Quiescence

Have you ever looked at the star studded sky at night??? I have and you should have been with me. The place were i reside is the abode of lots of creatures like the winged ones , four legged ones, crawling ones, climbing ones, cooing ones and much more. My backyard is hugged by a little strip of forest extending from its mother the GIR forest herself and the added beauty is that we are on the shores of the great Arabian Sea.
At night the forest wakes up and if you close your eyes you can listen to her songs. A slow humming from the trees when wind plays with its leaves, a slow roar of the sea in the backdrop and sounds from birds giving its last calls to their mates. I lay on the concrete floors of my terrace, still hot due to the evening sun, soaking up the rich spirits of my mother nature. I get a glimse of a falling star streaking across the sky, and I wave back, yes thats sky wishing me goodnight. But its not time for my sleep, I feel myself being a part of this macrocosm, just a minute speck of flesh that we are, totally helpless yet independent. He has this myriad ways of uniting souls, only if you open up your senses, only if you just slow down from your rat race that he shows you the way.
A peacock is cooing somewhere in the forest, I look back at the sky, yes I can see the big dipper on the eastern skies. I wish i was Ganymede, the beautiful young lad from the Greek mythology taken to the heavens by Jupiter himself. Mythologies and fairy tales are so enamouring.
The sounds of the seas is getting more loud, are they trying to break into the land? Winds are getting chilly and its getting cold, my concrete floors have lost its glory to the night. A blaring TV nearby is killing the spirit, i wish for a total blackout. It would be such fun just to listen to the slow humming of mother nature. A current of air laps at my face, but its not time for my sleep. My eye lids are getting heavy, i could see pictures of night coming in and out. Maybe Iam dreaming, i curl myself into nature's cradle and slowly slips into a sweet slumber.

SAFARI

Last day we went to this hotel called SAFARI (in no way related to any adventure ride, but yes the type of food you get there is indeed worth a ride). I was in that mood to try out something new, iam usually very conservative when on the eating table, I go for the well experienced, good food categories.
We had a good usual hot & sour soup (1/2) for a starter and then it striked me, its so boring to have the same thing (i could see myself ordering a butter nan with paneer burji and maybe a some coffee), monotony is boring. So i made that decision to have a dry chinese burji (what the hell??), we waited for it for like 10 mins or so but by the amount of saliva that was getting accumulated in my mouth, I could feel my table napkin getting drenched. Anyway what visited our table was this bowl of basmati rice (i presume), mixed with some spices, green chillies and fried cauliflower. It was indeed worth my saliva, very tasty to the core.
I did not stop there, i went for something called 'cheese macaroni', yeah the same old macaroni (italian pasta). It turned out to be a nightmare for me, what came was a another bowl with a white paste (oh oh not pasta but paste, now i dont knw if pasta's come in paste), filled with macroni and cheese. It had virtually no taste at all, and being the person who led the campaign for the dish, i had to take the initiative to eat the whole of that. Yukssss..
I had it all, i took a more conservative approach this time. We ordered for a nice fried rice (extra spicy), yeah we got it and became victims of some nice veggies being fed with non-veg. We had mixed insect fried rice, but of course iam a non-veg and if i had been fed with something bigger like chicken, mutton, fish, i would have considered myself as lucky, but insect I was least interested (unless Iam in some African countries, were insect is considered as nice nutrition).
We had seen enough for a dinner, and I ended up being one hungry man, .
Rode back home, drank some cold water and jumped onto my bed. No more SAFARI again!

Life on a two wheeler

These days iam the custodian of a 150cc black pulsar (my friend here was unlucky enough to leave it behind beacuse of his frequent travel out of city) and indeed a very proud one too. The roads are ok, not kacchha nor pukka but settled with ruts. When I cut the throttle, its seventh heaven! Adrenalin pumping and heart overflowing with happiness, for a second I become the super agent in MI 2.
Music and speed is a deadly combination, you probably would share it only if you have felt it. The fast super sexy DJ mix feeding my ears with ecstasy and wooshing at 80+ kmph, world is just a glimpse, pothholes shy away from my machine. The wind takes my hair in its hands and i adjust to get the maximum thrust from air, aerodynamics or whatever.
The music changes to a slow love song and automatically i cut down the gas and then it is a mellifluous world. Its different, you get to see real villagers and actually down to earth ones, they proudly sport clothes which according to my calculations should not have seen water for a month. But i must say, they do toil like bulls in their fields, which maketh them proud...!Its a typical village that you might have seen in some old hindi movies and long forgotten, with lush green fields and huge trees bending down and kissing the earth with its branches. Young guys and gals sport their new bicycles, its a B&W Vaijayantimala scene... You get to hear all kind of birds chirping, singing and swearing. The ride on my two wheeler gives me glances from the passerby's. occasional traffic from herd of buffaloes or sheeps gives their sleepish looks. Breaking the silence and slumber of the existence, a wierd looking three wheeler shoots from nowhere, its got the most vulgar sound, what does one expect from a three wheeler? ofcourse a meek sound and yet what one hear is that of a helicopter(Omega to tiger: attack of flyers on sector 25, over and out!!). Fut-fut-fut and there it goes (Omega to tiger: flyers confused, over and out!!) pushing out the blackest smoke you could ever imagine, and I fill my lungs with carbon di oxide and what all gases god knows, taking 0.0001% of my life. This little green village is yet to be diluted with pollutants and it waits silently for its turn.
I woosh past life around me and the scene changes. I pass through a road touching the coast and i get the acrid smell of rotten fish and slimy mud. From here on roads are filled with traffic of blaring horns and unconcerned passerby's, its haywire and i wish i reach were i started. Life is like my bike ride, roads changes, surrounding changes, you are alone and yet has to move on.

Life Starts Here

Aaah, my first blog. Everthing has changed, life forms are moving to digital format. I thought its time for me to move in too..
While I was surfing the net, i came up on this interesting archiving site, our very own Yahoo!. Its got this revolving sphere with options on uploading pics, write-ups and what not. They claim to use it after 20+ years, all you have to do is to talk anything, about you, your friends, your life, your country, about this world. Its a nice tool, gives us a hang of what used to happen 20+ years before. Wonderful na? but who knows what will happen to internet as a whole??