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vNot blogging makes me fidgety with guilt. Yet scary words like stress, grief, depression have such crippling effect they leave one gasping for air let alone sit and play with words.
vI hate rural Bengal. Or as a matter of fact, rural India. The paddy field, the log huts, the posters of B grade movie, hair cutting saloon with bollywood hero’s face on the signboard, the absence of taxis and blue-yellow public buses, the curious gaze of people. You name it and I despise it.
vI don’t feel the same surge of excitement standing on Howrah platform as much as I feel at the departure gate of Netaji Subhas Airport. I might be a snob.
vA new movie song is showing the smalltown hero is stalking his crush and clicking her pictures without her knowledge.  No wonder our Indian men find it so hard to take no for an answer. And then somehow ‘I have a boyfriend’ line becomes an internet troll for girls who use it as last resort to get rid of over-enthusiastic Romeos.
vSome people’s instagram accounts make…

Quote of the Week

I wish I had more friends, but people are such jerks. If you can just get most people to leave you alone, you're doing good. If you can find even one person you really like, you're lucky. And if that person can also stand you, you're really lucky.

-- Bill Watterson

Parenthood

The other day I was going through a newly posted album of a colleague on facebook. I usually never bother to check out what others are up to. I don’t know; my curiosity is always converging towards zero at any point of time about any individual, including people like exes. But then people like me are highly prone to making mistakes every now and then and driven by that reckless attitude I ended up looking at my colleague’s album of her newly established happy family. She looked very happy posing alongside her husband and her infant son, touchwood. She often rants at work about how her life has changed so much after having baby. Among many other incredible talents I possess this great trait of faking interest when I’m internally begging to be spared. So like other girls in the group I too pretend to appear to be absorbed in her amazing accounts of her pregnancy and post-natal days. And then I begin to contemplate.
I belong to a rare subset of people whose generic true reaction to any …

Lessons.

found on internet

Everything

I want you to know that I wish you to be my everything. I know the moment I would express this wish of mine the prudent people out there, the lot that are hardened by the realities of life would come charging at me. “Oh no, you can’t make a person your everything. You shouldn’t.” I know that. At least a part of me does. The part that too has faced the reality, the harshest ones. But somehow I am yet to be a hardcore, cynical person. I wonder if I could ever be. There is a type of people who are always stupid enough to keep their soft edge protected like sacred monument. And I know I would stop being whatever I am the day I would lose that soft edge. So the mellow, not-so-prudent, dreamer little girl in me wants you to be my everything. The one I would see the world with. The one I would share my nonsensical thoughts with. The one who would make my toes curl. The one who would admonish me when I am being unreasonable and bad. The one that would always be the first and the most ardent o…

Quote of the Week

Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them - if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry.
-- J. D. Salinger | The Catcher in the Rye

Yauatcha

Overhyped. Overpriced. Pretentiously small portion of food. Dessert was fantastic though. Could be counted as an overall good experience if someone else paid the bill.









Manali/6: Rumsu

No matter how much I plan before a trip it’s always the unplanned part that turns out to be the most unforgettable. I did plan for Thava. I did plan to sit in the balcony of Naggar Castle looking out at Kullu valley. But I did not plan for Rumsu.
After our visit to the village where they worshipped Raja Bali and Rishi Jamadagni we returned to castle by afternoon. The rest of the day was still unplanned and since it was our last day in DevBhumi we were determined to utilize it to the optimum. We chose to skip lunch and went out again after a little rest. The castle had a guide map of Naggar with nearby tourist points mentioned on it. There we found the name of Rumsu. Upon enquiring we reckoned that Rumsu was a village nearby that had traditional houses and ancient temples. It was already afternoon and I wasn’t feeling too ambitious after our tryst in the morning so we first decided to visit the art gallery nearby.

Nicholas Roerich was a Russian painter, explorer, writer, philosopher (…

Quote of the Week

It is the same woman, I know, for she is always creeping, and most women do not creep by daylight.

-- Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Travel Style/ Naggar

The two days we spent at Naggar were like heaven. Why do good times not last longer? Weather was absolutely pleasant in this picturesque town. The long white shirt kurta and the maxi dress were thrift pieces from Tibetan market in Manali, 450 and 500 bucks respectively. God I love thrift shopping.







Look 1: Top - Tibetan market, Manali
Look 2: Top - Zara, Sneakers - Koovs
Look 3: Top - Biba
Look 4: Maxi dress - Tibetan market, Manali

Half Balance Sheet

Seems like it was only yesterday I was jotting down my list of resolutions for 2017. Spirit was high; optimism was flowing in abundance. Although god knows why I was actually feeling so positive. Sometimes I do or feel things without having a rational explanation. Intuition? Maybe. And yet, 2016 seems so far away now. As if it was only a dream. A bad dream that ended for good but left a bad taste in my mouth. That taste too will eventually fade away with time. Gods do fuck with my mind from time to time, but they have also given me this weird superpower of wiping memories off my brain. I believe in karmic cycle. You make mistake. You pay for them. Then you start again with a clean slate. The universe will see how good you are doing this time. Time is short. Chances are limited. Live. Accumulate good karma. And most important of all, love. Fervently.
Half of 2017 is already spent irretrievably. No refund. No return. So then the question comes to my mind – did I spend my quota well so …

Manali/5: the Lost City of Thava , One Great King and the Cult of Jamlu Devta

While zeroing in on Manali and Naggar I had one very specific target in mind. The lost city of Thava. I came across a reference to this place in a book. Google didn’t help much. No article, no trip report did mention a visit to this place. Even google map would return you with an empty, grey spot where Thava should have been written. After a minute inspection of the map hanging on the wall of Naggar Castle also we did not find Thava anywhere.
Our booking included free breakfast and dinner buffet at Castle restaurant. Last night we had missed this and had gone out to have local food outside in a small roadside stall. Which was delicious. This morning, however, we reached at the breakfast table right on time. Sipping hot, black coffee on the balcony of castle we asked the manager about Thava. He told us it was not far from the castle and also gave us the direction.
After filling our stomach we headed out of the castle. On our way we stopped at the Vishnu temple and the Gauri Shankar te…

Quote of the Week

"Well, if you do cut your throat," said Shadow, trying to jolly Wednesday out of his darkness, "maybe it wouldn't even hurt."

"It would hurt. Even for my kind, pain still hurts. If you move and act in the material world, then the material world acts on you. Pain hurts, just as greed intoxicates and lust burns. We may not die easy and we sure as hell don't die well, but we can die. If we're still loved and remembered, something else a whole lot like us comes along and takes our place and the whole damn thing starts all over again. And if we're forgotten, we're done."

-- Neil Gaiman | American Gods