Sunrise 6 a.m.
Sunset 6 p.m.
Many come to see sunsets and hardly anyone is excited about sunrise. People travel across lands, spend thousands on commute, have specific spots, all for viewing sunsets.
Some do it for a sunrise, but it’s just bunch of people compared to the thousands who are excited to watch a sunset.
I’ve seen both, sun-sets more than rises, and I could tell you they look the same, only the direction of the sun changes, and the before and after changes.
The warming sun after a sunrise is always more pleasant than the shivery cold breezes after a sunset. Yet, we love sunsets and are not very excited about seeing a sunrise.
So when you rise today, no one is going to care but when you start going down; thousands are going to come to see you go down, pleased. Just don’t get disheartened, it’s hardwired in people.
People love distruction, people love shivery cold breezes.
Endless beaches, sandy dunes, shiny shores, mountain cliffs or quicksands, itchy clothes, sandstorms, mirages and oasis. What’s the first thing you think when you hear about sands?
Every harsh tale you’ve ever heard of about sands, all seems to be a lie in front of this gorgeous sunset at Jaisalmer, Rajasthan, India.
And then you look around, dry, desert, death, that’s all you see. And the desert tales seem to be true again.
Forts still stand, the sand castles of the King’s, the winds dry and warm, and everything hiding from the sun.
But could sand really be that harsh?
I guess it is just the experience someone had with it or it is just the two sides of a coin, rather the two sides of the sand.
The 10 year challenge?
Well, no, just nostalgia.
Every day there’s a new high, every day there’s a new low, and some days are just there to pull you down. No one wants to come with you, no one wants you to go.
You are there, sitting, staring at blank walls, and doing absolutely nothing. The time seems to have come to a standstill, but the clock still ticks, the days still pass, the pages on the calendar still turn, but you are there, frozen.
You want to do something, but you can’t. So you just roll the die, that had always been in your palm and a piece on a board moves. The only sole board game piece that moves in the frozen world.
And then you hear someone shout, “Ludo!”, a call that brings you back to life. A wave of energy that fills the room, and roars of “You cheated!” following it. And then there’s a mum laughter, filling up the room and then loud laughs overwhelming the silence.
Just one game of Ludo, one leap back into the past got everyone moving, brought everyone back to life.
For sometimes, problems don’t need a solution, they just need a different way of looking at them, they just need you to be excited about the opportunity, and not stressed about the path.
I’m tired and I NEED SLEEP.
Long vacations sound exciting but there is nothing more tiring than it.
It has been 6 days that I haven’t had a sound 8 hour sleep. Soft beds and comfortable rooms? Everything is a lie. There is nothing like that.
The best bed is the one at home and the most comfortable room is your entire city. Everything else sucks.
Yes, it is fun to walk around unknown streets, unlocking new achievements and unboxing exciting experiences, but that is if you’ve had enough sleep. That happens if your curry is not too spicy and your pasta is not sweet. It happens only in movies, it’s a faux tale.
To say you’ll walk around the city with your friends who could snore in a bus and you cannot shut your eyes in a hotel bed, is a lie. To say you’ll roam around the city and have the energy to do it, while no one wants to tag along, is a lie.
I’m too tired, I want sleep. And I’m sleeping like right now. I’m not going anywhere, I’m not moving out of this bed until it’s morning. I’m not leaving this spot until… until… I’m finally able to sleep. Well, it won’t happen but I’ll try.
I want to see more sunsets like these, I want to sit at home and surf through memes until sunrise.
I want to have the most amazing traditional food this place could offer, I the cup of morning coffee to touch my soul.
I want to go home, I want to explore this historic miracle.
The Emperors and The Kings and The Riches and The Nobel, made houses, gigantic house, termed forts and castles.
Some so huge, that their shadow engulfed a town and some so gigantic that it was a town.
Each castle as big as the King’s ego, and each empire as wide as the Emperor’s ego. They made huge castles and forts only to protect themselves from other nations. But it rather got attacked because it was huge.
Each Emperor saw another empire as a blemish on his pride and tore it down. Someone’s broke ego, someone’s gained pride.
The ruins still remain, the broken forts still remain, the decaying stone walls still remain, on each side of war, the attacked and the attacker.
All pride shattered like the fort. The only thing that remains untouched, unscarred, are the events of centuries ago, their memories and the history.
The history seems to be repeating itself with each one of us making our own empires with high wage jobs and offices. The only problem is when a King did his job, it was written down, your’s acts won’t be.
So what are you up for creating, memories or empires?
I hardly spend any time with you. You leave even before I wake up and by the time you come home for lunch, I had my lunch already, left for my office or just woke up and I’m having my cup of “morning” coffee.
Even if we are home together, I have my lunch in my room instead of spending some time with you.
Before you come back home after a long day, I leave for gym or I’m too busy doing things that are not important.
We have dinner in different rooms too. You have it on the dining table in the living room, where we are supposed to have meals, and me, I’m in my room, too busy with some Netflix.
We could talk after dinner too, right? And we could talk in the morning too, and I can pause and talk to you too, and we can go to family dinner once a week and talk there too, and… And I know I’m wrong.
I’m just glad this came soon. You’ve spent your life for me and I cannot spend a few hours with you. I hope I could fix it, I could change it, and I’ll try my best.
Hey Dad, I’m sorry and…
Papa, you’re awesome.
A water body in the middle of a land mass seeming to hold interminable amounts of water. Seeming to have no source or drain, unless you refer the map.
A body so big, you are afraid, afraid to leash it’s unbounded power, afraid to explore it’s depths, afraid to know it, afraid of it. And yet you visit it, adore it, try to capture it’s immenseness in your cameras, try to understand it, try to know it, just like life.
It’s vast, wide, immense, deep, boundless and mysterious. You don’t know where life starts, you don’t know where it will end, you don’t understand it, and yet you are here, trying to make sense of it.
We are all out with our cameras, running photography session, trying to get to the other bank where the view might be better. And then to the other when we see something better there.
Always running around the lake, taking pictures, and never really stopping, taking a deep breath and looking at the lake, just to see and admire it.
Well, taking deep breaths and staring at the lake, it might not get us a better view of the lake side but who really cares of the better bank, when you are not going to adore the lake?
Verbal pronunciation, bonds, sounds, word, languages were made to bring us together, to bring us close, so people could talk out their problems and solve them without wars.
And then began a new way to share data, commute information, make advertisements, acting formal, learning manipulation, understanding languages beyond verbal sounds, learning body language and a lot more.
And then came in the castes, sexes, creeds, and accents, ruining everything for us. The accents started defining people. You’re British, you’re American, you’re Indian, you’re African, and you… You are not worth talking to.
We created languages after languages to make people near us, feel intimate and develop a feeling of family. But this, it started to suck to belong to a certain race, certain caste or belong to any group. All of this, and then you have accents to give up your best disguise.
I’m right now typing this from my phone and it sucks. Blogging from my phone, no clicky noises from my keyboard, no error corrections, no features on WordPress and I don’t even know I’ll have a connection strong enough to upload it by the end of the day.
And this is going to last for another 10 days. I’m out, out of my comfort zone, out of town. It is amazing, finding new places, new experiences, with new people at random times and walking around with a sleepy head.
It’s really difficult to blog without a cup of coffee but, you know, you got to do what you got to do.
The blogs are going to be short, the 7°C in Jaipur is making my fingers and brain freeze. So this is just like an update, maybe?
And just a reminder, stay connected, something big is coming up really soon.
Some wonder around the world, like it is their own little den, fearlessly, just stepping out like they know every corner of it. They are being left out in the wide wild open and they still walk like there’s nothing they have not experienced before.
It’s a new experience they say but it doesn’t seem like it’s new for them.
For some of us, it is like walking into an all new world. We’ve never seen anything like that earlier and it’s something we will never wish to experience again. Afraid, frightened, taking one step at a time and thinking before we even walk further.
But is it really about the comfort zone? That some feel comfortable at home and some have made the world their home? Or is it just the difference in the definitions of comfort. Comfortable world wide, comfortable on the world wide web.
The world might not be the home to me, but the web is. I don’t share experience with people in a cafe ordering food and coffees, or by the beach watching the waves.
We do it over our keyboards, having our own cups of home brewed coffee and in our favorite mugs. Or we do it playing a game, casually sharing the deepest darkest secrets.
Every place is a new world to me, but the world is not new to me.