On Other Mind...!!!

Lost in thought and wondered?

Can there be Other Mind ? which is running the world from behind the scenes silently?

All greatest philosophies, inventions, events , those eureka moments , brilliant flashes that changed the course of mankind. What if those eminent people were subtly guided , silently by Higher powers or Other Mind? What if these scientists, politicians, painters, poets etc were just tools or shells for the evolution of mankind. Those Higher powers, call them Aliens or Gods or Prophets or whatever,  giving push to human race in all fields of life. Be it politics, science or culture etc

What if ideas for peace has been subtly inserted during WW2, or concept of non violence into Gandhi consciousness or idea of  submarines in novelist Jules Verne's book “20000 leagues under the sea”, or many medical cures or scientific wonders that were accidently discovered or paintings/ poetry accidently inspired. What if revolutionary political ideas which were unthinkable in those times such as Anti colonialism, Anti slavery etc were inserted into Reformers minds?

How could those ideas suddenly just flash into mind?. Normally all our thoughts are just rehash of old ones or just little extension of current ones. But can someone just think the unthinkable? Just think over, when was the last time you thought something that is 100% unique and original and new thought which has absolute zero connection with entire past of mankind?

Highly difficult if not out right impossible! It's like taking next breath without taking the current breath. The moment u hold & take the breath, it becomes current breath. Getting what iam saying?

Are these Influencers ,The Gods or their Representatives or Aliens or something that I cannot think as those thoughts (to name them) not coded in human brain yet to prevent someone discovering these Influencers?

Now can I say this article is original? If I dig deeper into my train of thought that resulted this article, I can see that this idea came from talks of a saint who in some speech said "Gandhi was influenced by his friend. His friend was actually a saint in human form who was subtly influencing the chain of events in history. Once his job was over,  He quietly exited as he lived, he says"

This set of chain of thoughts, what if all major events were  guided by Other Powers or Other Big Mind? What if idea of Submarine was inserted into jules verne which was popularised in his novel. Later threads were picked by scientists who built it. Remember when jules verne came concept of submarine, even electric engine wasn't in vogue. Maybe Jules Verne role is just to create the idea of submarine and later in future someone to pick the idea and manifest it into reality? Fiction of past inspiring future technologies!. The germ of idea left to germinate in far future!

 In espionage tradecraft there are techniques , say , if a person A needs to befriend target B then  entire scenario would be created in advance where in target-B would meet agent-A in circumstance where it appears to target-B totally natural or meeting a coincidence so that he doesn’t feel being manipulated. When reality is entire scenario is created for meeting between these people. That's how deception is used in espionage. What if Earth planet is a huge deception or illusion which scriptures call it Karma & Hollywood as Matrix?

I  happen to read somewhere whose gist is as follows: A group of monkeys develop certain behaviour in some remote island. Subsequently all monkeys on other island exhibit similar behavior despite no contact between two groups. How did they develop ? Coincidence or accidental discovery or some undercurrent connection of universal mind with these primates who instinctively logged on?

We try to give some terms for such inspirations as Serendipity, Coincidence, Lucky accident, Déjà vu etc. Human minds abhor vacuum and tries to search rational explanations to illogical events. Atleast terms to signify such moments till we find correct answers.

What if my own role is to create spark and some reader create bonfire out of it in far future? Well, whoever is reading, I wanna you continue this or hear ur opinion!.

Marriage Memoirs

                   I dont remember when i might have written it, Perhaps before year 2000. or did i even write it? All though style of sarcasm has my signature writing style all over. i happen to find it while i was browsing my old mails to kill time on lazy sunday. i dont even think now i have same sense of humour in me now. whatever...enjoy madi

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Well ., Mayan calendar was right and so were all those soothsayers from depths of history who foresaw the End of World by 2012. The signs are clear and too big to miss .  Scandals, war, terrorism, natural disasters,  falling water tables, rising crime ,corruption,cyclones etc etc and latest entry to this list of natural and manmade disaster is MY MARRIAGE.

Yeah, you read it right.Its my personal Armageddon, judgement day., customized End of (my happy)days has begin. Count down to carnage has started.My horoscope  became infested with all negative alignment of stars and planets thus threatening my Single hood lovely bachelorhood.

I thought Parental love is purest of all and is unconditional just like my eternal love for literature, nature, dosas and all those lovely things in life. But with my natural super sharp intuitive Sherlock holmes brains , I have discovered an international plot in active cooperation with CIA,MI6 and our own RAW that my own parents have made contract with dark forces from Hogwarts to end my bachelorhood status permanently

I never imagined even in my wildest nightmares that my freedom and bachelorhood would be chained by institution of marriage. Yes , marriage is an institution. Its mental institution worst than Arkham  where happy men are sacrificed mercilessly like goats(reminds me French revolution guillotine ). Happy Married Man is an Oxymoron. I pointed out Abdul kalam, Atal behari Vajpayee, hitler etc examples of great men because of their single status but my parents came up with examples of Einstein, napoleon, ramanajum and many more to counter my losing argument.(google certainly made yester year generations lot smarter n informative)

I guess Matrimony should be included in UN list of terrorist acts. I really wonder whats the  big difference between Military and Matrimony. In military you die once and become martyr but in matrimony , you just lead miserable death on daily basis. With black malicious gossip like me being a Gamophobic or Gay did help me in swinging the decision . moreover truth to be told, what choice have I got. With a small prayer I resigned to fate and braced to face inevitable.

This blog/letter is not an invitation to  any of you folks(esp to those who are dancing with glee and delirious happiness at sudden downfall of my luck). This is mere proof of my eccentric sign of insanity, cowardice and suicidal tendencies I suffer from and this is appeal for help In form of suggestion of good psychiatrist doctor or Plan B to my monostrous matrimony. Iam not inviting you or your families. Eternally influenced by all spy novels I read, I refuse to divulge the location of wedding as well. Its top of line top secret.

But /however/phir be/paranthu for all those who loved to hate me.,who are curious, anthropologist-sociologists (who wants to study evolution of bachelor man)etc who wants to witness my slaughter of this poor sacrificial man, they can come at their own risk. This ancient ritual is strictly for adults who are above 20, who have strong heart, as the event can be marred with ghastly incidents, marked with blood,gory and objectionable uncensored violence which could lead to retching,vomiting,trauma, and disturbed sleep for rest of lives.

I tell you in advance, as per highly placed sources in Indian and foreign intelligence , reports are that there would be no banquet at carnage scene. Hence visitors are advised to bring their own food, doctors and attorneys and ambulances.

Prequel: Mission Impossible :Matrimony Adventures

 I was ready for ultimate reality show ever Not televised on TV but nevertheless played by every unlucky man .

Match making

Match making exercise is no less dangerous than any military adventure. It requires lots of planning, strategizing ,motivation and dedication to come out alive out of this battle of wits and nerves.

I burnt midnight oil, burned candle at both ends getting ready for next day . it could be anything. Fate can make it Carnage or Garbage. Either way its only me who gets killed.

I studied all military strategies of samudragupta,Napoleon biography, chanakyas arthsashtra, General Pattons WW-2 war plan, veerappan and prabhakaran of LTTE, osama bin ladens minds..As back up plan to Plan A, I applied licence to pen pistol that james bond uses and muti barrel heavy machine gun used by Arnold Schwarzenegger in Predator film.

Being born paranoid, I even had back up plan for already backed up plan. ie Plan C to back Plan B which already backs up Plan A.(oh my my back is already paining)…

Any ways Ambulances, para military commandos, para emergency services from National Disaster Managemnt will be on stand by along with my attorney and insurers.

Its not attacks from behind that iam afraid but frontal attack I fear..

Ok..curtains are raised. Trumpets blare welcoming me.here I go..

After pre prepared façade of introductions and fake smiles which is as fake as their make up ., we speak face to face.

This is how the our seemingly friendly conversation went:

Me: Namaste

She: hiya

Me(hmm..to counter her English I )

Me: can I ask u few questions

She: ofcourse

Me: Can u cook Dosas?...atleast 25 varities of dosas that can rival local udupi hotels sweaty chef?..do you know where dosas are born?...ever thought to make gastro- piligrimage to such places??..are u aware that “journey to mens heart is through his tummy” and importantly cheating not allowed and Google strictly not allowed.

…there was strict silence from everyone. My dad and mom looked otherside and distanced themselves from my rapid fire questionnaire.

She : before I answer ur questions, iwould like to ask you some questions

Me: ofcourse..i was smart even before I was born.

She: are you nuts?...how many terms have u spent in mental asylum….

Well after this..my parents never walked in those streets again.

Second was more challenging

Even before I could utter anything she shot questions like an AK47.

She : iam mega cosmopolitan and social. I have many friends . more men then women she spoke cryptically.

Me: no problem I dragged with confidence. You can freak out day in day out as long as you make sure that my break fast (25 varities of Dosa) is cooked along with snacks between lunch and dinner , not forgetting my laundry, bike washing and shoe polishing..why should I mind your pals…remaining time is all ur own time.

She: iam quite modern. I wear modern dresses. Do you mind?

Me: why would I ..as long as your dad is buying you all those hanky sized dresses and shoes

She: I love candle lit dinners esp on weekends

Me: well ..so do I ..it saves power bills..n what more , you need not apply make up ..n u cant see me if iam really eating ur hand made food or emptying it in dustbin

She: she looked queerly and explained me what candle lit dinners meant in her context..eating out in restaurant ..that too every weekend.

Me: wow ..surely,,,,as long as we go dutch

Well…I need not tell u what  are the results of this as well

Ravings and Rants

My Rants

Finally elections dust has settled. All the roar of campaigning has died and roads and skyline are free from political colourful flags, posters and other stuff. During elections I had a runoff with media guy who was behaving nothing short of rowdy on road which made me think on media in recent times. Thus this blog is about 3 such topics that I feel strongly opinionated. If I am wrong, feel free to correct me, I am no prisoner of my own opinions and Iam open to change.

On Paramahamsa Nityananda : Iam always obsessed anything dealing with spy-spirituality, Esoteric-Exotic. In this manner I happen to read books by Nityananda. Trust me , at that age (I was in early 20s) I found them awesome and subsequently I was totally hooked on. Later one day when I was in library, my friend comes rushing to me and says “Do you know, Nityananda was caught on cam with a lady” . I guess he was expecting me to be surprised or go into shock or feel embarrassed of my association with Nityananda works & teachings. I still remember how I reacted. I just continued to read newspapers with no reactions. Later on I did watch the video of sting did by Tamil channel and totally ignored it.

Paramahamsa Nityananda was youngest saint who literally had world at his feet due to his profound yet simple spiritual satsangs. His books and videos touched millions in world. However the video with popular actress led to his downfall.

Many disciples of his left the Ashram, felt betrayed by Nityananda, his ashram was raided, members abused and mocked by society is what I read. I just didn’t bother. My friends as well wanted to know my reaction or take on it or try to embarrass me. But it hardly mattered to me. For I never cared for worlds reactions or opinions. My reply was simple: His books worked for me. Period! Now I don’t care what/who author is or what his character is. Now did you ever discard currency note because its spoilt or soiled or burnt it down if it changed hands by a criminal? Definitely No! You look for notes value rather than its past or no of hands it changed. Its entire history is immaterial. Only how you plan to spend and its value is vital for you.

Same with Nityananda. It hardly matters what he does behind closed doors.  Moreover why should I consider there is something wrong when we see Swamijis involved in physical intimacy? None of Saptarishis or great sages mentioned in ancient texts were celibate or unmarried. Polyandry, Polygamy,Premarital sex, single mothers etc were quite norm and never was a taboo. Its often it’s our expectations we force on Masters. If all accusation on Nityananda is true, howcome he is still free. Never arrested or jailed or convicted. I don’t know. I don’t care. Without raking ‘whataboutsim’ I wonder why media ever exposed sexual abuse that happens in churches and madarasas?

“Seek the truth and truth shall set you free”

On Media/Journalism: 

Well this is the main topic I really feel very strongly. I really respect journalism which stood for search of truth and went to great extent to bring the truth out. Tyrants have fallen, Dictatorial Regimes were changed, common man found his voice against might bureaucracy. Single photograph of vulture next to bony baby in Africa led world to focus on poverty in Africa etc. I can go on .  But on other hand there is another face of journalism that involve in cheap journalism, sensationalism, extortion, power broking, paid news, mouth piece of politicians to further their agenda. The syndrome of breaking news and exclusive news led total fall of values. I wonder what was intent when spycam was inserted into door knobs ? Truth or Voyeurism or blackmail or all three? I don’t know. But I personally saw beat reporters behave boorishly like hooligans. Arnab Goswami was sterling example of high values of journalism. He raised his voice against communalism, arrogance of high & mighty. But he also fell from high pedestal when he started Republic TV channel. He became out and out pro BJP, and his talk shows were battle ground for high decibel debates which yielded only noise but less substance. News now have back ground music. Why ? Can’t it be read in neutral tone and let audience conclude? But now music is more to build gravity and set tone and mood of news that is read.

Pursuit of Happiness

PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS-HEDONIST OPINES

Its 1030 pm. I just returned from jog. Sweating profusely definitely kicks in dopamine high. Certainly some people looked at me weirdly as I was jogging in night time. But who cares! I just live for myself. As I was jogging , this blogpost got created in my mind hence I wrote it down before I forget.

Make yourself happy. What makes you happy? Not the world definition (Cash,Car&Castle!). Surrendering to world definition is worst form of slavery I believe. Trying to go by world standards of happiness would eventually make one slave and dissatisfied, disgruntled at death bed for not living life on his terms. 

I asked myself million times why I do something I do. Be it my job, hobbies I pursue, food I eat, games I play, people I spend with, things I do. Again and again! Just to get clarity. Just to see if I am doing to impress someone, prove a point to someone, to be part of society niche or for the world. Being brutal with self cuts down many layers of confusion, deception of mind, illusion of society programming.

Society programs human to do its bidding. Society hypnotizes us driving in the fear of missing the bus of life or missing the life itself.   I believe none of your thoughts which propel to some action are yours. But, they are borrowed from mass media, gossip or society.  “Date someone (Peer pressure), Get married  (even if u don’t like), buy a good car (more to impress and don’t forget those EMI’s), high paying job (Even if  its not of your inclination), Grow 6-pack abs (though I love yoga or sports), Travel world (Its new In-thing), Smoke-drink-eat like king (even when stomach groans under overload)” etc etc…I can continue forever. Society does tinker with our beliefs endlessly.

photo courtesy@ Mallik

The last thing I want on my death bed is “Regret”. I want to be brutally honest with myself. I quit 3 jobs to get job I truly enjoy. (You spend most part of life working in office , so better chose  job that gives you happiness than stress). I pursued many things before I realized simple book gives me more happiness than seeing the world or going to malls or movies. I realized jogging or yoga or simple veg meals give me satisfied guilt free sleep than gobbling heavy junk and not exercising . Having less possessions, manageable things and clutter free house for me brings more positivity , light than too many riches.

I realized less you live your life of your dreams, more you start to live in dreams than reality. To compensate the incompletion, You would end up creating multiple personalities within yourself. Always trying to prove yourself to the world. (Trust me, World is least interested in you. It has 7 billion like you).  Slowly if you love yourself and pursue your calling/happiness, less those personalities within each. Finally there would be only one. Inside and Outside! Life is complete. Comfortable in your skin.  No regrets whatsoever!

Once you are fulfilled, then world around you becomes joyful. Your work or relationship is more out of your joy than you trying to suck joy from others.  Your relationship with world is expression of your joy than cunning transaction.

Saying that, I rest my case. Iam no fanatic nor prisoner of my opinion. If iam wrong, iam open to correction. I am waiting. Adios Amigos.

Mesmerized Bibliophile

" When you read a great book, you dont escape from life, you plunge deeper into it"       -Julian Barne

 I just finished reading "The Calcutta Chromosome" by Amitav Ghosh. By time I completed the book, I was totally in daze. What a book! The way author spun the story, across the different time zones, myriad characters, -real& fictitious, myth & modern, Science & Superstitions, all disparate yet forming beautiful mosaic in the end. All different threads of narration coalescing to form beautiful story in the end. Its sheer genius of Ghosh to write such a wonderful futuristic medical thriller blending beautifully with ancient myth. It’s so intimidating and intelligent that I dared not to pick another book of his.

Ever since I was a kid I am quite obsessed with stories. Be it mythological or comics or non fiction or urban legends as long as it is well written to catch my attention. But for last five years or so I hardly read any fiction as my life itself became more exciting that tales of fiction pales to  contented life I lead. So all these 5 years its always non-fiction with exception of “Keepers of Kalachakra by Ashwin Sanghi” (iam kinda loyalist of Ashwin works).

I really wonder, how an author can write a story. Weave words out of nothing to form brilliant narrative? Especially fiction, where no precedence exists. In Calcutta chromosome , Amitav Ghosh writes on internet, Alexia, Artificial intelligence, holographic communication when no such science even existed when book was written in early nineties. This takes me to another brilliant futuristic author, Jules Verne. In my teens i read his book “20,000 leagues under the sea” where he describes Submarine named Nautilus, scuba gear, electric stun guns all while not even steam engine was invented at that time. How could these authors sneak into future or did today inventors based their inventions on past authors imagination? Honoring Verne-the man who invented future , US Navy christened its first nuclear submarine as USS Nautilus.

What is heartwarming is that both books have Indian connection. Amitav Ghosh is Indian who with sheer brilliance sits on par with western authors and hero (or anti hero) of 20,000 leagues “Captain Neo” was described later as Indian Maharaja.

"Books are had bound drug with no danger of an over dose. i am happy victim of books"

The amazement to these futuristic authors doesn’t restrict to novels. Comics like Flash Gordon the space hero evokes similar wonder. When proper phone is not in vogue, there is space travel, teleportation, laser beams, time travel, inter dimensional travel (long before Christopher Nolan came ith Intestellar film) etc. To this day comics like Flash Gordon, Mandrake, Phantom occupy golden part of my book collection.There might be many other authors like Asimov, Clarke or others but I haven’t read any of their work nor has capacity or class to touch them.

Now comes once again how could they spin tales on topics that doesn’t exist in that time period? How can you think unthinkable? Ever observed we seldom can claim any thought as 100% original. All our thoughts are just rehash or remix of existing/past thoughts. Nothing new or novel! I remember , as Advertising copy writer, I had only 2-3 original thoughts in 6 months and rest were just modification and additions to existing work. Buddhist or ancient Hindu texts speak of existence of plane where everything that has been and would be is stored. Like universal memory or Akashic records they say. 

"Thats the thing about books. They let you travel without moving your feet"  - Jhumpa Lahiri

Would writers’ (or inventors or film makers) imagination stretch beyond limits to new frontiers in space to access those records? Its like normal human beings minds are programmed to be in box and few (or chosen few? Now that’s something!) were able to break those boxes to soar higher or reach farthest ends of their mind that general humanity lost habit of or forgotten. Or some intelligent race (Aliens or Gods) insert ideas into human consciousness of chosen few for advancement of humanity? (In one comic Mandrake there is a story where aliens keep introducing diseases from space to keep humans busy or restrict them to earth than exploring galaxy). The chosen one like Neo in film Matrix?

Well, I have no clue. I am always curious to know and every work, when I come cross leaves me more amazed and more humble. But experiencing these things make my life more fulfilled and enriched. Poor aren’t those souls with less bank balance but those souls who don’t experience the wonders Universe presents. What a boorish snob he/she whose jaw doesn’t drop and daze at brilliance of   Creator Creativity and its/his/her Creation.

Memoirs of Mallu-Land

Memoirs of Mallu-Land

This blog is dedicated to Tony. Senior & Friend. Marxist (maybe) & Hedonist (100%) . Bibliophile and Chaotic puzzle. Finally my host to this trip.

HOST & GUEST

For many days I wanna visit his place called Painava. Painava nestled in western ghat region of Kerala. I have chosen his place to popular tourist spots of kerala as I was on short of time and Impatience for cliché. I went with no plan nor expectation. Just with curious bent of mind. I really wanted to see how/what kerala is : "The land of Sashi tharoor and Shakeela the oomph actress. Gods own country yet ruled by Godless Marxists". Thus this blogpost is photography, travelogue, storytelling and exaggeration. All rolled into one.

BEGINNING OF KERALA STATE. PIC FROM TRAIN

Journey : “Your holiday begins the moment the journey starts” thus spake Sri Sri. So I literally started to enjoy the entire journey than concentrating on the destination. Train (Kerala Express) was late by hour. So this gave me opportunity to see the transition of geography and topography between Andhra , Tamilnadu and Kerala as most of my journey was after daylight. Early morning was greeted by tons of coconut trees and typical kerala building architecture where buildings have sloping roofs. The reason I learnt was that this land receives heavy rainfall hence the sloping roofs. From Ernakulum to Thodapuza to Painava. Plains to Mountains and City to jungle . All through rubber plantation and huge houses funded by Gulf money. While returning, I choose not to trust train and booked flight from Kochi airport. Paradoxically I just made in nick of time as this time I was late.

MORNING WALK

I never visit many places at once as it complicates my tiny brain. I would rather have depth of experience of single place/event than breadth of experiences in visiting multiple places. Relish one place than a hurried holiday. Hence only one place I choose to visit.

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Place:  Like I said I generally don’t prefer popular sightseeing places. I would rather prefer rough unknown tracks and places. My guest house was nestled in forest land, enclosed by barbwire and huge gate with spikes jutting out. All the security to prevent wild animals especially elephants. I just visited Idduiki dam which is one of the biggest source of power to kerala . And these inter state waters are also responsible for bitterness between tamils and mallus. Photography is prohibited but managed to sneaked in the phone.

MORNING WALK TO HILLTOP

Food: i am quite fussy about food. Too many Do’s and Don’t’s.  But here I totally relished local food. Though Malayalis eat plenty of non-vegetarian of all kinds, I restricted myself to basic veg food. Though my host wanted to get white rice , I was more than insistent to have authentic red Rice which infact is more healthier and fulfilling. Coconut oil and grated coconut seems ubiquitous to kerala cuisine.

RED RICE, SNACKS

I had some street food like stuffed idli dumplings, coconut barfis, banana bajji. Actually none are named so but their malayali names would send my tongue in knots while pronouncing. I found malayali script amusing. It appeared as jilebis and murkus. (well all south Indian scripts are more or less twisted if I may add).

JUST PIC WITH FEW OF BOOKS

Books: like I referred initially, my host is bibliophile and his home has tons of books. One of main reason for my visit is to deliver few books which I didn’t want to send my post. His collection is immensely overwhelming with diversifying genres. Checking those books is ultimate aphrodisiac for me and visiting such collection is pilgrimage to aficionado like me

VIEW FROM THE CHERUTHODI  DAM

 Specter of unknown :

 Like I said this place is on top of hill. Mornings I spent walking and exploring around the hilltops. Top of hill reminded me of my stint in Mizoram which has similar terrain. The place is surrounded by jungle and deafening silence. Silence often broken by whooshing wind and insects chatter. Swaying of flora is captivating. I tried to absorb as much of silence as I could and retain it. However its futile as one moment is taken over by another new moment. Impossible to capture the moments of bliss. You eventually have to give up the ownership and go by flow. 

SPIKES TO PREVENT ELEPHANTS CRASHING INTO HOUSE

I was only soul living in guesthouse. Even smallest noise creates huge echo. Creaking doors gave eerie feel. On one night I was trying to meditate when I head sudden sound of electric switch going On and sounds of someone walking up the stairs which led to me to think whether I latched up the door down stairs. I rationalised that some local staff seeing unlatched door walked in. I walked out to see no human presence expect howling wind.  Did I imagine it as I read lot of spooky stuff or hallucinate it in meditation. I don’t know. My host concluded it broken door at top floor . Well, I don’t wish to dwell much on it.

TRYING TO CAPTURE THE MOMENT

Finally I conclude holiday was short and taut. Fulfilling and heart content.

Living-Now

# Nostalgia # Hyderabad #Realism

As I was reading this book “Woodsmoke and Leafcups by Madhu Ramnath”, my concentration broke to melody played in background. It was song I used to love to listen in my teens. For a moment, I was transported back in time. It was only for a moment. But I felt like re-living the sweet golden moments of past. Ever notice, that some songs trap time and moments we had? How often we think like this?how often we revel in Nostalgia?

Well!  I seldom do. I don’t keep much of photographs or things of past which I feel as burdensome of baggage of remnants.

I left Hyderabad a dozen years ago. Hyderabad which was my home from cradle to next quarter of century. Few months ago I got opportunity to re visit the place once again. For weeks I planned many things. Drink my favourite Irani chai with osmania biscuits or lukmi or meet my old pals or go through lanes which I used loaf as useless kid.  With loads of dreams I land at 0400am. With so much anticipation I go to my favourite hang out to have irani chai. First cup hardly satisfied me. I go for second. Its still the same. I don’t get to revel in it. Taste doesn’t give me high as I expected in my nostalgic moments. City changed forever . Metros rail construction erased some of iconic buildings where I used to hang out. Meeting old pals was major disappointment as everyone is changed.  Everyone caught in their own life’s bubble. i hardly could connect with any. Maybe its not them but me who is changed.

I guess Nostalgia is just sweetness of emotion that your mind generated which itself has gone on chemical trip when triggered. Too much importance is given to it. This moment is only reality. No past nor future exists. This moment is eternity.

Chill wind hits me reminding me of time I spent in jungles at edge of our country. But this time, I quietly get back to my book saying goodbye to Nostalgia and to you my dear reader. I just enjoy the chill as wind sweeps me without bothering memories it carried.