WHAT FUN!

What fun is it?
If you haven’t counted
the number of cardiac arrests you triumphed,
In rebelling the impulse to merely
exist around them!

A call, away!

Make a call, before you can’t make a call anymore,

Take a call, before you can’t take a call anymore.

Memoir!

When you are in a memoir territory, emotions become dominant at large. So much so, that once while reviewing a memoir, a New York Times Editor, (also a reviewer, a playwright, a critic, etc.) Neil Genzlinger, looked at the audience and started by saying, “A moment of silence, please, for the lost art of shutting up.”

-And I feel you Neil!

Go, Abscond!

I don’t know how many of you out there are looking for a sign in the universe, so here it is,

Darling, this is your life, own it, let them miss you for a while,

Let your absence be the answer to all the questions,

Go, Abscond!

Barcelona Day 2!

The irony of the Catalan architect, Gaudi was such that his art was rammed and dreams crushed under a tram with a day full of perplexing geniuses who declared him an ordinary beggar that could not be nursed back from death till reality struck and alas, Barcelona lost the only man who managed to make this city worth visually reminiscent!
But let’s suppose, he was an ordinary man and not one word more, was he not worth the same effort?
Or maybe among the bohemian vibe and the cosmopolitan street affair, there isn’t enough time for Tomfoolery. Either you manage to imprint your name on the most extraordinary architecture of the city, the Roman Catholic Basilica of the Holy Family (Sagrada Familia) as the symbol of faith, love and hope or die an ordinary man, I mean it’s not like you architected historical marvels to deserve any of that, oh cmon!

Barcelona Day 1!

Before Barcelona shows you anything, it’ll show you free will!

And love if you ain’t the free will kind, don’t bother flying across oceans, come this far and let the albatross wing size city of liberals disappoint you.

But if you do, let it go!

Madrid Day 3!

Travel more and you will know every corner, every lane, every city, every country is writing its own story book! So was Madrid.

Gran via over the years has seen the history-changing on its roads, the graffiti being made over and over again, the artifacts getting older and more valuable with their outdated glimmer and growing worth. The massive doors wearing out! The 100 yrs old street that has hustled through time holds so many memories hard to look away from, oh the number of heartbreaks it must have witnessed, the number of love stories that might have started here, the number of people that may never come back, the number of people that never left, the millions and millions of footsteps and each with a story! What are the chances ‘You and I’ sat on the same street, in the same cafe, stopped by to see the same window, passed the same fragrance of baguettes, just what are the chances!

It feels so overwhelming to be a part of a street that started collecting stories a century ago when ‘You and I’ did not exist, our stories hadn’t even started, but Gran Via stayed put for you to reach here and add another page to its storybook (and maybe one to yours too)!