An odyssey of my peace!!!

After so long did the moment come, when I could pack my bag, jump into a bus and travel through the roads at night. Thanks to a friend's wedding, one of my life's loves, one that i don't get to indulge in much, has come back to me. A bus journey from Bangalore to Trissur has given my traveler's life back to me.

I always loved traveling, but not a bike ride or a car trip; it was always those journeys where I don't have to do anything but just sit back and relax - feel the cool breeze, the speed of smooth wheels, the flying hair, the fellow travelers of unknown origins and destinations, the glimpse of each city that you pass by. It feels nice to be in a new environment with a new set of people who are from different places, cultures, with different ideologies, feels like an opportunity to make a fresh start. Away from all the routine, work, pressure, stress and what not. Good to observe each person you see around with a different story of their own. Some came late, some came early, some busy working and some too busy enjoying that they forgot work. A group of friends, going to celebrate, teasing, pushing, pulling while a silent couple, away from all the crowd in a world of their own, caring, loving each other. All this you find right within your little space when you travel, when you explore the world by moving around... None of which is part of moving your computer mouse over Google maps sitting in a 4x4 cubicle. After all where else can you smell the adventure that beckons you from the horizon.


Long before FB and Foursquare poked their noses into our lives, when I used to travel with my family in trains on our way to my native, I had the habit of getting down in every station to check in and leave my imprint there.


I am a traveler  I was born to be one, blending in with the crowd of a new city every time, adapting to its culture and climate and breathing in the fresh air of change.

How to pick up a road fight!!! 

Ground rules.

"Dayeeee" you all must have heard this word, if you have ever been to down south of the country, waiting at a traffic signal or standing by the roadside waiting for someone. An unusual but usual sight we discover when we pass by.

So how does it all start? Simple as that. Hit-Boom-Bang-Dayeeee. Got it? No? Wait, lets go step by step, one Hits an entity, then there is a sound that is Boom-Bang and right after you get to hear a sound Dayeeee. So damn easy to start a fight right, sometimes even a scratch would do. And on some bad days all one needs to do to turn a dormant volcano to an active one is just a STARE. Indeed it works.

So what does all this mean, that we are so talented that we can start a fight? Or we are so good at making people angry. No it means "everyone" and that includes the poor writer of this innocent blog as well have got a very bad temper which we fail to control so often. Now does that mean people who do not show their emotions and walk away from the incident are better than the rest, no my dear ones. If you do not take it out then, you take it out on every other living or dead soul around you. Victims of that anger can be your junior at office, friends in college or your loved ones. Someone else's fight actually hampers our "noble" lives. But that is the sad part of it.

The good part of a road fight is when your not actually involved in it. Its good to see people fight for stupid reasons. And most of the fights get stuck in the war of words. They say actions speak louder than words but in a road fight there are only louder words and no actions. Alas!

How the Hell does it matter!!!

On a Tuesday morning, with a bad hangover of Monday Blues crap, a cheese burst stuffed dinner, messed up thoughts and lot of bla bla bla; I enter my office pantry. Obviously in search for a strong caffeine to shoot my brain and refresh my mind. And there I land up in the middle of an argument. An argument strong and loud enough to grab my attention. So what do I do now? Take my coffee and fade off? (Doesn't make sense right, actually I can't swear here) :) But no, I wait, to listen to what those angels from hell had to shout about early in the morning. So I turn my antennas up and get the shock of my life. The whole argument was on the confusion weather it is "Chennagidira" or "Chennagidina". Please don't throw your laptops or smart phones, I totally understand what exactly you going through at this point of time. What a waste of a post by the writer and what a waste of a time by the reader. But shit does happen, we need to learn to deal with them.Well, so where was I, oh yeah, the two "chennas", so my sudden reaction to the whole conversation, girls how the f%#k does it matter if its either of the two. Its Bangalore, you don't need to rape "kannada" language to survive here. You can well manage with English or even Hindi, so what are all the efforts for? Its an awesome place where peeps from all the place survive together. It doesn't matter which part of the country you are from, what color is in your skin, or what language do you speak. The only thing that matters is you respecting others inspite of all these differences. As I really dint have the temperament to give this speech in the morning, I chose to walk off. And since I had plenty of time now so I wrote it down. I hope they read this. :)           

A girl known.. But unknown!!!

There are girls and then there is she. Not so different, not so rude; not so normal but damn so cute. Though from far she looks "a north-east girl" (As per law the word can't be used), but she got eyes you can just keep gazing as the day gets sinking. You can always notice a girl for her features, all that the boys want. But this girl you can always admire for her simplicity and charm. She doesn't talk much, doesn't crib much nor will show the cheap girly attitudes. She won't even look at you when you cross her path, such an innocent soul is she. I have heard her only when she talks to her close friends, with full excitement and full of energy. She looks so soft, so calm. There seems to be an angry ocean covered by her silent face. An ocean so deep, you feel like drowning down there. Wish  I could talk to her, I could be part of her odyssey, a fellow passenger for life. I wish I could be her man. Oh I wish..

Perhaps the worst experience ever. "Missing a damn train" never happened, ever before. Who to blame? Bangalore Traffic, VIP who was supposed to pass by that day, Office responsibilities, missing the lift, talking to that one last person who stopped by to say Hi, ”Sweet and soft hearted” Bangalore auto rickshaw drivers, or as my dad said - me being irresponsible?  So many reasons for a 2mins delay to reach the railway station. And a wait of 3 months to get over, all cause of a delay of 2mins. After all this the only worry I had in my mind was, what the hell am I going to tell all those people I said bye to for the year and made jealous by the number of holidays I got, or the very reason that I am going home and they are still there working their ass off. While coming back the only thought that came across my mind was, where exactly did I lost those 2mins. I checked every nuke and corner and guess what I concluded, that day I went back to the room once again, which is a bad sign (My mom’s belief) and my only scape goat for the whole situation. 

Well as per some scientific honorary that was the “Cause”. And now it is time for the “Effect”. The next available option to reach my destination - a flight, my horror, the nightmare coming true. I am no superman, no flyer by any chance. The fear of height comes to picture here. All those avoiding the insane rides of amusement parks, skipping mountain trips over beaches went in vain, in the deep drains.

So here I am sitting at the Bangalore Airport in the middle of the night, thinking when will I actually react, when the flight starts running on the runway or when it actually takes off, or will it be when the plane actually reach the peak height. But what the hell why am I thinking so much, I can see a lot of sane minds sitting along with me without such thoughts and just waiting to fly up in the air. Now I realize what is the damn point of wearing a superman t-shirt when you can’t even fly in a plane. Anyways if you are reading this then I reached my destination safely. But still can’t figure out how can 2mins cost you so much. 

A Love Story?

There are no set rules of life. At least that's what the hero of my story believes. Oh yes, you want to enjoy life, then don't stop, go beyond your limits and give it your best shot. And yes he has a bucket list.  Filled with crazy ideas, crack acts. Most of all he doesn't care as to what the world think or may think about him. Its the joy you get when you do something the crowd think is weird. 

Recently he fell in love.. AGAIN!! huh.. But this time it was different, it was not attraction, it was understanding. It was not crush, it was care. It was love. Everyone has their on set of definition for Love. He never had one. For him it there was only 1 rule, you have anything for anyone, don't keep it to your heart just express it. You may not get what you want but you will avoid the "pain in the ass". 

Coming back to where I started, the girl had already someone in her life, something which would have made my hero to avoid her and move on. But it din't happen this time around.

This time its different, the hero isn't mad about it, he is not crying about it. He is happy for that girl. 

More on "My hero" and his past, present and future in the upcoming blogs.

Guys I am not a writer, don't expect anything great from me. I am just trying to express whats inside me. ;)

Time we spent, time ain't wasted

Wokay!!! New blogger in town.. 

This is my first time. So after 25 long years i realized that there exists a source or path thorough which you can actually go and share your life, your thoughts with others. So this one belongs to all those who are not there with me in my life now. I miss you all a lot, I may be stupid enough to forget your importance in my life and moved with some random new person as your replacement but deep down in your heart you know I am an A-word to let go off you. 

I know there are enough reasons for all of us to not come back in to what we all used to be.Perhaps that is a sign of us approaching the grey hair community and in a way that is good. We all lived our moment, cherished them, took the most out of them. At the end of it all you should know and remember one thing and one thing at all, it is not the duration of time but the quality moment you spent with each other. 

No body is perfect... Specially me...