WHY?

I have been biting my nails all day long. Thinking about the day we met. Under a lotus you said “hello” to me. Your first hello.

 

I remember the first time I looked at you, I froze. “ Good Lord! She is so ugly!” I exclaimed looking towards the sky. My first reaction.

 

And that day at the recording studio as you sat beside me listening to some very bad singing you looked up at me and said, “ Get me a CD of this song.”

Ten days later I sang that very song to you. As you sat looking like an angel at the “dargah”. And I left God’s embrace and kissed you with my eyes on that moonlit wintry night.

 

That puppy at the hill station. We held him together like proud parents. You wanted to keep it. Bring him home. I dissuaded you. And like a child you fell into my arms. I can still feel that warmth around my heart.

 

And your first gift. A CD full of songs.

 

And then to sing a song together. At night and then in the morning. Shivering. Rubbing hands.

 

And you remember the new year wish that you made for me? I lost it a year later.

 

And I lost many a thing a year later.

 

And today, three years later, here I am. I have lost you. I have lost my friends. I have lost everything but my soul.

 

I lost everything and found love. Love in such abundance that I have no other choice than to give it all away. 

 

I am lonely. And I remember Waheeda Rehman saying-“ Those who love the world lead lonely lives.” And I remember, her eyes were moist when she said that.

 

I love you. Love you mon chere petite etoile!!!!!

 

a passing thought

three years ago i fell in love; three years later i am living in love. its a mad world out there and what keeps me sane is this very love. my friends call me a fool. " how can you love a girl who doesn't give two dimes about you?"....they ask.

well, its better than bombing & killing innocents!!!! adulthood hurts.

And the SMS that i finally sent her

A ray of light comes from the lamp
that you forgot to extinguish
Ah! it isn't finished
forgetting is not complete!
i know everyone and each of your footsteps :-]

Your footsteps
my heartbeat
the children of my silence
who play with
soft naked feet
around the bed of my wakefulness

i know everyone & each of your footsteps

An unsent sms to "mon chere petite etoile"

I know every1 & each of ur footsteps
I need 2 see myself & remember

a door imperfectly shut on still un4gotten memories
suspended 4 eternity i dance
between heaven & earth!
a ray of light comes from a lamp
which u 4got 2 extinguish.

Ah! it isn't finished
forgetting is not complete!

i still need 2 learn 2 know myself.

If only I could

If only I could join every second together
Of my life and compose a song
How would it sound?
Would it be sweet or would it be sad?
Or would it be an infinite silence?

If only I could have held on
To her hand and promised her!
That I could forsake the world for her
And love her like the henpecked moon
Loves the ever shining sun!

If only I could understand my heart
And its rhythmic beats
Like raindrops falling off the gulmohar
And kissing the earth
I would have knelt and embraced her.

I could never grasp
The wisdom of my soul
Intoxicated was I by the fragrance of your being
Real or illusion
I wish I could!

If only I could have got my act together
My dear ones would have felt less pain
I was selfish and lacked courage
And my life’s residue?
A void.

JUST ANOTHER NIGHT

1st Nov. 2008 1.47 a m.

Just another dark night?
A night without a heart!

I wish I was someone else!
A heart without a night.

The moon is in eclipse only when one can’t grasp the truth.



I have been deceived.

The sun never set;
The sun never rose
And time stands still.

I run and run only to find myself stranded
Not having moved an inch!

What moved then?

Or so she said,,,,,

At times I feel her absence is her presence. As if she is the void that fills me up. I only feel complete when her memories are with me. And like the earth which is seventy percent water.

I am merely a “thirty percent” self.

She is the poetry of my life.She exists and yet she is invisible. Like air. Like a thought. Like the soul.

She is the poet in my soul.

I am absent in her life. In her thought. In her plans. I am not even a memory of a childhood scar. Nor am I the laughter at the end of a joke.

Her sense of humor is silent. My wounds are autistic.

Life is an ellipsis of a mirage.

And hope –the catharsis of the violent ocean.

DREAMS

What am I without my dreams?
And what could I be without them!

Dreams that I live for
Are the dreams that hurt too
And if I let my dreams die
Could I still be alive?

Hope and dream
Twins of desire
Eternal soulmates!
The sun and the moon.

In my “ sama”
Happiness dance
Holding the hands
Of sorrow.

Tears smile
When the lips kiss the moon
A dream is where the heart is
And my heart is my home.

ME AND YOU- by Rumi

Bliss-
The instant
Spent seated
On the terrace,
Me next to you
Two forms and
Two faces
With just one soul,
Me and you.


The chatter of the birds
The garden’s murmur
Flowing
Like a fountain of youth
As we stroll
Through roses
The stars of the firmament bent low to look over us
Let’s eclipse them, shine like the moon,
Me and you

Me and you join,
Beyond me
Beyond you
In joy
Happy released from delire and delusion

Me and you, laughing like this
Reach dimensions where celestial birds suck sugar cubes

Magical! Me and you, here,
In our corner of earth,
But wafting on airs of Iraq and Khorasan,
Me and you
In one form here on earth
In other forms in paradise,
Eternal, sunk in fields of sugar
Me and you
Me and you

Sorry Mr Guru Dutt, you are not the only one...

I saw “Teesri Kasam”again, a few days back. And cried at the beauty of it. Or was I crying at the lack of beauty in today’s films? The subtle relationship between Hiraman [Raj Kapoor] and Hirabai [Waheeda Rehman] pinched my heart. Especially, Waheeda. I have always felt I was born with a “ Waheeda Rehman” fixation and watching this film simply reconfirmed that fact. Its simply impossible to take my eyes off her!

The songs of the film are simply brilliant. It starts with “Sajan re jhoot mat bolo, khuda ke paas jana hai….” And then it takes us through this melodious journey with, “ Sajanva bairi ho gay hamar….”, “Duniya bananewale kya tere man mein samaee…”, Chalat musafir moh liya re…”, “ Pan khaye saiyan hamaar…” to finally “ Aa aa bhi jaa..”

The film was produced by probably the greatest lyricist in Hindi cinema, Shailendra. And it was the only film produced for he died before the release of the film. There is an anecdote about the song-“ Pan khaaye saiyaan hamar…”. Its said that Shailendra wrote this song for Sachin Dev Burman, on Sachinda, for this great music composer had the habit of eating “pan” and its juice would drip from his mouth to his silky kurta!

Sachinda and Shailendra never got a chance to work on this song together. Finally, the song was composed by the versatile duo of Shankar Jaikishan. Asha Bhonsle sang it to perfection and my own dear Waheeda danced the song to immortality.


The photography by Subarta Mitra too is exceptional. Its definitely one of the best films photographed in black and white. The other being “ 27 Down”, captured onto celluloid by probably, A K Bir. Am not too sure though.

This was Basu Bhattacharya’s debut film as director and remains the best film he ever made. Not that “ Anubhav” or “ Aavishkar” are bad films. In fact, “ Aavishkar” is one of my favorite films.

For one reason I’ll always respect Basu Bhattacharya and that is for bringing Geeta Dutt back into the recording room. And Kanu Roy, composed such gems for her in “Anubhav”. “ Koi chupke se aake…” , “ Mujhe jaan na kaho meri jaan..” She put so much soul into these songs that it touches yours.

In fact these were the last songs that she sang before her sad demise at the age of forty two, due to alcoholism. She still remains my favorite singer. And someone for whom I strangely feel guilty.

Waheeda Rehman and Geeta Dutt. Two beautiful human beings. Its no wonder that Guru Dutt, the man in their lives, was torn apart. But I can tell you Mr Guru Dutt, “You are a blessed soul!”

Be-karar dil iss tarah mile
Jis tarah kabhi hum juda na the
Tum bhi kho gaye
Hum bhi kho gaye
Ek raah par
Chal ke do kadam

Waqt ne kiya kya haseen sitam
Tum rahe na tum hum rahe na hum.-[Kaifi Azmi]

GOOD HEAVENS!!!

Up in da mountains
Walking thru the clouds
With da Rain God in a cheerful mood
It feels like heaven!
Only ur fragrant memory
Can match this beauty, lil’ princess :-]

Slowly da veil of rain
Falls aside
Revealing da bridal sun
Blushing after a sensuous wedding night!
A koel sings
Atop a gulmohar
Turning redder with passion! :-]

Da sprightly bride
Plays hide and seek
Thru da maze of
Dark vagrant clouds
& da languid dormant leaves
Awaken
To da merry footsteps
Of da dancing raindrops!

Up here in da mountains
Walking thru da clouds
With the Rain God in a cheerful mood
It feels like u r with me :-]
& da heaven
Is da ground beneath my feet! :-]

VAGRANT THOUGHTS

I have realized lately-
All things that can be explained is man’s ego
And what remains unexplained is God.

We constantly self doubt
While faith is our only self assurance.

Every relationship is born out of fear
As we are frightened to have one with ourselves.
In essence, we are emotionally self contained.

The only person one constantly fights is oneself
And the enemy is inside you.
If you can win, you win a friend.

That ego and love can’t function together.
Hence rarely does one find true love.
We have been conditioned to believe that
Our desire is love.
Our need is love.
Everything is love except love itself.

That 99.98% of the world population is immature.
And the majority is always right!

That marriage is an act of pretence.
One insecure man + one insecure woman= Security!
Who are we finally fooling?
We only want things to function the way it has always
Any deviation from the norm is sacrilege.

And the only thing that really works is money.

TAGORE'S GITANJALI

My desires are many and my cry is pitiful, but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals; and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life through and through.

Day by day thou art making me worthy of the simple, great gifts that thou gavest to me unasked- this sky and the light, this body and the life and the mind- saving me from perils of overmuch desire.

There are times when I languidly linger and times when I awaken and hurry in search of my goal; but cruelly thou hidest thyself from before me.
Day by day thou art making me worthy of thy full acceptance by refusing me ever and anon, saving me from perils of weak, uncertain desire

some more pictures of the flirt

The Flirt

it happened in the month of february. some where in the middle of the month. i was woken from my sleep by pigeons fluttering their wings and creating a ruckus in my balcony. i woke up to drive them away. the others flew off but this one in the picture stayed back and then for the next 30 minutes flirted with me. i felt like i was being wooed! that too at seven in the morning! and this romance continues to this day. she comes everyday to my balcony and simply flirts.

the situation is quite amusing as i find myself talking to her quite often. [ the romantic in me assumes that this bird is a FEMALE!!!] and believe me, she has such expressions that would put many an actress to shame. she is my bird of love. and yes! she also happens to be the only white one in the flock that haunts the housing complex i live in. thanks sweetheart for your gracious presence!

A Yearning Heart

Only children make sand castles
With smiling hands
And an innocent heart;
Like blissful dewdrops
Watching a brilliant sunrise!

Dark clouds pour out all their emotions
To quench the thirst of the oceans
The moon for all its madness
Is rooted to the sun
And darkness.

The colorless sky
And shining stars
Look for the lost rainbow
Like the earth yearning to touch
The infinite horizon.

A smile is but
A flower of the soul
Twinkling in the eyes
Of the heart
With its fragrance.

Moment of Truth

it was a lazy afternoon. i was watching a movie when i casually looked at my cell phone and saw a message from a friend of mine, Gaurav. it informed me that Mita, a common friend of ours had lost her father in an accident. i tried calling him but simply couldn't get through. so i called up Mita's husband. he was at the hospital as the police were busy with his father in law's post mortem. he couldn't talk much, but he told me that he had died in an autorickshaw accident. that's all. and he disconnected.
later on i came to know that he had died in a freak accident. he was returning to work after his lunch in a rickshaw when a crane that was being used to build the metro that would connect andheri, a suburb in west mumbai with ghatkopar, a suburb in the east of mumbai overturned and fell on the rickshaw. his body was smashed. so was the rickshaw. but by a miracle of some sort, the rickshaw driver escaped with minor injuries.
for a year now, i ve been asking every rickshaw driver i travel with if they believe in fate. almost everyone i ve talked to believes in kismat. and its that very kismat that saved the driver. it reconfirmed my belief in this thing called fate. once again.
the incident also made me realize that the most important thing in life is to be happy. more important than being ambitious or passionate. it also taught me to live every moment from here on. to just surrender to this wonderful thing called life.
we are fools to believe that we make our own lives. we can merely "live" life! that's where the magic lies. within ourselves. what we pursue in the name of happiness is nothing more than pleasure. for how can we pursue something that is always with us?
its remarkable how much a death can teach you!

this is how i prefer to see her though!

SOHA,the braveheart

i was rendered speechless! there i was in a deparmental store and staring right at me was someone who resembled soha ali khan in the bare minimum! on close scrutinity i realized it was her! "way to go babe!"- i heard myself saying.
i know it needs great courage to do what she did. and it was most unexpected!" thanks for the surprise and bravo!' she deserves all credit for an act of this magnitude. and it gives me hope. ITS HER FIRST STEP TO REALIZING HER TRUE POTENTIAL. seeing her on the cover of "MAXIM", i felt thrilled like [hmm.......] like a parent when their child takes that first step.
i have yet to go through the photos in the magazine. its now my turn to gather some courage.

THE REAL MOON!!!

You really don't need a gun!!!

I sent her a message today. " Trust me, your smile is disarmingly more effective! You really don't need a gun." I sent her a smiley too.

I really hope she has a great life. And I hope that my love lives forever too! "May the pain of seperation bind me to you forever."Maybe, this pain is stronger that the bliss of togetherness!

And my friends can call me "the eternal fool!" It is better to be in love and be called a fool than to be smart and be indifferent. Isn't it?

The Moon

Yes, the little princess stole my heart
But what she left behind is her fragrance in my soul.
I am the moon of her apathy!
What I could be with her love,
Imagine!!!

In her Divine silence
Bloom a million flowers
And a drop of my tear
Has the depth of a thousand oceans!

Every dying breath gives birth
To an undying love
And I exclaim in ecstasy-
“There is no her but her! There is no her but her!”

The Birth of a Song

"Phir na kijye mere gustaaq nigaahi ka gila, dekhiye aap ne phir pyar se dekha mujhko!”

Roughly translated it means-“ Do not complain against my roving eye, its you who is looking at me with love now!”

These lines were written by Sahir Ludhianvi, the greatest lyricist the hindi film industry has heard. This lyric was beautifully composed by Khayyam, a very sensitive composer, for the film “ Phir Subah Hogi”[ which in turn was an adaptation of Dostoevsky’s novel “ Crime and Punishment”]. Khayyam, years later gave us that monumental song, once again written by Sahir,-“ Kabhi kabhie mere dil mein khayal aata hai….”

Sahir published his first collection of poems when he was still in college. The book was called “ Talkhiyaan”, which means “ bitterness of life”. It was a huge success and Sahir was a superstar of his day. We are talking of a time when poets were heroes and not looked upon as “losers” as we do today!

In fact, he was so idolized that college girls would fight amongst themselves to have a drag[puff] of the cigarette butt that he would leave behind!!!! Am sure it must have been quite orgasmic!!

Now the story goes that a very beautiful daughter of a rich zamindar joined the college. And Sahir being the man he is, stared at her, much to her discomfort. This was the 1940’s when even a stare could lead you to a reprimand. The girl did exactly that.

The principal of the college[ an admirer of Sahir] called him and left him off with a light warning.

It was only later on that the girl came to know that the man she had complained against was none other than Sahir. The famous poet. And she felt miserable about the fact that she had complained against him when she herself was a fan of his.

And now she started stealing a glance whenever he would pass by. But Sahir wouldn’t even look in her direction. So she sent a note through a friend, asking for forgiveness. Sahir read her note and then turned the page over and is then supposed to have written to her the now famous lines that I mentioned earlier!

It was not the first time that Sahir was using lines that he wrote before his entry into films. “ Chalo ek baar phir se ajnabi ban jaaye hum dono..”[ Come on, let’s be stranger once again..] was one of the poems from his “ Talkhiyaan”. So was the classic-“ Kabhi kabhi…”!

Both the poems talk about an affair of the heart he had with a married woman. In fact, Sahir, who lived and died a bachelor was forever in love. Amrita Pritam, Sudha Malhotra[a singer], Lata Mangeshkar[ this fact I came to know lately through a friend of the late music composer, Jaidev] and the list goes on.

There is an anecdote about Amrita Pritam’s son coming home,one day, back from school, crying. When Amrita Pritam enquired what had happened, her son told her that everyone in school teased him saying he was Sahir’s son. Amrita Pritam is said to have given an amusing reply to the query!

“ Kash ke aaisa hota!”. Which means-“ If only it was so!!!”

Sahir later on teamed up with Guru Dutt and Sachin Dev Burman to give some classic songs that’s still remembered. His other great associations were with B R Chopra and Navketan films, owned by Dev Anand.

“ Kal aur aayenge nagmon ki khilti kaliyaan chhunne wale
Mujhse behtar kehne wale tum se behtar sunne wale
Kal koi mujh ko yaad karen, Kyon koi mujh ko yaad karen?
Mashroof zamana mere liye kyon waqt apna barbaad karen!”

A soap called PEARS

I still bathe with a bar of Pears soap. In between I did try out different soaps but finally have come to the conclusion that there is no soap better than Pears! It may not be the best soap in the world but for me it brings back fragrant memories of a lost childhood. Those innocent happy days in my birthplace, Alathur. Reared by many hands, from grandfather to grandmother to grand uncles and grand aunts to aunts and uncles to …

Well, I believe you do get the picture? My childhood was a game called “ Pass the parcel”. It just happened that I WAS the PARCEL!!!

Am not complaining, mind you. In fact, contrary to popular belief, I had a very happy and interesting childhood. I will only talk of the happy stuff right now. [The interesting stuff will come later. There is an ocean full of it!!!]

I still remember my grandpa bringing chocolates and other delicious stuff from Palghat. He even got a pair of kittens once when he returned from Ooty! I can still remember the way he used to eat. He was so precise in his movements. And he had great taste buds.

I have no idea if my grandma was a good cook. Mema [grand aunt] supervised the kitchen. She is the most innocent, naïve woman I have ever seen in my life. She did have her good failings though. In every generation of children growing up in “ Leela Mandir”, she had one “Chosen one”, who would be her favorite. And she would be blatantly open of her feelings for that person.

And in Kesava mama’s reign there, I lived like a prince. Elephant rides to a film every Sunday to “soda sherbet” in the evenings to him dancing to all my wishes and fancies!! [You may get the idea that they were spoiling me rotten! Well, there was a reason why so much of kindness was being showered on me but then that’s another story altogether.]

The clearest memory I have of using Pears is during this time. When I was seven years or so. There is a faint memory from a period prior to this too but….am not sure. I used to look through that dark brown bar and feel at peace. [In fact, lately the company that owns this brand came out with an advertisement in which a little girl does the same thing!]

Years later, in Pune, I remember Shabnam buying me a Pears soap. She paid for it saying that as she was the sponsor of my stay in Pune, she’ll pay for it. [My dirty mind wanted to ask her whether she would pay for my condoms too!!!]

She is the only womanly memory I associate with Pears. That is if I put aside the number of female hands that has bathed me as a child.

The other soaps may wash the dirt off my body but Pears somehow washes away my guilt. My guilt of being an adult in a degenerating world. Strange but true. I feel like a child again.

That little thief

It has taken me two years to realize that my heart is stolen. All these past days, I’ve tried every trick I know to get it back. I’ve now given up. It is my fault. I had hidden my heart in a safe deposit vault in an island fortress and when she came along I displayed it to her! My dear old instinct had warned me. Yet, as we Hindus say-“ Vinaasha kale, veepiritha buddhi”!!!!!! I have no other explanation than that.

It is totally irrational and illogical. I’ve understood through this experience that one loses one’s head before one loses one’s heart![Or is it the other way round? I am confused!!] Of all the girls in all the world it had to be “her”???? It’s my oft repeated question to myself.

Let me tell you, love can sometimes really f**k your whole existence! It crushes you. It destroys everything you thought about yourself and the world around you.

I feel like a long lost civilization. I mean, I sometimes find some part of myself like some archeologist finding a severed hand of an idol in the ruins of Harrappa or Mohen-ja-daro!!!!

I am re-building myself now. Fortunately or unfortunately, my base is still my soul!!!

Rumi quatrains

You’ve filled my life with joy like sacks of sugar
Preserved me like a petaled rose, in sugar
And now today I’m seized by peals of laughter-
What joyous sounds you sprinkled in my mouth!!


And another quatrain:

The human body’s talisman, once torn
It’s essence pure will mix again with earth
Once heaven breaks the talisman’s frail flesh
Earth returns to earth, to the pure what’s pure.


And my mind reverts to something I read in “ The Upanishads”!!!

All this is full. All that is full.
From fullness, fullness comes.
When fullness is taken from fullness,
Fullness still remains.

OM Shanti Shanti Shanti

A Coward's life

Have you realized? We all live a coward’s life. Always running away from oneself. We prefer the ugliness outside to the ugliness within. So we run. But run where? Where to? The further we run from ourselves, the more demons we encounter! And these demons are like the heads of Ravana. You try and sever one head, and its once again back in its place, with mocking laughter!!!

Why are we so afraid to look within? Why do we spend our whole life pretending to be someone we aren’t? Why do we find it so difficult to live with oneself that we are constantly yearning for company?

Loneliness isn’t that shameful! What’s really fake is the emotional politics we constantly play to fulfill our relationship requirements.

I believe we are now genetically conditioned to believe that we are social animals. We are merely animals who prey for acceptance! Socially and emotionally. In fact our whole existence is based on the principle of acceptance. You exist because I accept your existence. Otherwise, who are you?

The moment one asks the question-“ Who am I ?” you enter the realm of self-realization. You enter a world of your own. A solitary world!

Are you ready for it? Am I ready for it?

the lull after the storm

Life is what happens to you while you are preparing for it. I do not know whether I should call it an irony or a tragedy of life. The other day when I and my friend Sankalp went for our evening walk, I said to him-“ Last night I finally realized that the greatest victory in life comes concealed in its greatest defeat!”

Yes, I have finally understood the value of acceptance. I’ve understood that all the fight with oneself yields nothing but pain and discontentment. That night I cried and cried. I felt miserable. But finally as the full moon ascended in the sky, all of a sudden, I felt at peace.

I switched on the lights and looked at the idol of Lord Ganapati. And I apologized to Him for all my trespassing. I surrendered to Him. I was at peace. Finally.

Sankalp’s reply was short and to the point.

“ Knowledge leads to ego and the ego to misery. Everything happens according to the Divine decree. We are fools if we believe otherwise!”

The rest of the walk was in complete silence.

am an emotonal sucker

the whole of today i was remembering her.it was on this day, two years ago, that she said those words to me-" i like you!". and i fell like nine pins. the next eleven days were a lifetime on its own. every moment,every breath.
i haven't met her in six months but got a sms from her a couple of days back,thanking me for my kindness!!!!
we are two of a kind!!! and we are looking forward to a great life, away from one another. she is getting married at the end of the year. so here is wishing her a great life. a happy life.

i am looking forward to a happy life too. a lonesome happy life.

Happy Vishu

today is vishu. and my memories lead me to a time when i was a child of seven in alathur. i lived there with a grand uncle, keshavmama, a grand aunt,mema, an aunt, ammuvalliamma and a hand full of helphands. oh yes, i cannot forget swaminathan, the teenaged houseworker whose favorite errand was to take me to see a malayalam movie every sunday. and that included some real raunchy ones, starring someone who everybody called-"todashree!" which translates into something like-"the thunder thighs"!!!
nandan chettan arrived from trikakkara the previous day and we went and bought fireworks and crackers. he was at that time probably fourteen or fifteen years old. for a lonely child living away from his parents, this meant a lot.
and every vishu, since then, after i have my "vishukanni" my mind always reverts back to that year. its as if i am caught in a time wrap. its possibily the only vishu i celebrated with great happiness in memory.
today, just as we were having breakfast, nandanchettan called from delhi. and we wished each other "happy vishus". thanks nandanchetta.

these photos were clicked by acclaimed iranian film maker abbas kiorostami.enjoy.

hello

hello friends, so now even i've joined the bandwagon of the bloggers!!! frankly, i've so much of time in hand nowadays that i felt this could be a gr8 passtime. i've no idea how this is gonna turn out[& even after living in this world for all these years i still've no idea how anything would turn out finally!] but still i believe there is no harm in trying. so let's see where this takes me or you or whoever may come across it. my cousin,vivek,tells me one merely has to put his thoughts and view points in here.hmm...am not too good at that yet...who knows? i may have a stroke of luck!!

i've named the blog"gypsy diary" as i've always thought of myself as one. and coincidently, destiny too has blessed me with a life about which i hardly have an idea about except that like the rest of the blessed souls in this world, i too am going to end up where you all would. as the economist, Mr Keynes said-" In the long run, we are all dead."

the journey is the important thing. an uncle of a friend used to call me " the rolling stone". of course he used to add "collects no...." you know the old saying? God bless his soul![he passed away a couple of years back]. my life has been an exciting journey. and its these experiences that i may try talking/sharing about here.

we hindus don't leave behind epitaphs. but if there is a possibility, i would love mine to read-" It was a wonderful life,thank you."