Finally... My europe trip...

Having lost my passport at the fag end of my trip - along with ALL my bloody pictures - had almost given up on the idea of continuing my travelogue here... the last entry was made from helsinki itself...

But since i like to believe that i follow what i tell others to do - The past should be left where it is... In the PAST!

So here i am again...

Post helsinki - had gone to Paris, Lisbon, Barcelona, Venice and Rome..

All in all a very memorable trip... for more reasons than the loss of passport...

Shall write on each of these...

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Reading is what saved me…

Its funny to say or hear this but its true. In my life, books happened very early on in life and I got totally hooked to the escape they offered. Given our financial constraints growing up, books were a cheap way to get those kicks in life. A nearby renting library with an endless supply of M&Bs and Georgette Heyer’s and other similar ‘fluffy’ fiction – made it all super easy. I devoured books from the school library, shamelessly borrowed (and returned) books from friends and neighbors and never shied away from being seen with a book at the every juncture. Its truly a wonder that i didn' t get glasses at that stage in life! Books saved me from the stress that financial constraints bring to a child’s mind. Books saved me from the boredom that brings on negative thinking. Books told me that having and expressing emotions were totally fine – I could shed copious tears while reading without any fear of judgement. I could laugh out loud at a smart and sassy scene. Instead they...

Reunions or Reincarnation: Rediscovering the Lost Self

There’s something almost mystical about reunions. Not the regular catch-ups over dinner, but those epic, trip-based gatherings where classmates convene after decades, as if time were just a decorative illusion. In the past few years, with the slow but steady drumbeat of friends turning fifty, I’ve been both witness and participant in adventures that begin with nervous anticipation and end in riotous laughter—and a kind of rebirth that no ordinary weekend could bring. At first glance, reunions seem to promise little more than nostalgia, some bad dancing, and a few retellings of embarrassing teenage moments. But somewhere between boarding passes and late-night confessions, something extraordinary unfolds. Time collapses. The cracks and scars of the intervening years fade into the background, replaced by a wave of pure, unfiltered joy—like meeting long-lost parts of ourselves we never realized had gone missing. For those fleeting days, we become the version of ourselves that existed befo...

Something from the heart...

कहने को सब कुछ है और है भी सही फिर क्यो लगता है की कुछ है नही जैसे कटरा कटरा में है मेरी ज़िंदगी और कर रही हूँ मैं किसी की बंदगी मॅन करता है कही डोर चली जाऊं शायद तब दिल की गहराई में सुकून पायूं पर दर्र लगता है चले जाने में कही खो ना डू सब सुकून के पाने में ख़ालीपन दिल का अटूट सा एक हिस्सा है शायद ये बेकरारी का ही बस किस्सा है बँधे बँधे से लगते हैं क्यो ये दिन जैसे अपने बारे में सोचना हो एक ‘ सीन ’ खुला आसमान , खुले दिल , खुला दिमाग़ प्यार का जज़्बा और कुछ पाने की आग कुछ प्यारे लोग और कुछ प्यारे पल आज में हो जीना और उमीद में हो कल सोच शायद बहुत छोटी सी रह गयी ज़िंदगी बस गिरह गिरह में बात गयी कैसे कहूँ की मुझसे प्यार करो मेरी टुकड़े में बटी ज़िंदगी को एकसार करो कह कर ...

Rambling on... again..

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