interlude

The past week was definitive at many levels. It was quaint and quizzical. I always believed that there are signs and you must follow them, as there are reasons and stories we might not know as yet, something very beautifully captured on celluloid by Christopher Nolan, recently ( but about that we shall talk later) . About signs and past week...everything I saw had a story, but that's not new. Everything I did had a purpose, even that's not new...what was new was the unfolding of the fact that all our journeys are connected. Every road, every lane that we cross lead us to a place defined by every step we take on those separate journeys.. Experiences are new but the binding thread is the same. Added filters on everything we see and hidden meanings in every thing we read...the unquenchable desire to know more, understand more, see more... I wonder, what would we do after deciphering it all, yet I'm curious!

picture courtesy:  Pinterest “I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of non-feeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight,  new understanding, and new love.” Sylvia Plath...

aphrodisiac mind radiating from the core fragmented thoughts shooting in all random directions ethereal being spinning at a colossal speed here, in the colors of blue and viridian framed on an empty wall waiting for the commotion to stop excited, almost thrilled for, i'm sure... many characters will disappear many will fuse to form new many stories will begin but, in this amazing grace, today let me spin...

struck by memories of long gone days... in the hopes of beautiful days to come, i sit here, today... thinking, dreaming, reliving the days gone by, passengers i met and left in this journey... so many people came along, some stayed for long some disappeared after few memorable encounters...and memories are all that are left... i met an elderly couple when i was 3, the man was dauntingly handsome and tall and lady was tiny and beautiful. The freckles on her hand were like a pattern in the sky, one you may use to play connect the dots and his hands were long and clean... Two people exactly opposite, yet perfect. In the nights, the man spoke of economics and politics, while the lady spent her hours knitting and talking about the activities of neighbors, she noticed all day long. She was a storyteller of sorts and he was an exceptional listener. Avid reader, aware, follower, leader, designer, mechanic, house-keeper and a listener. My first memories of my grandfather...who explained t...

In this house of masquerades, we all have some roles to play Some stories to live, some characters to slay   Some notes strain my memory; some enliven my being as potent Joy, of some sort. A feeling of loss and of gain in the same moment   Whom did I lose, someone who wasn’t mine What did I gain, knowledge of being all alone all this while   By passion and patience By sun and moon By sin and virtues Life, pulled by the odds towards the same fate Rowing the boat of faith The reflection in the lake , asks me why wait?

Pic courtesy : http://www.lovethispic.com/image/35656/autumn Basking in yellow fairy lights, twirling on the tunes of departing spring my being sways on the onset of autumn...Gushed with wind into my premises, the fragrant hues of yellow lilies, pansies and alike... Of romance, Shakespeare and vagrant musings, this autumn sure seems special. Walking, rather tip toeing, scared, scarred, my heart feels indifferent...to pain, happiness and alike... Who am I...enchantress or enchanted...  Mused, misused, my being is free to be a desire, a mistake and alike... Despite of all internal protestation and external assertion my silent past, even quieter future leaves me with a beautiful today...coveted to do nothing but be afloat with this beautiful autumn, romance, sense of being lost on the right path and alike...

simply dressed man  with an honest smile,  on the road, for a journey called lifetime... a long-haul, on the road... every highway with that honest smile, every mountain with the same drive... writing his journal, riding his truck... child in me asked him, " why do we seek to travel far and wide,  when every breath is a journey, we take towards the destination? " very pragmatically, he answered " some stay some vanish... we fight, we feign, we contemplate  but, we keep breathing unaware of  being wiped away, one figment at a time... day in day out, its a journey, make that count " shiny quizzical eyes of a familiar stranger of a traveller,  a story teller learning lessons from the roads,  rivers and air  to  keep walking, keep moving and  keep flowing, and when the end comes,  be rest assured that you made it count!...

some eighteen hundred meters elevated from the ground sitting with the clouds, almost touching the sky i breathe. intertwined between the dew drops and moist air, held by nothing but faith,   resonating in the sound  of crickets, fireflies and moss i breathe. lusting on rain drops listening to the sound of rails at a distance, on a trail with a tune of a long forgotten song that has refused to leave a feeling long lost, follows through the silent corridors, i breathe. sipping chai, one sip at a time, staring into the void seeking directions of the heart,   in a land far, far off binging on the local dialect i breathe. stories of travel, of ghosts, of romance, being told and created with care as it pours, i breathe. a long walk up the hill. a pause some light in some distance, some stars perfectly aligned to create order in chaos i breathe. fog outside, fog inside clearer sky, compromised sight nothing to hold onto yet , I bre...

Bangalore is well known as the IT capital and a house of billion start-ups. What excites me the most about this town is the capability to be quietly creative. The city has an eclectic mix of culture, novelty and experience. I have found so many places which are  so unique, simple and alive...one such is purple turtle, a tiny store in a nook at Indiranagar. We stumbled upon this beautiful store on a random afternoon walk...and the love for all beautiful things came rushing... Sharing some pictures..

ek puraana mausam lauta,  yaad bhari purvayi bhi.... aisa to kam hi hota hai, wo bhi ho tanhayee bhi.... khwaab tha shayad, khwaab hi hoga...

L epakshi, a story tucked away in the outskirts of Bangalore and Andhra pradesh's dusty roads. It's glimpse into the times gone by, stories created, lived and told by the paintings on the ceilings, carved walls and chants n hymns. People have left, memories faded, purpose changed, but in the corridors of history, time repeats itself... It was a July morning. The temple was quiet like an  inquisitive  elderly, waiting for us to fill their patient  vintage corridors with the sounds of the day. The entrance to the complex was mysterious and welcoming at the same time. The small entry door unveils a beautiful aangan, which then transcends into a majestic Mandapa.The gradual change in scenery and the feeling of being part of the story is truly mystical and charming. While reading through those beautiful paintings, you become one of the members of the clan and recite the enagaging experie...

Fallen from the sky, suspended mid-air...holding universe, a tiny droplet of sunshine... neither part of the day nor of the night, truly mysterious and sublime... Someone once said, desire and pain were born together, held by the hands of faith, thrust by the winds of hope... Spent in such abode is the reality of happiness and of sorrow... In middle of everything, in between earth and sky...

Sometimes you gotta let time to be the answer....

"peacefully,  the quiet stars came out,  one after one... the holy twilight fell upon the sea, the summer day was done." -  Celia Thaxter  the wonderful panoply of the color magnifies the sunshine... time that is striking yet supple...tender yet proud... lingering by the melancholy skies are the fragrant blossoms of June... asking restless birds hopping on the trees to take rest...it's time... it's time, when strawberries melt over wine... it's time, that solemnizes clarity... the hustle bustle of the streets has come to stand still, yet it is so loud... like ocean breaking at the shore, asking for respite from this endless tyranny...it's time... the shimmering forts of egos melt down, summertime, a flaming torch set out to define... removing deception layer by layer...this year, June has decided to resolve ...it's time!

love for the written word moved a notch higher this weekend...and then there was a beautiful encounter with a cute kitsch start up called 'sunny side up'... it led to creation of a few posters around the most beautiful quotes collected over the week... and those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane  by those who could not hear the music... what you seek is seeking you... the earth has music for those who listen.... do more than exist... believe in magic... salvation is within.. The best project you’ll ever work on is you.... sigh, a wall dedicated to all the tokens and collections of words..

blank canvas and trails of ink always leave fascinating stories.  such  stories, create trails of happiness, surprise, lingering nostalgia and lasting impressions.  imaginations and concoct possibilities by the mark of ink are irreplaceable. laughter that resonates in such stories, contemplation of a quote, pensive tinkering of  destiny,  leaves a mark on everything it touches.  indian henna as ink , hand as canvas & five favorite quotes engraved on my soul are these beautiful lines, inked on my hand, they breathe; respond to every call that excites your soul.... the universe is made of stories.... the world is full of magical things, waiting for our senses to grow sharper.... let the beauty of what you love, be what you do... what you seek, is seeking you.... romance with ink always  yields  beautiful fruits....