Back From the Dead. More Like Undead

I'm trying to make a 'comeback' to blogging. Like most, much hyped comebacks in Bollywood, this one too seems to be like a disaster. My next attempt will be an item no. An attempt after that will have a to be a reality TV stint. I really don't want that so I'm going to make this a successful piece.

Where do I begin? Should I tell you about my trip to Kasol, in Himachal Pradesh? Oh how I yearn for that trip again.

Just wandering around hills and streams, eating delicious food, sitting on a huge rock in the middle of a stream and reading a book and falling asleep in comforting sunlight.

I am just making it sound more romantic than it was. Memories afterall are stories we tell ourselves. John Slattery's words not mine. We blur the parts we don't like, enhance the brightness of particular portions and ignore everything else.

Coming back to the Kasol trip. It was life changing in many ways. Back from the beautiful hills I decided to quit my job and figure out life. This was followed by more trips to Pondicherry, Kodaikanal, Calcutta, Delhi, Jabalpur, Kota, Ladakh, Gokarna and now I've reached a new continent.

Though I still haven't figured out my life. Some more wandering and wondering will be necessary to get to the bottom of this. While I do that I'll try and write more, a lot more. The one thing I did figure out was that writing is the only thing that can keep me alive.

Keep an eye on this space for my next item number. It might just be a blink and miss cameo.

Oh and here's a picture from Kasol, year 2013. ©

THRONE THEORY

Big ideas or even small ones always strike on the throne. They hit you when you are helpless and depend on your dying ability to remember things. I believe I have a logic to explain this idea striking on throne phenomenon. Of course I will explain, even if you don't care. This is my blog and my words rule here.

Every time we sit on that grand throne we sit to give out something from within. It might be in any form but all of it goes out, it leaves us. As a result of this there is a vacuum. When something old goes, something new steps in to take it's place.

Shit or pee leaves you, ideas strike you. They are fresh and new, coming because the old has left you and there is place and scope for change.

Bereft of ideas, creativity imagination? Chuck the pot and hit the throne. Am already on the way to my queendom.

DUCK WORTH

A short trip with my parents into the heart of nature might soon become the highlight of my life. So far and trust me this is very far, I have know clue what I want to be or do in this life. No one asked me whether I wanted this life or how I wanted it to be.

Creator the dictator just took the decisions and sent me on earth as a human being. A common stupid creation which he/she creates every two seconds. And the irony is through out this human life I am trying to be different.

Since this life is a decision made by the other, I am now working on my plans for the next. My choice shall prevail. I will make sure it does.

So I kind of have an idea what I want in my next life. This little trip I made this weekend helped me reach this decision. And for all the fossilized concerned people, my parents approve of my choice.

In my next life I wish to be born as a duck in the wild. Even better, a duck living in a resort on the banks of Kabini river in Karnataka, India.

If my plans workout this is how my next life will be:

I will definitley not be the Alpha duck so all I will have to do is follow one.

Wake up as the sun rises and follow my clan into the lake/pond/river. Its perfect morning workout as it requires a lot of cackling. But like dumb humans, ducks don't need to work out.

Float around in the water for a bit and then cackle back to the land, stroll around and dry myself.

Move closer to the soft ground again and breakfast with some worms and soft grass.

This is what I will be doing throughout the day.

In between I will cackle up and attack anybody who comes too close to my clan with a weird object in their hand.

When the sun starts setting again I will take one last round in the water come back, tuck my neck in and fall asleep.

The only thing I will dread is being eaten by a human or a crocodile.

What a beautiful life. I cannot wait to be born again as a slender white duck with an orange beak. You will be tempted to click a zillion pictures of me but if you get too close I will chase you and bite you.

From now on I shall pray and hope all of you will also pray that I come back to this earth as a duck. Colour, height or weight does not matter as long as I can float on water and cackle up a storm!