August 26 -

The birth date of an Indian noble - Mother Teresa. I respect her. But I swear on the mother of all God’s. I am not going to talk about her.

It’s about another women who changed me. In-fact women has the power to transform any complex structure into a cotton candy. In my case it was a girl. Now the story lies half way with too much of space and time filling in. Lets rewind and reload little bit. First year of college was really a lively part of my life. When my innocence and adolescence blended with new colours and concepts, my moral sense went crazy.


And just when your enthusiasm grows, a gentle breeze will kiss you and make you go for your first move. And yes, this girl was a subtle spice who added a tinge of variation to my life.


D**** ***********

Not that great for the first look. Little reserved looking, blunt nose, straight ears and funny figure. People say first impression is the best one. But its just our perception. And my perception for her was poor.

I got bp when I saw her dp. No offence. (joke)

Then how? you may wonder!


Everything we know is what we acquire from our early days. It’s what we cultivate and nurture slowly. More than falling for her I fell for the process of falling for her. As days progresses filmy friends and awkward acquaintance drove me more into the concept of crush than the real inner calling. But, the zing never happens without a spur. Of course she was one of a kind. I never knew or tried to learn about her, but just with the feeling of being loved, I came around her material manifestations like a crazy centripetal ball.


Slowly her reserved looks opened up, I saw new dimensions which was partially in sync with my phase. The more I tried to impress, the more desirable she became.

Her bluntness pierced my sight as sharp as her statements. In total she became a perfect portrait.


And yes the day came. The day I proposed her. More than her response, more than her thought, I was worried about my exaggerated expression to propose her. She said no, but that did not affect me. The real bond of discovering love or making a person feel missed was completely absent. Now, I really feel awkward for doing that.


I wish to turn time and astral travel into her and feel her reaction or to make her say yes.

The only thing I knew about her was MILO. When my classmates were hanging out with her, I felt jealous. More than a simple persona, I perceived the wrong way.


This is what cupid loves to do with immature kids like me.


Well, I am not a kid anymore. I had my turn of games. Some close ones and some passing clouds. But none brought back the innocence. Things are more rational and practical now. Only she had the power to bend rationality and spread imagination dipped with romance. (May be exaggeration, never mind)


Still I would like to be immature about her because, her signature got embedded with freshness. Her memories are pleasant under my memory line.


But, am adding another but here.

I would like to start over everything and introduce myself as a normal friend to you. Even if the moment never materialises, the memory will continue. And I agree, the real self is always a bitter broth to sip in. But that’s what make things make better. Well, these cheesy line are not to butter you. Just a little word play.


Happy Birthday to You! 

My relationship with food

A perfect dish is always a tantalising paradox. With perfect elements and balanced blend, our sense of savour gets seasoned with familiarity. What we claim as our taste is something we acquired from our ambiance.

Whenever the smell from the saucer takes me back to my early days, my satisfaction comes from my upbringing, something which was induced into me. 

Two spoons of sugar, spice, love and loads of imagination made me a mixed broth. As too many cooks spoil the broth, several components made me a confused soul. From the eyes of a foodie I wanted to explore the one secret ingredient that will zest up my taste.

I started to shed my sense of familiarity. From being a subtle sausage I evolved into a spicy sizzler. As fancy flavours garnished me, my spicy senses went overboard. I was not able to handle it. Next came in some sugar coated savouries. In the beginning everything was fresh and fine. But the smoothness lingered longer than I expected .Swimming through the syrup of sugar was too sweet to me. I craved for something bitter. But my veteran tongue had a mind of its own. Bitter was something it has never tasted before. That was the harsh reality it has faced in its gastronomical experience.

 Trying to blend with every individual ingredient, I lost my original flavour and taste. I lost my authenticity.  My appetite for consuming everything together was more suitable. There was no secret ingredient.  A twisted tongue is meant to taste something twisted and mixed like me.

Even my confused soul is meant to be confused to gain a greater clarity.

So my relationship with food is versatility. 

A humongous tale

Fiction was always a figment of my imagination. But becoming the fragment of my fairy tale was something ahead of my functions. Every fraction of my filaments was filled with fructose. Quite a Frankastine marched from me. Being a F-maniac, I moved on to T & K.

Tung and Korigad.

Comic sans is a font style which goes in sync with thought bubbles. My comic sense scripted its own serene statements on the shimmering roads of Tung.

I requested mercy. But without compromise it scaled its majestic manifestation up, up and above the clouds. On 15^th august 2015, with patriotism at its peak monsoon marathon pushed me on the toughest terrains of Pune. Adjusting on space and time, I completed one of the complicated and coveted trail.

What’s next? -  The roads of Paradise.

Ever went on ride on the clouds? Ever levitated away from the hassles and the hurdles of city?

I did.

With natural fuel sprinkling on me, my mileage for adventure pierced me through the curvatures clouds cleansing though our souls.

This is where you stop and stay WOW! A heavenly experience!

As soon as I crossed these roads, I witnessed paradise on my path. Soon, I had to stop because the path ahead was just extra rounds of rumbles and rubbish. My expectations exceeded, my expressions exclaimed energy, pure energy.

The clouds cleared and feeble colors were feasible to be witnessed by my elementary eyes.  Engaging all the vigor my tempo raised with the number of steps.

But, at this point, I missed some selfish selfies and some pretty portraits from my previous trip.

 (I-Phone ka mahima Or Mahima ki I-phone)

Well, the gap was filled with the slow torrent of reverse water fall.  Dipping my domestic and dynamic body on the cloud kissed ponds opened up my senses on Korigad. And this is where true illumination enthralls in you.

6 feet of pure h2o filtered and filled with little kandha baji and hot cutting chai added spice and salt to the ambiance.

Slowly I got lost and reduced to nothingness. (Nirvana)

The return journey of 70 km and buffalo baths was a perfect add on to this boon.

What more can you expect?

Monsoon marathon hits a hat-trick and ends here.

RAJGAD-A CELESTIAL BEING ON EARTH

Since my inception, I started my unquenchable quest for a superlative quotient. My paradox for this celestial being went deeper than oceans, wider than sky and faster than gossips. Rapid rumors and mesmerizing myths drove to different altitudes and bestowed me with wrong attitudes.

My 24 year expedition for beauty was just meaningless, literally meaningless. Neither Mumbai nor Pune, none of them were convincing.

From the eyes of a connoisseur even a feather is just lame filthy foam. Well, by the time you cross this phrase you would have judged my taste. My perception for personas protrudes beyond your senses.

As my narration goes on its peak, let me also introduce my sliding point in a while.

My quest ended at Rajgad.

(GENDER DISCRIMINATION)

It must have been Ranigad.

When you go to an exotic place, you get morphed and merged with it. Your soul gets soaked, steamed and stirred in its beauty.

Ranigad my second love (Don’t get curious)

Ever heard of the philosophy of true love, you escalate; you elevate and finally become elite. This celestial, heavenly chic has crazy curves and wild turning points. Moving on her was a blend of pain and pleasure together. I was almost on the verge of becoming an Olympian. (Keeping Aphrodite in mind)

The magic monsoon rains gives you powers. Every moment I died and resurrected again and again just to get astonished and get admired by her splendor.  When you dig or drill down the roots of Davinci or Dan brown they say, god was revealed by orgasm. I experience it here – Enlightenment. 

But, beware of this bliss. They are contagious.

After 2 hours hard trek, I reached an arch, where the almighty resides. With silver clouds on the bottom and the mount, everything was white with a little tinge of purple pop ups.

What about the welcoming pat?

Percussion beats and sizzling strings of the dreamy drizzles filled my ears with honey. Yes, I was in paradise.

Fiction and fantasies always fascinates you to flap your fragile wings to cross lines. But a single fact can slap you to slide from the A – Z. Her heavenly beauty was way beyond my reach. I became a star on earth, a laughing star. (Tare zameen par)

Every step I went I way from her, I slipped and slid all my way down. Struck by her celestial beauty, my sense of salvation went berserk. She is an addiction. I just have to mark an apostrophe and abandon her right now.

Let me catch you with the next stop. More divine than desirable.

 Its Tung and Korigad.

Monsoon marathon continues….

GANGS OF VISAPOOR

Impressions are dark. Impressions are intense. Impressions gives you a high as hard as the old monk who accompanies me.

But, for the first time they were wet, muddy, squashy and refreshing.

On august first 2015 my impression for the day ahead was sober. Subtle Saturdays are like boiled eggs. Sometimes they are half boiled and sometimes they are over boiled. Nothing was neutral about it.

But, this is where the anticipation comes in.

What’s next?

Anticipation ends and action begins.

Monson in pune is equal to Stephen Hawkins parallel universe. I am not sure about the Hawkins part but I am certain about the fancy fairy land everyone wants to visit.

Yes, now am in the right place and right time.

With all ammunition (food) and gadgets (More food), I headed to meet a gang.  A bunch of terrific and scientific personas were waiting round the corner of the highway.  

These gangsters work under a drug discovery company called Ad-Venus.

First, I was little scared to fit in. But, you know what?

Misfits join the misfits.

We all kick started out four stroke engine with a nature to nurture the nature.

First few married men, then some youngsters and very few attractive women (Exaggeration: P) froze their sense of socialism to mingle and twingle with others.

How do you break the ice?

With water?

 No, with a water fall!

Water is an amazing elixir which liquefies any solid stuff. With water inside and outside we started to mingle. Few selfish selfies and picturesque portraits brought us together.

Here comes the tough and tantalizing part.

A beautiful landscape covered with shrubs, with a narrow pathway and embedded with humongous rocks with water flowing on it crossed our way. Sounds sizzling, but trust me, it broke my back bone.

 

We made it.

Our gut and grammar for adventure grew stronger at every fall.

Like 1974 raj dooth (Royal enfield) our lungs and heart pumped out fresh blood and pure oxygen from visapoor.

Like a desi sharuk, we all made our signature victory pose after reaching the fort. We became the GANG OF VISAPOOR.

Next stop to this monsoon marathon is RAJGHAD. Stay Tuned.

Say scientists……:P

My Butterfly Effect

School life was a cocoon . I never worried about how I carried myself. Right out of the cocoon, things elevated. A sense of colour, taste and excitement overpowered my rational thinking. New varieties, new people and new statements changed my perception. A fresh vibrant pair of wings blossomed out of my back. At every flap, I reached new heights of atmosphere. 

First friendship, then fashion and of course few show off clouds in-between.

At every flap, there was a new lap. And at every check point, there were distractive elements which made sure to keep me off the track.

Again when i reached the right path, I realised that the concept of journey was more interesting than the destination or the tolls in it.

The concept of friendship and style was more appealing than the friends.

I stopped my flight and wondered how true signature comes out of every individual. 

With a hazy and foggy cloud blocking my view, I bumped into a big bird.

No it was another guy with wings. But little different. He said he was cupid. I said how stupid you are. Don’t you have a sense of direction?

Can’t you see?

He responded me with a sarcastic grin and flew away. 

What a weird guy, I said to myself and entered a new zone.  A new sphere.

Now, my life levitated.

This was something I was experiencing for the first time. Like a breath of fresh breeze, a gust of wind gently brushed my wings and tingled my nose with alluring aromas. 

It made me turn anti-clockwise to notice it. Wow, I felt like a life line waiting to embrace me. Gradually, I found myself at the epicentre of new pretty, gentle and mesmerising group of personas. 

It must be the opposite sex I guess! 

My angle for these angels went absolute. 

Is this love? It’s so amazing.

As, I was wandering clueless behind every women, I again saw cupid giving me a sarcastic grin on his face.

Actually I liked it this time. 

Love is stupidity.

With cupid, its cupidity.

And cupidity is cute.

But we tend to love the love stories more than lovers. 

I gave a harsh thrust with my wings and came out this stupid atmosphere.

The next phase called maturity was awaiting my arrival . I peacefully flapped my wings and flew away to make my own signature.