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..