Love is that distinct memory from your past that once made you feel complete.
And I have tons of those; like the one…when I was eating Butterscotch Ice cream and walking hands in hands with a girl in the middle of a basketball court of some university in Nairobi,Kenya. I ended up playing a basketball game with some really cool Kenyans
Or the time I drove us (on a motor bike) from District 1 to District 7 of Ho Chi Minh City at roughly 2:30 am in the night after consuming at least few liters of beers, a sheesha and few 30ml Whiskey on the rocks. Trust me, I didn’t feel an inch of alcohol in me, I was rather high with the idea of falling in love with her. (Please don’t drink and drive)
I can list them all but that’s exactly not the point; I recently lost my travel diary of 2013, I had traveled to 7 countries last year and had documented every amazing memory in that shiny bundled bunch of paper but now it’s all lost. It did make me feel a little sad but eventually I realized I have them all right here in my head and if not the head, it’s in my heart.
I will start writing a new travel log diary for 2014 and I will keep blogging my stories but that won’t change the fact that every legendary memory of love will be written in ink straight into the hard coded memory of my heart.
Because it was these moments when I felt complete and it’s these moments I would like to think about before it all ends.
A perfect way to live; create a list of things you want to do, find ways of how you wanna do it, live in sprints, reflect and consolidate the sprints by the end of the month, make a life — feeling Geeky & Reflective.
Yes that sounds like “Project Management”; it actually is.
I think it’s an apt way of living life; it’s controlled yet drives you towards the infinite, it’s dreamy yet you can track your achievements, it’s planning your future yet living in your present. It makes you feel ‘balanced’ in life.
Last year on 30th December 2013 I wrote a blog post called “10 small things I want to do in 2013″
I will now begin my reflective journey and start consolidating my sprints in the year 2013. I know I have almost completed every thing I mentioned on the list of 2013 (except traveling to Vietnam – I still have 13 days to go) but the question is: Have I really lived 2013?
“Yes, travel — but just not for too long”
The question is, when is that “Too long”?
Originally posted on Inspiration through Impact:
One year after I started traveling, I was back home suffering from the classic telltales of reverse cultural shock, which no one seemed to understand and with increasing frustration (also to others) and dreams of getting on a plane as soon as possible a friend asked what I’m running away from. My mother constantly wants to know when I will “settle down” and join the “real world”. A boyfriend once commented on and told me to stop running away, face my daddy issues and live life.
I’m not sure why, but there is this perception out there that anyone who travels long-term and isn’t interested in settling down to be running away from something.They are just trying to “escape.”
The general opinion is that traveling is something everyone should do — that gap years after college and short vacations are acceptable. But for those of us who lead nomadic lifestyles, or just linger a bit too long somewhere, we are running away.
A strong knock on my room door resonated with the decibel of pain that my forehead was rejoicing. Pain; caused due to a certain phenomenon known as hangover. It was a brilliant Friday night. I have faint memories of consuming bottles of wines, encountering random people at the Clarke Quay bridge including this chubby Brit woman who was trying to seduce this Brit guy in our group and of course I remember dragging myself out of the dirty ocean line waters of East coast park.
Yes, it was a long night. All of it, worth it. Precisely, the rejoicing.
Even though it was the middle of the day, I wasn’t expecting anyone to knock on my doors. I was in no state to receive the knock leave alone the responding. The intensity of knock escalated within seconds, it faded into my sleep like the Sunday night beats of Tiesto,Real hard. Someone was really desperate or really worried perhaps.
When the knock was athletic enough to actually wake me up, I struggled but finally managed to screech,“Who is it? Come in“. I didn’t even move my head while I screeched, for starters the head won’t move because of the pain and over that, I really did not want to open my pit red eyes.
The door squeaked as I could feel someone’s presence in the room. A familiar female voice quietly spoke my name as if trying to whisper in my ears.
I managed to lift my head and turn towards the source of the delicate sound that had embarked my ears, I opened my eyes to see a faint figure of a women dressed in peach, or it could be white or yellow, it was all hazy. I wasn’t able to tilt my head high enough to be able to see her face but it all felt familiar, felt known. The pain was adding to the reluctance in my movements. I gave up. My head was back on the pillow and eyes shut like the doors of a gold safe with multiple locks. For a moment, I was sleeping again.
I could feel her voice, she was saying something I couldn’t really decipher. As I struggled to lift my head up or open the locks, I felt a hand on the back of my neck, the hand lifted my head and positioned it on a something really serene and cozy, It was her lap; in split of a second, I knew who the person was. I can never forget the warmth and comfort of this lap, I have been resting my pain on this lap for a long time now. I felt her hand on my forehead and my pain diffused like gases in the air; within moments, I was asleep. Carefree; I felt home.
A facetime call on the ipad startled me up at around four, I woke up in an instant, I could still feel elephants pounding on my head but my lock free eyes were looking for someone or even a faint trace of that someone who had been here, but nothing, except the sandy floor nothing else was different from the last time I had woken up in that room.
It was a dream. All that knocking, I made it all up but somewhere in my heart the comfort was real.
We don’t really need to be told what we really need or want, we just have to read our own hearts. We know it, perhaps all it takes is to see between the dreams
Five Weeks, and I will be home; countdown begins!
So what do you do when you lose your home keys at 3:00am in the morning and are unable to reach your bed? What do you do when no one opens the door you’re desperate to enter? When no one responds to your billions knocks?
Such are moments when I wish I was at home but I ain’t.
So, what do you do? You head for office. Yes, 3:30 am office (Glad I had my access card to the office).
Here I’m in the office at 4:22am in the morning listening to “Hall of Fame – The Script feat Will.I.am”.
Standing in the hall of fame
And the world’s gonna know your name
Cause you burn with the brightest flame
And the world’s gonna know your name
And you’ll be on the walls of the hall of fame
That’s exactly opposite to what I should be feeling right? But the fact is, I believe in experiences, I believe in every instance impacting our lives in a positive sense. This, yes this, is indeed going to be a learning experience.
NEVER OPEN A WINE BOTTLE WITH YOUR OWN KEYS.
Considering the exponential growth in technology, I’m sure at this moment it is easier to count the numbers of stars in the world than counting the number of problems India as a country is facing. I could list them or try to but that is not the reason why I’m writing this blog post.
There is no one solution to these problems being ‘aggravated’ in my nation. There is no one set of people that can implement a change. You see my country is many countries in one, many religions in one, many states in one; beat this, we don’t even look the same…haha!
1,220,800,358 plus a bunch of “Arm Chair Indians” or NRIs.
1.23 Billion Souls. I’m sure you know what it takes to manage 60 students in a class? 140 people in an office? 40,000 people in a stadium? Imagine: 1.23 Billion souls. What would it take to manage them? Keep in mind, we live in a democracy.
Every religion, cast, state, sex, creed has it’s own belief, own thought process, own language; and we need to respect and accept them all.
We are changing slowly. I will not deny that but that slow change is costing us a bad image in the world.
Bad Image? Hmm…I’m glad our bad image is not as bad a country that ‘attacks other countries in the name of peace’, I’m glad that our bad image is not an image where ‘we color people black or white’, I’m glad our bad image is not as bad a country who employes their own men as cheap slaves, I’m glad our bad image is not as bad as a country that ransacks treasures of other countries for ‘future sakes’; I’m glad, that my country has a bad image of being under developed. And I’m really okay with that.
So as long as we’re moving towards a positive India, I’m good.
Though, on the other hand, I do encourage the youth of India to do their part. It could start with tweeting positive things about India to being aware of their surroundings to Not pay a bribe for education to help a fellow citizen when in need to respect a foreigner that wants to discover India to writing positive thoughts about India to apply for positions like IAS, IFS to just being another Indian that feels the need to change. Just one simple thought of Change is all India needs but from EVERYONE.
We can start slow.
I have no intentions of inspiring anyone with this post. It’s just something I wanted to pen down a day before our 67th Independence Day. Sort of freeing myself?
But if there is one message I want to pass on to anyone reading this would be the following.
Roman Rolland once wrote, “If there is one place on the face of earth where all the dreams of living men have found a home from the very earliest days when man began the dream of existence, it is India.”
Inch by Inch. Step by Step. Someday. One Day.