Déjà Vu

He walks faster,feeling much fit to walk at an age pushing 60, reaches a few feet ahead and turns around to look at the woman he chose to spend his life with.. walking slowly. Her every step in the gait that makes him feel like he is blessed to have walked his life through with her. Its as if her composure, calm and confidence come as a part of her existance, an earth sign herself. so graceful.
He feels his heart beat faster, flushin a sense of immense attraction, still feeling vulnerable to. She notices his glance kiss her aura.She does the same gesture of running her fingers in her tresses. He feels his heart skip a beat.
There.
That was the Moment.
After six years and a lifetime of eager.
This was the Exact moment he fell in Love. with her presence.HER.
The first time he saw her..

Jus the way he had taken those few steps ahead. to look at her a hearts fill. jus the way she ran her fingers in her tresses. moments turned to time and time passed by. Lived.

Jus as he was thinkin ..déjà vu.
She walks closer to him extends her arm. her fingers still slide into his, jus as the time they held hands first. the same smile, promising love, curves her lips.
feels like a lifetime lived.
All those moments of happiness that they waited for after every fight have been lived. every bad memory, argued about, won, lost and forgotten.
All that remained was the warmth of pullin her closer. No malice impending. No patience survived. No bad memory remembered. Love. thats all that was.
He chuckles . she Understands his mockery was abt the stupidity they shared more than their Love. She remembers their Love anthem. it was jus one line.
"We'll never have a last day together" he'd said.
and then,
She kisses his cheek.

now THAT. didnt happen wen he First saw her. He smiles ..:)

Negative Reality

Its not these steps i've walked through
for their depth weighs me down
makes me wonder, if all they made of me
is a burden to myelf or did they make of me
the person to me that i've known.

I dont wanna close my eyes.
dont want these dreams of unseen
for they make me weak.
I dont wanna close my eyes.
and be Haunted by the nightmares of the known
its in the beyond i seek
cant hold back.
my eyes go shut. helplessness so dark.
i see white sky an Black stars.
into the endless i fall
of a Negative Reality.

Day 2 ,Team Work

For all the planning and the execution that was put into in outlining even the details we cud imagine, it turned out, my estimate stood no chance. The most striking hit was the Freeze temperatures.Though we were wrapped in wool, the nights wud engulf us with the chill in the air around, all the more a reason for us to Find nooks an corners an slices o time to sneak out an have a smoke. it was much more fun listenin to KC cuss :) abt the no-smokin rules .

The mornin was all sketched out. a jog for a warm up.few stretch-ercises. unpatables fer breakfast. and we were to get a teaser of the trek and the climb. it was indeed a small climb uphill. but well laid a track with a few steep enough patches. i think the whole team o 12 somehow came to an understanding of watchin each others back.

Team work. thats wut the day was for us all. We underwent formal introduction sessions an mutual appreciation.As a human trait from ages we elected our team leader, Hetal, who was able an a really sweet girl. easygoing and alert. Quite analogous to the Class Monitor who wud write my name on the black board,all my school life.

Upon us was the task of Entertaining the camp later that night. I really wished and genuinely put forth my worthy exemption.didnt work. does anythin ever?. so there were many an idea an we all zeroed in a Spoof of the Entire Trek. and a national integration retro track in all possible indian tongue, which we all still keep chantin during our nightmares.for it scarred our childhood enuf being played all over DD channels.

End of the day,somehow the camp really was fun.
examples : winners
a.the most insanely trippy "camp fire" which was a a psychedelic assortion of electric lights. in a frenzy color vibe.
b.the warm bournvita
c.the Wierd teddy/disney/bunny shaped trash cans which undeniably looked like either they were gettin humped.or being humped.
d.KC's GIRL. she was this buxom bomb. we all instantly agreed that she was for KC and KC alone.(he was the first to say shez mine.One must understand why!!! :P)
e.sneakin out to the loo late night for a smoke makin phony smoke in the chills :P
:)..

Pritam Singh, and Meat for teeth

FOr all good reasons that drive me to it, I am a 'very' Non-Vegetarian person. There is somethin abt "meat under the teeth" which my appetite strictly adheres to.

Babeli Base camp provided us wid some cooked edibles which were distinctly devoid of chicken. Ben an I both of us were extremely disappointed and decide not to give up. Group in KC and we head out fer a stroll hoping to have a decent meal. turns out not one of the dhabas there serve non-veg food. Fact was not jus disappointing but very disheartening. nevertheless we wud not give up an we take our walk farther, jus so we might as well scope out our surrounding area.

The white waters runnin beside the road, of the river Beas were so vibrant and energetic.In every curve the rapids grew stronger.everythin abt himachal it seemed, had its own charm to it.


We Passed by a souvenir place filled wid crafted decoratives. petty but handicrafted. We get to see how Shawls, the famous woolen wraps, were woven. they literally thread their livelihood.


We stalled our walk fer some fruit extract juice. tangy and refreshing, plus, we had an additional entertainment to watch a playful school of fish in a pool.with our drink done we take back to steps an passed over this gruesomely horrific 'dragon' carved from driftwood by a Baba.A middle aged dude dressed in long orange clothes. not jus that, he had a whole collection of his psychotic-art. There was no doubt that the stubb in his mouth was a joint. too bad we cudnt score. dat dude was definately havin a bad trip.


Before we got outta that scare, hunger panged in our stomachs. We questioned the locals one and too many if we cud find some place to have a decent meat meal. The roads curved to emptiness and disappontment. our last hope walked by to us downhill. An Elderly chap who seemed to be quite amused by 3 stooges craving for chicken. He lets a chuckle after another and leads us to a place where he claimed, a meal of our choice cud be arranged.and so it was.At his very Own Dhaba.we Had to buy some freshly skinned chicken and get it cooked.Jaggu the cook made the wait worthwile. We diced the time with some Splendid tea and the leisure of lighting up. before a few tunes from bollywood ended from the player in shack, the food was ready.

Ben KC an I were Never so hungry for chicken. the crave built up a scrumptuous appetite. and the meal was absolutely delicious. Atlast we found our Sneak out non veg snack shack.

Pritam Singh da Dhaba.

First Sight of Himalayas and Babeli Base camp

The life I've had, everyday, has been as if it were to bring to me somethin new. The night after we flew in the Millenium falcon I saw the most stunning an commanding form of nature, the mountains of the Himalayas. Waking up to a scenery like that can make that mornin a memory for the rest of your life.

I woke up neither to the noise inside the bus nor the cool change in weather. It was the swing. we were swinging accordingly to the curves of the snaking mountain inclines of the road in Himachal.

The routes were playfully beautiful wid an occasional peek at the snow covered Himalayas, everytime we were hurled to the outer roads. Flanked by the river waters which seemed to have reached their calm. the cool breezes got cooler and we decide to jacket ourself some warmth. we realise we were gettin into wut will be our skin fer the entire trek.

We traveled over Kullu and watched the place. Mongers and keepers startin up their day settin up their shops. Their everyday welcomes our first day in Himachal.

We got offboard the falcon a furlong before the base camp and took steps ahead.we walk the roads feeling the breeze so cold.the running waters of river Beas beside us.

The base camp of Babeli was set bang in the middle of the most amazing of the locale.A humble place wid hospitable team and tents fer accomodation. We were welcomed by Lathika ma'm who took us in an got our registration done. Ben and I, we took an instant liking to her. A smile so warm an sweet. Ma'm added care to the camp. somethin that made us very comfortable to the 'adventure camp'.Babeli Camp had adequate facilities of Chilled water fer wash and whatsoever, the tents givin us the Camping feel and people from various parts of India sprawled in unision.

The best of the friends are made in an instance of introduction. And so it hapnd, we met Karthik Chandra whom i affectionately decide to call KC. He added the eastern dimension to Fellowship. Hailing from Puri, working at Delhi, he had remarkable skills in Photography. He was Adventure chaser, lone trekker, a runaway from the mundane and we knew he'd stand by us. We found our homey. little did we know our bonding wud last not just throughout the trek, but forever.

We dock. and let our baggage sleep its tire, for they'd been on our backs so heavy an so long. The Team added up wid us.Meeting Mr.Agarkar whose Deep motivation to achieve the summit along with Mr.Sanjay 'sanju baba' aggarwal.

We needed more paraphernalia than we thot we must, so we head out to Kullu. The town itself was humble and the little bauble of an offering from the towners was their buisiness. We explore the town carefully treading our way thru really huge cows, their unavoidable dung patches and petty bridges. our walk through the market was uphill and enlivened the adaptive life of the locals to the altitude. Me an Ben we scoped out the area in search of the restaurants. the locals are really friendly loving and offer affection first and then their sale. certainly a pleasant deal.

We enjoy the bus ride to and back from Kullu thoroughly enjoyin both. We reach the Camp to be late for the lunch. A Very disappointing lesson learnt. Though we were given some grub in our plates to hog, it was horrifically indistinguishable as to What it was ?. Ben and I jest as to wut cud it be. potatoes. dal. rice. sweetdish. porridge. take a 3 course meal with salad and works,blend and serve. Taste wuz luxury. Its not our metro food habits. its was jus bad. but it WAS food. so we beg our tongues an apology and feed our stomachs. We were so Numb after that. i guess we forgot to complain anymore. if I Do complain later. it was really, really BAD food.

The evening was pleasant. We learn to value sunlight. and our warm wear. The tea added to the get togethers. the company of people and team mates was sweet enuf for us to gulp the hot-water-wid-sugar. the fade-in of the night was fast an dark. a Brightly lit Camp proudly presented us wid the Custom of "Camp Fire". A Long lost ritual of entertainment by the team which was a day old at the camp. frankly it was Quite entertaining. the welcome was warm and appreciable along with a heartful Cheer to the team that was to start their endeavour. Dinner was painfully palatable. but we got to drown that with some warm Bourn (?!!@#$). we head back to our tents warm our blankets and rest.

First base camp.Check.

The Millenium Falcon, the Wookie and Han.

Ponder a while about how Luke an Obiwan had to get dem selves a ride to their destination.I bet you got nuthin close to experiencing wut we did. we experienced the Haryana Transport.

Between all the chaos at ISBT, we meet the Wookie,a conduction machine, who vocally dominated the lot to gain our trust. Forced to buy the tickets to the bus ride at 365 rupees, initial look of the Millenium Falcon was quite disappointing.A rabid bus. Barely any room fer a person. we had to tuck our lug under the seats. Half an hour in time passed wid people swarming the seats an taking every nook of breathing space left in the bus. though tired we were kept awake by the Wookie's war cries. damn dat guy can scream.

The Bus ride was giving us a certain enthusiam which lasted till the city outskirts. we were lost in our conversartions wen we realised how the vehicles on the road were whooshing behind. OK.??!??!!! so the millenium falcon had some power. an then we heard the silence inside the bus. we were goin fast, really really fast. the point came when a Volvo Bus we saw ahead, joined the particles of dust behind us. we needed seat belts. but all we got was to see that one moment. Drivin the bus was han an Wookie both on either front corners of the bus an the empty road between. this was gonna be a joy ride till the morning. every objected that moved on the road wud be fried in the trails left .. In Warp Speed. !!

In between all this i realise this night i'd sleep to wake up an see somethin i've never seen in ma life. Snow covered peaks Of the Himalayas :)

Day,1 and 2 Delhi.

First day in Delhi.. we take to the roads. the conditioned air in the car does little to the heat fryin us. The traffic, clearly had the effect of the Sunday. Our drive leads us to the city walk mall. The level of organisation and infrastructure truly amazed me through out. Malls, i guess, are frequented by the loaded here.the stash in da stores' all designer. Lunch at the food court was massively invaved by tomato and da unpalatable.was really glad i got to eat some chicken.

One of the most amazing thinz dat hapnd was Me an Pre gettin to watch Iron man. Its Definately preserved the attitude of the comics. the CGA were Fantastic an Put across Tony stark jus Right. If you are as deep into comics as i am, the last thing you wanna see is Dis respectful movie abt a superhero you grew up reading. Frankly i really enjoyed the movie :) you must watch.

If you are around Delhi and are at Saket PVR, you must visit the place, Buzz. Beer or a coupla drinks are enjoyable wid the lounge music playin. jus right to keep you light an have a conversation too. i figured therz a McD around every other street in Delhi. like they wud never let you die of hunger atleast.

For my return i chose taking a rikshaw. Ali the riskhaw driver got me to the guest house through most of the calm in delhi. A very friendly chap, probably drunk on a desi (daru) before he gets home to his family of wife an two kids.During our conversation over the fare of 60 bux, he decides to throw in a bonus.He jumps a red signal an hits da breaks bang right inna middle of the road,an says yeh dekho sahab. i see the India Gate Standin tall .In the darkness of the midnight ,even without the artificial luminence, it shone full of pride in the moonlight.Reflexively i get out of the rik and jus stare the empty roads. My day was made. Felt like i saw all of Delhi.

Pandey, the caretaker, sounded glad i made it back to the guesthouse. it freaked the shit outta me. He offers me chilled water and the match to light up.. we smoke in the warm summer night.. the night is refreshing and i enjoy the drop in temp.

i sleep heavy an rest my day.

I wake up an start my day to chilled minty flavoured water in her car. we drive to connaught place. Mother of all capitals. The place is a hive with people bee-ing in vibrance an energy. the coffy I sip charged me for the day. we walked through the hustle an commotion. A part of my head wass constantly buzzin that i am an evening away from the himalayas. We pass over the madras cafe and over a hundred shops tendin satisfaction in the range of offerings. from
trinkets to brands. from a supersized glass o lassi to talentful art being sold on footpaths. seemed like there was this perfect balance in the pains taken to present somethin with a price tag and the happiness in buying it.

I chose to end my lunch with coffy or tea, jus like any hyderabadi would.
evening came wid the darkness in the sky the city lit in brilliance. Ben called an the rendezvous was set at the Metro.

The time that followed i meet Ben Aka Caesar. respect and the times we shared stand strong, i realise, even after a year. we took a moment to pay mutual honor and shoot adrenaline.I still have no freakin Idea how we got past the security wid a coupla swiss army knives and pair o nun-chaks in our baggage. so, we enter the metro.

Its a Program. I was hoping to fight Agent smith der. no such luck tho. :P

Highly Organised an Very facilitationg. the Del Metro is one o the fastest an easiest means of transtport i've ever been thru. We ride to Kashmiere gate and take steps to ISBT. Felt like we were hurled between a pack o wild hungry wolves on leashes. each state had a base station of operation where they'd convince you to oblige. the mess was more evident than the noise around.

We went thru an episode which i claim,is not for the weak of heart or the metally challenged abt star wars.

I reach Delhi

Last nigt was war. Desperation to sleep, 've to be up for the tomorrow and Insomnia. mother@#$%&! . this shit is more messed up than ever. Top that there was this Orphan passenger dude tryina sit in ma berth cuz aint got no where to go. As regulated an cool the temperature was inside the three tier a/c compartment, the scene was hilarious. Indian Transport :)

Spent almost twice the adrenaline waitin in eager. Fun part was the wait at New Delhi station. This porter, Hari ram, 15yrs in the station he spent portin the luggage of the passengers. I buy him tea while i buy myself some coffy. he accepts it humbly an decides to entertain me with information i needed.I strongly jest to myself that either he's bloody stoned, or its the stagnant pool of chaos at the station. He puts me at doubt by carryin my lug with effortless ease and unnecessary, protective Escort.

The New Delhi staion made me claustrophic. its so fuckin hot an sunny outside. I contemplate goin under my shades.

I reach my Guesthouse and meet Pandey the care taker and his wife. both of whom took down their extremely hostile faces and started smiling back after knowin the fact that I'm a doctor. he showed me around while i offer him a couple of smokes. he saves one for later and lit one up. he gets me this sweet tea his wife prepared and made sure I was comfortable.

His Delhi accent of hindi is unfailing and sweet. just like Lassi.
Wut the fuck is it so hot around here anyway

People are basically nice. an good. I begin to love Delhi already :)

Beginning at Home..

Last night was never-ending. Felt like time took to Slow-Mo. Packing done (?) and now the wait seems longer than ever.

Force calls.
Did'nt sleep all night.

Chasing an adventure begins at home, amidst the chaos, turmoil an super charged wakeful. There seems to be an undeniable emotional crux. Mom's love an responsibility of dad. the ties that bind are jus way to many if i go on. But, familial ties seemed thinner an lower to convince an cross over. i jus realised emotions are stupid now. so is excess luggage.

The roads are empty paving open an inviting. there is much, i tell myself. feeling 'on time' gives me the confidence of being prepared.

The Train starts an feels like a moster power vehicle tugging me out of the bonds that ground me.I look out of the window, Have the music to my ears. the Charge of energy inside me so evidently difficult to contain.

Both the need to calm and Boredom takeover with the hours passing. i go jolly smoke this one joint i rolled in the restroom. such stash feels so light after ages. i try hard not to sink in the surroundings of the indian trains. i smoke drag after another waiting for the high. i feel time slow down to bullet timing an realise i am Baked.

Music is divine. Electronic Psy. am glad they omit the vocals. sometimes i wonder if its necessary to know wut the guy is tryin to put across. all that matters is the sound to take you to another level of the conscious.
I float.
Through the comforting rockin of the train i sway.. now, have i started or am i experiencing the start...
Needless to say a 30hr time spent in the train is dominatingly boring.
Alone among many. Free. another jolly old man joins me in a smoke session.
kids running around. the families playin cards. the lunches an dinner being shared,offered.
People & Life. and I'm running away 'through' dem all.

Never would Love an Adventure draw another closer, as they draw me.

my start.

Journey to the Life source.

Myth is that .. the whole of india had been turned to womb of life by the river Ganga.The place of her origin can only guide a jedi's mind to the life source.. to the HIMALAYAS.

Here i am trailin jus another day in my life. waking up to the mundane. workin at the hospital. takin that one smoke thiniking it'd be my last.restin in da cuddles of da warm bean.watchin die hard.. everything done is jus an echo of cliche.a repetitive time lock.. every deed a continuum till you realise the force. the call jus so strong, you cant help but respond in wild instinct..

knowledge and adventure, sometimes can knock you out of your slouchin acceptance to everyday. Jus the sheer energy it gives through is exhilarating. Wut hit me this time is this trek. The thirst to know, to be there, to see and feel the new air of freedom, experience wut more life has to offer, if i choose to explore. The path if i'd choose to take would be promising a destination to the life source.. and to this call, with all the adventurer in me, i shall answer..

this is where i begin.

Crayon Shin Chan

Shin Chan.
Crayon shin chan.. the most adorable kid in da whole world.
i've been catchin up on da series since a while
an the simplicity on this particular japanese manga is jus sweeet !
he's witty, notorious an the cutest

He has an amazing family.
Mitzi, his mom. strict but Loving.
Harry, his dad. for whom family means his Happiness.
his bro/pet Sheero the dog :)
His friends.School.Everyday Issues make the Storyline.

i really like the episode wen his dog falls sick.
well not to mention each an every episode of the lot.
they are jus simply VERY entertaining i must say..
if yer da kind who loves kids..
you jus have to spend some time wid him :) ..

Why Do we SLeeP ?/?!

Why do we Sleep.??!!?!!

When we can eat ..
to replenish energy for our physical need..
when we can defy the repeat..
deStress fatuigue of our deed
when we can find happiness in love..
and answer our emotions we cant contain
stop the question of how
in this reality should we choose.. to remain.

why sleep .?

when our mind remains active .. thinking, Dreaming..
why the detachment to senses.
Why are we so disconnected from the known
why fall unconscious ..
Why Dream..
why 'experience' somethin we have no idea about.

Are we really sleeping. ?