Travelling from continents to continent he racked up his frequent flier miles.

He knew,at heart he was still in the place,where he was 3 years ago.

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Music matters

Songs from the past can stir powerful emotion and can take you back in time. This is exactly the song that does the ‘anamnesis‘ moment to me(no, I am not getting into the controversy of whether the original classic should not be altered and that the coke studio-ish rendition is appalling).I neither claim it to be the best lyrical composition that I have heard so far, but I guess it’s a part of me now and will always bring a smile irrespective of highs and lows in life.

I grew up in a large family in a quaint small town of orissa, with all the human relations that one may possibly define-uncle,aunt,cousins,grands (both maternal and paternal) ,each with the queerest set of personalities one may imagine. With so many people around pin drop quiet existed only in the dictionary.I woke each day to different sounds-sometime recitation of bhagwad geeta(mostly on my maternal side),wake up call(read-warning) from dad announcing the unplanned arrival of our lard-ass,samosa-hungry(Indian snack),dosser tuition teacher( me and my cousins secretly hated him for all the homework he gave us-we always thought it to be a big fat waste of time) to odd rattling noises.

My childhood memories are made up of-unaccounted hours of outdoor activities (if you are wondering, yes, I am an eighties born), music, cousins, sunny summer afternoon spent licking ice lollies, mangoes (we have a big mango tree in our backyard and I loved hugging it), comics-which we would share amongst friends This song conjured up orissa today for me..conjured up home…reminding me of my graduation days when i would take a night coach from bhubaneswar and just in the wee hours wake up to this song that mostly announced the arrival of my hometown or my cousin’s wedding where we did an impromptu family performance- an absolute ‘balter’, that was ladled with hip swings,coy-expressions,pelvic-thrust,fluttering eyelids ,whistles- to sum it up pure desi dance and not to mention the DJ could not understand the song( wedding venue being Goa) so we sang too!

I guess it is correct to say-celebrating your roots is happiness.So here’s to the root,to the ‘oriya’ in me and to the not-so-complicated-times in life.

Musically yours!


“On a branch…” –Kobayashi Issa (tr. Jane Hirshfield)

On a branch
floating downriver
a cricket, singing.

Such simple haiku but yet so deep.It is a metaphor that lets us think precisely with the imagination and senses.The scene isn’t romanticized nor are there grand emotions attached to it.what we are left with is the simplicity of a clear scene, a chirping sound and one’s own flights of fantasy.

Digging into my philosophical thoughts – its synonym to a life journey and that we are just advanced breed of primates on this planet playing our part, setting our own ends and moving towards them. Controlling the turn of events or atleast living in the illusion of it.Well for me what sets the tone here is the ‘singing’ whilst the journey-irrespective of the hoary conditions.The ability of humans to celebrate every small victory without giving up.

Someone great once said and I reckon it- There ought to be something very special about the boundary conditions of the universe. And what can be more special than that there is no boundary?And there should be no boundary to human endeavour!hobbes3

C’est la vie-That’s Life.

There is nothing interesting that you will read in my blog today.There is nothing funny either.Just my usual blabber and reflections.I am making a disclaimer too – Following is not a happy,cheery read at your own risk.

Someone I am emotionally close to is going through a grey patch in life and is withering fast.I have always known him to live a glorious life marked by generosity and a heart of gold,but the ending does not look promising.Ending that is irreversible, personal,a fait accompli and is by all means meant to scurry out.

I regret now that I don’t spent enough time with my loved ones.I regret that I have been busy buying happiness when it can be ‘stumbled upon’ unexpectedly.Happiness to me is – listening to the stories that my “old man” has for each day and each occasion,wanting to hear his voice,be in his comforting presence. Happiness to me is – as simple as sharing a meal together. Even then,I am not sure if that is happiness or contentment or if I can use them interchangeably.

Sickness of someone close makes me realize the brevity of life and the mortality.That’s the point when I end up questioning if this is it ?If it is worth the petty issues that keep us pinning down.if it is worth holding grudges?

Quoting Paul H Dunn in verbatim ~”Happiness is a journey, not a destination; happiness is to be found along the way not at the end of the road, for then the journey is over and it’s too late. The time for happiness is today not tomorrow.”

we are so active pursuing what we think happiness is that we fail to realize it’s right here with us.I say we live the moment and live it to the fullest,make it worthwhile by sharing, participating, stopping and noticing!

flaking out temporarily..Only to reappear..see you around.


Truth and Dare

My lame search for a topic to update my blog post takes me to different places.I pick a topic that looks worth a post, linger over it for a while, only to move on to next.Until I stumble and find these two strong words -‘Truth and dare’ In this digital age, everyone is in the mad rush to make/get an update.I propose we better call ourselves information mongers and not human. Thanks to the boom in electronic communication, we have a myriad of application to choose from, based on the concept of ‘keeping in touch’.But what does it reduces us to? Has it not left us with a constant nagging itch.A fear that is undying and irrational- “Fear of missing out”(I can see a number of heads nodding in agreement).Fear of missing on the next biggest thing, gadget, personal update of friends/anonymous people! WhatsApp-Facebook-Twitter Hey, don’t judge me here, I am not condemning technology that’s my bread and butter.I am just trying to reason out that where do we draw a line and say that’s enough. Are we not on the verge of reducing relations to “face-in-book” and “what’s crapping”. I believe nothing can replace a human touch even if it’s an accidental bump or a familiar nudge.No skype experience is as good as a face to face meeting with a friend and No texting can replace a familiar voice on the other side of a phone.I dare we do a real thing for a change. Here is the list of dare for me, feel free to frame your own 🙂

-Dare: talk to a stranger in real(Not some online befriending).

-Dare: share your deepest darkest secret to the person next to you.

-Dare: switch off your laptop for a week.

-Dare: Move to an area with no network signals.Put down your phone for a day.

-Dare: Get into contention with your boss and slip “numbskull” into your conversation:-P (okay I did digress on this one)

Soo…How daring are you? 🙂

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end

Each year, brings with it a plethora of events and with them, come new people. The new with the gradual passage of time become old and indispensable -amassing a greater importance to become an alternate lifeline while some are just lost in time and memory…. Too faded to even raise a picture in mind!

This time of the year tends to make me retrospective. I can’t deny its a bitch sometimes.The evaluation of choices that are either circumstantial or through thought after weighing the pros and cons ain’t always a merry ride. The choices that made you, what you are -in the end.

Reminiscing about the simple joy of making cards from crayon and glitter to friends and family…. The silly, childish joy of sleeping in one year and waking in another and confused numerical change in a year.

The sources of joy have matured and graduated from dancing till the wee hours on borrowed music to a sane group dinner and chatter. One thing that has stayed on, is the anxious zeal to witness the unfolding of the new year and a secret wish to let the coming year be a more joyous, more satisfying and enlightening one.

So closing 2014 behind to let the anticipation of 2015 take over.Wishing a great new year to the known and anonymous.

With a promise to my one wild precious life that I will continue to live it passionately.

Signing off with a dose of Calvin and Hobbes -cheerios until we meet again


Touch is Electric :-P

Ahem !

Disclaimer: A bit mushy post ahead. Skip if you do not have a romantic bone in your body.

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Ages ago I remember having a casual conversation with a good old friend – V, he mentioned that the first touch of a girl (gal of his liking during those times) was electrical – more like a current through the body. The rational me reasoned that it is impossible and it’s all after effect of Shahrukh khan’s (his fav those days) Bollywood flicks that he was watching added to his hopeless romantic demeanor.

Romantic theories resembling straight out of Yashraj movie plot could never fascinate me. I am probably far too practical to fall for all that nonsense ( apologies to the yashraj banner and also people who resonate with their storytelling). I am not denying that there is never a feel good that I felt after watching them, but I find them far too good to be true. Plot with damsel in distress – prince charming coming to rescue, socio- economic divide saga, actor singing song and actress playing the seductress (15 costume change in 3 min song) -sorry! Not my cup of tea.

I believe in practical love – if it exists -is it an oxymoron in itself? How can love be practical or can it be ? Did I lack the courage to commit to someone – Answer is no. I will commit only if I am convinced and feel its worth. I have read that love isn’t a decision and I believe it can’t be and also that you are never too old for cheesy. So here’s wishing that someday maybe I too will have such effect on somebody :-P.

Anyways, I am currently hooked on this track from Frankie Vallie :-). Hope ‘some’ guy some day dedicates this one to me! *blush blush*


“Andy Dufresne: [in letter to Red] Remember Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.”- One of my favorite dialogue from the movie – The Shawshank Redemption.

I expect life to be chaotic, but well intended, at times mismanaged but sincere,  unpredictable?? Well, that’s life! Isn’t it. Each day unravels itself in the most mysterious manner. The chakra from days to a month, months to years,  years to decade and to ultimate decay continues steadily and unceased. Time runs away.. Time goes astray.. We at times may relive the same old shit on different days.

So what is it that keeps the mortal going despite all the odds,atrocities and leads to final redemption.H.O.P.E!! – Changes everything. It’s the little voice that whisper ‘maybe’ when it seems the entire world is shouting no. So let HOPE prevail! Let all good things prevail – Amen.