Monday, April 11, 2016


She is like the other half of the moon..
Dark and dusky some times..
Bright with light sometimes..
Whoever she is..she says 'no' to all my wishes..
And always asks me questions..
Why do you think you are sane..while you'd love to hang out with me..?? She says...
I couldn't ignore her..For I loved her as much as I hated her..
Her presence gives me a strong sense of self,
but also throws me in to an abyss of isolation..
We are in conflict with each other all the time..
Yet she is essential to my identity..
She is like my own shadow I couldn't get rid of..
Poor me..I'm too tired and gave up trying..
I have no other way but to embrace her...
For I need to feel complete now..
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Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Then I found books..

Any sort of expression in it's most sincerest form is irresistible..I would love to listen to people who speak their mind with all honesty...A pure expression of despair,joy,sadness or not to mention,it could be bad vibes,but what ever,that honesty in expressing themselves always appear quite  fascinating for me..But these days everyone is trying their level best to be the best version of themselves in front of society..Needless to say we afraid of revealing our true selves to others because they might take advantage..So we usually put our best smile on,although our life is a complete mess some times..I know,I'm not an exception though..Then I stopped indulging in formal,forcible and meaningless talks...But who else could have the most passionate and tempting tales to tell us other than people..
And thennnnnnnnnnnnnnn,I found books...
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Thursday, March 3, 2016

Norwegian Wood - Haruki Murakami

These Japanese authors I've read so far,their novels have a unique way of narration..From Yasunari Kawabata to Kazuo Ishiguro,and now Haruki Murakami,every write-up has an undercurrent of a certain calmness and sadness..When you start reading these novels,initially nothing much appears exciting or soul stirring..In most of the plots,always the agitation stays in the background..And the foreground is beautifully trimmed by simple talks...I mean very simple..You never get to know when you are falling into a ravine all of a sudden because the calmness is surprisingly seasoned by intense emotions and Catch 22 situations..
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'Norwegian wood' is one such beautifully crafted story by Japanese author Haruki Murakami..This is the story of Toru Watanabe,our protagonist,studying in Tokyo..He stays in a dormitory in Tokyo with Nagasawa,an intense narcissist and friend of him..Toru spends most of his free time with his best buddies Naoko and Kizuki...This group of three was inseparable..Naoko and Kizuki share a very rare relationship..They are in love since their childhood..Toru narrates his experiences as a student and his simple life in dormitory..Everything goes well until the sudden suicide of Kizuki and also Kizuki's sudden demise takes a toll on Naoko's mental health..Then Toru tries to help her to overcome her sadness in asylum..Meanwhile he deeply fell in love with her and he keep visiting her frequently..Sometime it appears like he is taking advantage of her vulnerable condition but Toru feels  like Naoko is his responsibility after Kizuki's death...Reiko,the guitarist and Naoko's close companion in asylum become friends with Toru...Toru's assurances and support helps Naoko's recovery...But there comes Midori,a fellow student of Toru,and her entry in his life brings an unexpected turn in Toru's life..The remaining story is all about that clutch..

Coming to the characters Naoko and Midori looks like two opposite sides of a coin..Naoko is calm, soft and full of sadness where as Midori is crazy and full of life..Nagasawa is one more interesting character full of narcissistic ideas..Toru's life is a constant depiction of clash between morality and practicality..He has to choose between either sides..
There are few concepts which I don't like or I fail to understand but altogether it is a wonderful read..

Here are few interesting lines from the book..
Nagasawa. He was a far more voracious reader than me, but he made it a rule never to touch a book by any author who had not been dead at least 30 years."That's the only kind of book I can trust," he said. "It's not that I don't believe in contemporary literature," he added, "but I don't want to waste valuable time reading any book that has not had the baptism of time. Life is too short..
Balzac, Dante, Joseph Conrad, Dickens," he answered without hesitation."Not exactly fashionable."       "That's why I read them. If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking..
Nagasawa is beyond liking or not liking. He doesn't try to be liked. In that sense, he's a very honest guy, stoic even. He doesn't try to fool anybody.
"I'm just an ordinary guy - ordinary family, ordinary education, ordinary face, ordinary exam results, ordinary thoughts in my head.""You're such a big Scott Fitzgerald fan... wasn't he the one who said you shouldn't trust anybody who calls himself an ordinary man? You lent me the book!" said Naoko with a mischievous smile.
"What makes us most normal," said Reiko, "is knowing that we're not normal.
I probably still haven't completely adapted to the world.' I said after giving it some thought. "I don't know, I feel like this isn't the real world. The people, the scene: they just don't seem real to me."
I don't know you well enough to force stuff on you.""You mean, if you knew me better, you'd force stuff on me like everyone else?""It's possible," I said. "That's how people live in the real world: forcing stuff on each other."
Death exists, not as the opposite but as a part of life."
What I learned from her death was this: no truth can cure the sadness we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness, can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see that sadness through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sadness that comes to us without warning.

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Wild Cries..

So many minds..So much of thinking..
Pouring opinions all around..
Political,religious,national...What not ! the list is endless..
So much of conflict..So many verdicts..
Nobody is here to listen to your unique fact nobody cares..
Everyone is here for 'approval' of their own cries...
So many views...So many voices...So many vibes..
In the end every voice is going to melt away in the endless noise..
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Thursday, February 4, 2016


Turning every page...reading every chapter...
Immersing myself in to the deep ocean of words..
I was looking for someone..
Some stranger from faraway places...
But wherever I go I found her right before me..
Every time smiling and asking,"Do you remember me ?"
I was perplexed and said "No" and moved on..
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Friday, January 8, 2016


Her thoughts flow in to the streams of linguistic disorders..
Like a wild fall from the misty mountains..
The two weird streams from the same origin aspiring to unite in an orderly channel..
Forsaken and flake off,deceived by her own duality..
The wild flow is insignificant in the infinite calm sea...
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Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Manali - Himachal Pradesh

Our next stop from Manikaran was Manali via Kullu..As we were already acquainted with the most interior and rural Himachal,(Sangla and Chitkul) Manali appeared to be a bit commercialized and crowded place when compared to those,nevertheless it was as awesome as any other place in Himachal with wonderful sceneries..The best thing about Manali is Bias river quietly flowing on one side of the road..
Here we go with the pics..
Manali main street..

The most popular Hadimba temple...

Man with Yak...

Vashishta temple..

This is the view from our cottage..

Bias river

Some strange fruits called Persimmon fruits or Japani fruits..

We had our dinners in Chopsticks restaurant during our stay..The Chinese food is very delicious here..

Women with Angora rabbits...

Friday, December 18, 2015

Jhalori Pass - A deadly pass : Himachal Pradesh

We had been to Jhalori pass and Reckong Peo almost three years back but finally now I get to post about our travel experience..What to do !!! Lazy me..
 We had stopped at Jhalori pass on our way to Manikaran via Karcham..It is known as one of the world's most spectacular and dangerous roads..Only those who are good behind the wheels can try this way and we were really lucky enough to have a skillful driver with us on this tour..I must say,it is the most adventurous ways traveled so far..We enjoyed this adventurous drive more than Rohtang pass..The drive through the narrow dangerous curves was a memorable one...Jalori Pass is at an elevation of 10,800 ft above sea level in the Kullu dt. of Himachal Pradesh..This pass remains closed in peak of winter only..

Our plan was from Reckong Peo  --  Rampur -- Shongtong bridge,Rang -- Via Karcham-- Jhalori pass -- Manikaran..

Here we go with the pics of an awesome experience....
Some pictures were taken from the car so picture quality was a little bit poor..
This is one of the scary turns....

 Roads clearing operations were conducted frequently on these dangerous rocky ways..

 Himachal woman in traditional clothing..

 Matha Kali temple,Jhalori pass

The lovely vehicle that shared our excitement of 25 days road trip in heaven
Tikku with Himachal kids

 Men at Work

Thursday, December 17, 2015

Reckong Peo - Himachal Pradesh

Our next plan in our road trip was from Sangla Valley to Reckong Peo..We started from Sangla in the morning around 9.30 after finishing breakfast,I still remember the delicious garma garam Paranthas at  our Sangla stay..We reached Recong Peo in one and half hour..Reckong Peo,simply called 'Peo' by locals is headquarters of Kinnaur dt.,It is situated at a height of 2,290 mt..We spent few hours  hours in that beautiful little town and headed towards Rampur for our night stay..Rampur is just 98 km away from Reckong Peo and it took nearly 3 and half hours for us to reach there..We crossed  Shongtong Bridge,built on Sutlej at Raang on our way...From there it took nearly 2 hrs to reach Rampur..As we do not have pre-bookings for our stay in Rampur,we struggled a little to find a place in the late hours but finally we found one..

These pics were taken on the way from Sangla valley upto Reckong Peo...

The Baspa Hydro power project,

 Colourful Himachal Shawls..

A specialist tailor making Kinnaur caps (Pahari topi)..

Pahari topis...

The market place,Reckong Peo..