Not a Cock & Bull Story: This Bangkok!
A place is often what you make out of it. It’s strange that when I was choosing a destination to break-away from the monotony of sound and being busy all the time, I chose Bangkok. I chose Bangkok, even when I knew that tranquility is probably not what Bangkok is famous for- rest of Thailand, perhaps,yes..but not Bangkok. Thailand- it’s well known for drawing in tourists, backpackers and sight-seers from all over the globe. There are bustling city streets, swanky upscale restaurants and popular amusement parks for families. But there is another side to Bangkok – a more personal side, a...
Read MoreMy Rainsong at Kovalam
Last night,standing upon broken shells and rocks, I could hear only the crashing pounding of the waves and the crunch of the shore underfoot. The sound of the gurgling ocean, a deep black bed of almost alluvial sand that lay between me and distant twinkling lights, purred demurely. Off, not too far, a lighthouse flashed frantically its majestic beam of light to welcome ships home. I am here for the same reason though… to come home…just that I have my own way of doing so.I walked slowly from the crushed beach to the solitary rock. Over the water and out it took me; I recall the...
Read MoreA Night At The Grand Canyon
“When the silvery night was assuredly asleep, The evening’s frisky perfume faded into an oblivion deep; Passionate and alluring…the beat of distant Indian drums, Heeded only by sleepless crickets in sultry hums. An yearning regained for a renewed day, The clouds whispered your name over the Canyon grey Rumbling rain dotted the river bed, Soaking the purple rays into the Settlement, now untread. In a gentle flicker of an ageless earthen lamp, Through the haze of the dusk on the Canyon ramp… I notice your silhouette…the coyote cries, I...
Read MoreThe Real Reality-The ‘Grey’ Night on a Greyhound!
This one is from an old blog I used to maintain a long time ago. The blog is erased, but few of the entries remained. From one of my earlier “journeys”..here it is: Once,long time back I spent six hours of an overnight Greyhound ride sitting across the aisle from a couple who had just met when they sat next to each other that night. And apparently discovered that they were two halves of a sundered whole. Or something like that. Or that was all that I could figure out within their murmurs and deep breaths. When we hit El Paso, they were going to part ways. She was going to...
Read MoreFelts,Fonts and Train Rides-From Delhi,with love..
I received this, from Delhi in August of 1999.Emailing was not so popular during ‘those’ times! This was typed,printed out,sealed in an envelope and dropped off at the local post-office,which delivered it to me a week later. “My dear Sam, Finally. After days of waiting! It has rained. Ooooohh! I got up today morning.Sunday morning. At abt 8.30. Everything around had changed. It was raining. U know that soft monsoon rain,which rains quietly for hours.Even days. It was beautiful. There seemed a strange freshness in everything around.The colours...
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