A shroud of white cloud encapsulated the bus. The moist mountain breeze blew past the TUF glass window. A lazy push with my thumb created an opening large enough for me to indulge my five senses in brief and euphoric bliss. The wind whistled into my ears; the nose picked up the scent of drenched mud and floral fragrance; the mouth tasted the blandness of water; the eyes gazed upon treacherous slopes giving way to a panaroma of nature's masterpiece; the wet palm shivered, pale from the frigid maelstrom of water and wind. Yet the mind, the devil that it was, burned like fire. Ignited by a fiery combination of the great elemental forces (earth, fire, wind and water) of life itself. Nirvana, suddenly had become more than just a word! The sylvan landscape of Coorg, it seemed at least for now, had lived up to its reputation. My limbs and buttocks were numb from lazy lack of use. All the blood in my body seemed to blindly rushed into my head trying to feed a growing provocative beast, leaving precious little for the other parts of my material self. I was in a delusion, intoxicated by a prosaic albeit colorful setting. A land so alien and different to our usual environment.
My friend twirled around to question me for the astute silence which i had displayed for quite a significant portion of time now. I muttered a word or two about me enjoying the scenery around which suprisingly appeased her curiosity. The truth was that i was not in a position to give a lengthy descant. And all this while I had never taken my gaze off the blurring imagery outside. I suddenly had this impulsive desire to close my eyes. My head was spinning overheated by its own blaze. The lids grew heavy and i gave in to my primal urge. My consciousness slipped away slowly as my sub conscience took over. It felt good like i was being put to sleep by Gaia herself. And so ends my story only to pave way for a new one. The saga shall continue when i return again to this wonderful land. But for now a bleak reality lies waiting for its next victim........ :)
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Well ... hahahahahahahah ...brilliant
"indeed you can join bannedage group.....banned age group: the new community opened for ardent fans of the new Rock sensation Banned Age.....with an illustrious list of 8 members watch your television sets carefully for more on these teen sensations....."
approved by the ibro(copyright) community of BMS college
Feed back:Mal(member of masis foundation): Oh Banned Age how romantic....
Manuja(another member of masis foundation): (same as above...) ..i love bandage and IBROs rule ( subject to change as informed by the masis community)
Chaitra(Coach of lead singer Abhax): Oh they are so good i forgot my badminton ... :(
Karthik R (loafer nan magne): see banned age and rock band are the same...no they are almost the same ok not really the same (after frivolously shaking his hand)
Banned age.......Ashthey
Saturday, March 8, 2008
The martial arts from the orient is very popular. Imagine if you could kick the bad guys ass and save a girl from the evil villain how many girl friends you could have. One to talk to in the morning , one for evening and then one for night parties. Of course i would then employ an idiot side kick who would do the hard work for me and i get the credit ( of course i would feed him in return ). Well the point of this article is to emphasize the fact that i want to learn karate. The mystic martial art from japan. Of course i would then i would wear my black leather belt to keep my loose fit pajama from plummeting and flaunt my "black" belt. I would then show my bare upper torso with a chiseled 6 pack flabs ... i uh uh uh ... mean abs. I would be able to flex so much i would be conveniently be able to scratch my head with my toe nails. Well the best part of course is that I could make Manaswi beg for mercy ... :D ...... Of course girls would go gaga over me but i shall refuse all their advances and show my "level". Then i will try my hand at becoming a super villain. Ok i am bored of writing ..... Super powers activate!! ..... Got to save the world from doom Bye!!!!
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
A Musical heaven
At this moment i am relaxed listening to a wonderful song by The Frays : How to save a life. It has a wonderful meaning and tune. Its igniting and lovely. I am swaying my head as i listen and my mind is in heaven. To double this treat I watched a great series from BBC world called Planet Earth. The photography is so spellbinding that i am made sure that this world is a beautiful place to visit. Its so captivating that I am so penchant to traveling. My life is going to be an adventure. I will go to all parts of this planet and see every part of this great planet. I will swim its every ocean, walk through all its beaches, climb is great mountains, Trek through great jungles, I will meet new people, those who consider me as being different. Change is exciting. Live and remember your great experiences because when they are over you must find new ones. Everyone will experience something special and relate to special people. I hope that my special moment comes at the right time. You must be wondering why i am writing so haphazardly ..... Its because these are a direct download of my present state of thinking ..... The only person who can make you feel sad or happy is you. Don't blame anyone for your state of anxiety or dejection. Because as far as you know as you are reading this remember YOU CAN JUST WALK OUT AND CHANGE THIS WORLD....right now!!! You can just take your bike and ride to some place of great beauty. Or catch the next bus to a retreat and enjoy unmatched mental peace. The only people who can understand you are ones who can relate to you. Its foolish to ask a deaf person to listen to a song and enjoy its melody. It then becomes your responsibility to understand another's predilections and realize that they too have a way of looking at this world albeit in a different way.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
The Purgatory
I glared back through the 'brown' specked glass at a cloud of billowing dust which streaked through haphazard tarmac of the dilapidated highway. All this because I could not bear the sight of a dizzy woman regurgitating her day before dinner. At the short glimpse i had i could make out undigested pieces of fish. That was repulsive enough for my senses to go into overload. My brother turned around and watched my reaction ending his analysis with a sadistic chuckle. The waft of odor almost hit me before i got up and walked over to the adjoining aisle of seats.
Trying to force my mind to flush out some of the vivid and grotesque flashback of the past five minutes, I gazed out of the window. It helped, as the panorama was awe inspiring. The cool humid wind on my face and aroma of salty water and sand with small whiff of palm trees and scented Deodars was enough. The water was emerald green and the sky azure. My chariot was a semi rusted red box with wheels attached to a muddy shaft connected a 1978 Tata 6 cylinder 4 valve Diesel engine which seemed years beyond its acceptable date of retirement. Yet it negotiated the twisting roads with comfortable ease, pacing an acceptable 40 Km/h on the average. The sun was bright over the western sky exactly opposite to the direction in which i was trying to look and exactly in the direction of the stream of stomach fluids which were dripping onto the seat. In front of me was my brother half asleep and once in a while woken up by the fierce jerks of our caravan wagon.
It was the second day of my trip to the "Emerald isles". The Andaman and Nicobar islands are small group of islands very close to Malaysia and a part of India. I was in South Andaman journeying my way to an exotic place called Chidiyatapu. I somehow sensed and anticipated great unpredictability in our journey. But thats what excited me. Somehow I told myself after a very stomach churning experience that my adventures are just beginning, and some how knowing my destination would rob the very element of my expedition to this wonderful place. Comforted by this truth i continued to gaze wishing i had a computer in front of me so i could tell my tale and my current surge of thoughts through a blog at that very instant. My renditions would help people understand one thing about great travelers:
" The greatest journey, adventure or travel is one in which you have the least idea of its outcome."
Wisdom from a fool .... :)
Trying to force my mind to flush out some of the vivid and grotesque flashback of the past five minutes, I gazed out of the window. It helped, as the panorama was awe inspiring. The cool humid wind on my face and aroma of salty water and sand with small whiff of palm trees and scented Deodars was enough. The water was emerald green and the sky azure. My chariot was a semi rusted red box with wheels attached to a muddy shaft connected a 1978 Tata 6 cylinder 4 valve Diesel engine which seemed years beyond its acceptable date of retirement. Yet it negotiated the twisting roads with comfortable ease, pacing an acceptable 40 Km/h on the average. The sun was bright over the western sky exactly opposite to the direction in which i was trying to look and exactly in the direction of the stream of stomach fluids which were dripping onto the seat. In front of me was my brother half asleep and once in a while woken up by the fierce jerks of our caravan wagon.
It was the second day of my trip to the "Emerald isles". The Andaman and Nicobar islands are small group of islands very close to Malaysia and a part of India. I was in South Andaman journeying my way to an exotic place called Chidiyatapu. I somehow sensed and anticipated great unpredictability in our journey. But thats what excited me. Somehow I told myself after a very stomach churning experience that my adventures are just beginning, and some how knowing my destination would rob the very element of my expedition to this wonderful place. Comforted by this truth i continued to gaze wishing i had a computer in front of me so i could tell my tale and my current surge of thoughts through a blog at that very instant. My renditions would help people understand one thing about great travelers:
" The greatest journey, adventure or travel is one in which you have the least idea of its outcome."
Wisdom from a fool .... :)
The foolish ending....
There has to be some instant in life when you looked upon an event in retrospect and lightly chuckled to yourself thinking how silly and puerile you were. Yet at that moment you live in an illusive fantasy that the present day 'you' is the more wiser 'you'. And in an endless circle you continue to look back and ridicule yourself , and ultimately die a fool! Born a fool and die a fool after giving birth to more fools to continue your legacy of foolishness. And as you count the number of 'fool's i have mentioned here, please don't forget to add yourself in the count.
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