Unwillingly he gets out of bed and decides to take the few steps to the window. The marble floor is ice cold. The squirrels are busy stripping down the tree outside of fruits. Rain has stopped but the rain clouds hang so close above. If he opens the windows he could touch them and wash his hands. Being holed up close to two days in his room, with only the sounds of spirits walking the stairways outside, he has erased a lot from him memories. It's time for him to get out and see the world again. To rebuild his memories.
From the far reaches of the planet, he has collected many souvenirs. All etched permanently in his mind. But he has no memories of others. When he walks the streets he see people without faces. He hears voices, he pays for the rides but nothing else shows emotions. After this many weeks he thought he knew whats outside. He shuts off his cell, and he walks in the slow drizzle. He looked up to see if the stars are out yet, the evening stars but only the ensemble of clo…
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Finally snapped my own wallpapers :P The beauty of Udagamandalam personified by the pine and eucalyptus forests on the road up the Doddabetta mountain which is 2623 m in height. (not good for exercise challenged couch potatoes... :D ) Songs(?) and scenes from the movie Roja was shot in this forests.
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Here is an inspiring story. Shonnetta knew she could make a difference, and she did.
Struggles and sacrifices means nothing if you don't give back to the society. In whatever motivation or principles you are in, being a dead wood, keeping everything to yourself will mean nothing in time. Which ever way we dissect this world, only chaotic futures and turbulent pasts will emerge. But in this chaos, we can seek patterns to justify the reason for doing something. Even the smallest of things, for whatever reason. Not charity, but empowerment, education and opportunities.
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I hate work, I'd rather be photographing stuff or writing. Just read that a million Brits will be out of work by the end of the year. Right. Who actually screwed up this bad that the rest of the world has to pay for it too? On a sad related news, I'm tied to the USD and US also. Goddamit! What's in store for freelancers of this global meltdown? Credit card meltdown? :D I hope... no more offices...please.
late in the evening, under the Sagittarius sky, i looked back at my life
fireflies all i remember, for only they bring happiness, we were young and alive
have i known one day in the future, i will break some rings, loose some friends
how chaotic my life was, trembling as i walk along, not knowing which road to take
what holds the future, my dreams so cosmic, burdening the time strings
how i wish everyday, to meet my progenitor, to end my voyage
[#] Sleepless in Bangalore...on nights like this, I dig up old poems, and listen to some of the greatest tunes by the fine dudes from Daymoon and wish silently to make music again. My music page is still there, go ahead and download the mp3s and experience some prog rock [Daymoon-Ghost Particle Project].
I had to get the book, it appeared 'mysteriously' a few weeks before I got to India, out of nowhere in ALL bookstores I went. And then when I get here, its everywhere still! And someone asked me to read the book a long time ago when I told her I want to backpack in India...:p I told her I wont need to read it...but now I think I should have read it earlier. Finally the street book vendor won, after 3 good days of pestering me to buy any book. And after reading the first few chapters...all I can say is, its either Sarah McDonald is mega lost, mega egoistic or just loves the country so much that she aint telling ( or just want to sell books :p ) It is a semi funny book, I think travelers should read it, but its not a true travel book either. She does have many good points in there, but looking down too much of people is not good...sigh. Oh and she is so damn right about the airline stewadress's. I just want to know if they spray the insecticide in all flights coming into India…
Did I get 2 1/2 hours younger by coming to India? :D
I'm loving the local ads, they're refreshing and good. And ads sell big time in India.
Buses are nice to travel, but long haulers are taxing. Town buses are excellent, with Illayaraja music and 80's movies...I never knew, I never knew. Heck, some buses even plays mp3. Oh and the buses dont stop, you just jump out, or jump in :D
Auto drivers have completely deciphered me. Was fleeced in Chennai, and in Madurai, one driver asked me to pay how much I normally do. What do I say then? So how I do master this? No way...
TN needs rain. Right now. And the power cuts, make me appreciate all I have, the gazillion watts I waste back home...urgh.
This CDMA Internet thingy is so helpful, but not even average in speed.
Airtel is flooding me with spam calls. And spam sms's. I got insurance salesman, etc calling me everyhour. And I did not know you start roaming when you cross states!!!
Bus drivers wont stop to let you take pictures. :P ye…
[+] Oh and thanks to my very good friends over here, I've been meeting prospective brides!!! and their families. Yep, this is the ghost speaking, and yes you read that sentence correct. Interesting people, interesting lives. I think something good will happen soon...more of that story at my India diaries (Ghosting India), which is a private blog. Readers who knows me well, please mail me your emails for an invite. Thanks.
as they ate all the souls and scattered their ashes along the streets what salvation are there the others asked there are none
the non residents they danced in the midnight streets and their children played in the middle of the roads towards destiny they march all souls
~as they stepped back in time getting younger by the hours and days and weeks wrinkles becoming beauty arguments becoming embraces distances touching, kisses traveling in the eyes of strangers i see them as myself from forgotten pasts
[#] and I thought Id stop dreaming stranger days here :D I haven't found time to blog proper yet (in the new blog too...invites will come soon, sorry), busy, too many decisions to take. Thank you for all the good advices, somehow I stopped being a foreigner from day one. I am home.