant reminder;
that healing exists...
That happiness is a moment..
And so...
Everyday ..
Her task was to collect such moments...
And when she lay in her bed...
she was grateful for the damage..
Every night...every breath!




Hypersymmetry



Precisely, nothing is defined. 
Everything is random 
howsoever hard we all try to align things.. 
It's difficult to walk on straight lines-- 
Meandering roads are always more memorable--- 
It's difficult to search for calm waters... 
The surface is always turbulent.. 
Or you dive in deep for calmness.. 
but diving is breathlessness..

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Wishful thinking




And there's always a thought involved in the thought...
why would the thought come so often otherwise?
Like maybe you have walked many steps...
thinking about something
Or walked in rain...
pondering over...
And yet did you wonder why would that thought bother you all the time?
Or maybe you were talking to somebody
and you could see this imaginary wall
that divided the two of you
And you wished..
wished that moment
that that wall breaks
like you could punch it hard
and it breaks
and yet you couldn't figure out why you could see 
something so invisible all the time..

And there's always a thought involved in the thought
for it may not come otherwise
it may not knock the door of your heart
not ask you to think about it
again and again
that wall...
that invisible wall
says something!



Tuesday, January 21, 2014

that 25 track playlist





Hard drives---it is so strange that my story is about it. About what I found in a hard drive and eventually it lead me to something. 

Lead me somewhere.

A friend gave me one, to fill some music. 

I did the task. 

And then…

Because it was a 1 TB object with contents that ranged from movies…documents...records…pictures…I was exploring the device (we all do that).

Not much information, it was one of the worst explorations ever and just a few minutes before I was about to detach the 1 TB boring object I came across a folder…

Had someone’s name (a HE by gender).

I opened it, heard it—some 25 odd songs—

******

Love is weird, or my life has been way to dramatic to term it weird...it is!!

I fell in love—with the 25 odd songs which I knew didn’t belong to my friend. 

If you hear good music, you better be good--- Definition of good music is variable but I am referring to the affinity that you develop with somebody listening to a similar taste as yours— I developed a similar affinity to this 25 song stranger.

Well…who did they belong to? 

Did I know him in a common circle…

Somewhere?

That question topped the charts—

Next day was closure.

I handed over the hard drive to my friend and opened that folder of 25 songs) …

Who do they belong to?

I love them all, I have saved them …tell me who is he?

My friend gave me a very normal expression—by that I mean he woudn’t show tantrums of not helping me with this..it was a blank face.

Well, that’s all I have! He replied.

And you mean by that…my eyes as big as they can be…

He is no more!

As I said---Love stories are weird.

Listening to the 25 track folder…