romancing the roads

am all excited and just waiting for the clocks to hit 0500 hrs, 30th oct. all though its been a regular affair, to hit the highways often, this time its a long honeymoon with my babe-my machine - aka my bike. just waiting for the 1400 kms long ride over a span of 5 days.

some day...

if one looks at the photograph carefully, the right leg of first three elephants are forward, in coordination. looks similar to out skilled soldiers marching at the republic day parade. seems that they know what they are upto.
animals know what they are upto. may be we will all know what we are, what we are up to one day. some day...

magic...

last week, was in search of some breeze and had been to lalbagh. to sit on the the rock, near the kempegowda monument - to have some time for self. there were so many people. man - where can somebody find peace in bengaluru ??? the air was totally still and not even a leaf was moving. the air was so damn still.
the friday s ride back home did some magic. the expected magic did happen at the right time, when i had stopped for tea and calling my folks to tell them about my whereabouts.
the whether was very pleasant. it had just rained and was pretty chilly when the speed touched 100 kmph.
there on the road, i feel, the stretch between mysore and bangalore should not called a highway. there, every 500 m or so, a shop crops up. and it is very similar to a busy road in any city but has fast moving traffic.
in the earlier days when human civilizations were developing, people use to live where they could find a water source, say a lake or a river. these day, people start living where they find a highway. :D
when i reached mysore, was very happy to see that it was all decorated and looked like a bride.

very accommodative

the only good thing about mumbai is that is has a sea shore and one can feel the sea.loved staring at the sea and have done it for hours. the sea breeze which would engulf me, i would feel it has something to say. its so accommodative...

of late, have been missing the sea quite a lot. today evening, while getting drenched in the rain, i missed the sea

and its breeze so much that its here.
going in search of breeze. hope to find some breeze ( capt haddock s expression for a gale :) ) in tomorrows ride back home, to pump some adrenalin in my blood stream.

to bend

i had an awesome professor who once said - i have been here so long that i know how to break the rules without even bending them.
this post is definitely not about bending rules or breaking rules.
in Indian culture, why do we prostrate in front of our elders, gods or doctrines ? its actually a way to show respect, our submissiveness.
the seer of siddaganga mutt, sri shivakumar swamiji is very learned and is very old too. he has a hunch back. In a kannada movie by name - matha - the protagonist rightly says - his hunch back indicates that, whatever heights the person may reach, one should always remain humble.
generally, coconut trees grow straight up. but, on sea shores, they are bent. to resist the gale they face.
now that why should a person bend is known, how much can a person bend ?

Curious

am curious as to whats happening...
curious as to whats going to happen...
curious to know time...
curious to know will parallel lines ever meet...
curious to know when and where they meet...
curious to know the ending...
curious to know nature...
curious to know why trees lose all their leaves...
curious to know how plants communicate...
curious to know if i will ever meet an alien...
curious to know whats beyond...
curious to know why this is being written...
curious to know whether this makes any sense...

maut ke saaye...

this always reminds of the line - silence before the storm.
and the following lines sung by john abraham in the song - yeh hai meri kahani - from the movie zinda.

बजाय प्यार की शबनम मेरे गुलिस्तान  में
 बरसते रहते है  हर सिंत  मौत  के  साये
सियाहियों से  उलझ  पड़ती  हैं  मेरी  आँखें
कोई  नहीं  .. कोई  भी  नहीं  जो  बतलाये
कितनी  देर  उजालों  की  राह  देखे 
कोई  नहीं  है  कोई  भी   नहीं
न  पास  न   दूर
यह  प्यार  है
दिल  की  धड़कन
अपनी  चाहत  का   जो  एलान   किये  जाती  है
ज़िन्दगी  है  जो  जिए  जाती  है
खून  के  बूंद   पिए   जाती  है 
ख्वाब  काटों  से  सिये  जाती  है

Caring Hands

these hands could have been doing something else. but, they do this job. some job, with honesty, to support their family, to make both ends meet.
its caring heart.

hope of life...

its 0030 hrs and its pouring cats and dogs. and here i am busy in thoughts.

hope. a reason to... a reason for everything.

hope that this light, found recently, stays with me, forever!

becoming...

thoughts are cluttered yet again.
lets say, there is a thought. this thought can become a reality. or it might not. so, the probability of that thought becoming a reality is 50%. mind is like railway locomotive (diesel). i need to be precise here. :) diesel locos are put to halt only when they are decommissioned or when they are under repairs. else, the loco is always idling, if not pulling a train of coaches or wagons behind. like wise, brain also never comes to rest and thoughts are always in process.
now, with probability of 50% as starting point, thoughts build and it might take a certain higher value. when reality arrives, this thought which is at a higher value, has to take value of 0 or 1. reaching 1 is not difficult as it has already reached it or some where near it. reaching 0 is a problem as it has to come all the way down and if its not possible, then system may collapse.
so, to prevent the system from collapsing,  its better not to fuzzify things, even though life is fuzzy - things which are not white are not black. there are shades of gray. treat the thought with probability of 0 until its 1. certain thoughts can never be in parts. its either there or no there.
but then and but still,
उम्मीद पे दुनिया खायं है!

crack !

crack : 1. gone to nuts, a nut case 2. may be used as border to differeniate imaginary rights, used as boundaries 3. broken, shattered

whenever i travel by train, i get my seat reserved. if the journey is from mysore, i always find somebody or the other all ready sitting on the seat. then the usual fight for seat as i exercise my right as i have a valid reserved ticket. what a wonderful way to start a journey! this time, there was a very aged lady and i dint want to argue. so, managed my self and finished 'the week' i had purchased. rest was very uneventful. not that this was eventful and worth few words.
reached bangalore and my mind was in chaos.took the subway and came up to wonder station has changed - where is the exit ? then realised that i was on platform 2-3 and exit was beyond that. reached outside and there was a downpur. again, i thought, getting drenched in rain is a nice idea as it can help me wash chaos and ease things a little. so, walked towards majestic bustand, in the heavy rain. its a nice feeling to walk in the rain, in always crowded majestic (now not a person to be seen). reached bus stand, all drenched, to find out it had stopped raining. with everybody staring at me with wierd expression on their faces, i could read their faces. it said - what a crack! nut case ! they all had taken some shelter and i was the only one dripping wet.
may be i made a laughing stock of myself, but who cares, as long as i enjoyed the uncrowed majestic and beautiful rain!

the recent judgement on ayodhya, decided where god should stay. this is heights! who are we to say that when whole of this universe is his creation ? and it took 60 years to pass this lousy judgement, without realising that god is GOD.

was wondering what are the things, which when, once broken, shattered, cannot be repaired ?
milk to curds. curd is something good but its never milk again.
a cracked mirror. we might buy a new one, but the old one is gone.
any more suggestions ?

itchy feet - 2

mind has reached a stage, where its cluttered. seems like its in a cetrifuge, at very high rpm.
now that, what makes a person fall in love with the city the person lives in, is known, mind has lost clarity.
certain things may seem beautiful when masked.

but, for mind, for the process of thought, things have to be clear. to be precise, hopelessly clear.

बस. यह शहर रास नहीं आया!
better strategies!