Tell-a-Tale.....

Nope, I have never liked holi . Not entirely hated but not really my favorite. Each year I would promise myself that I would lock myself inside my room from dawn to dusk with lots of food and drinks and a hard drive full of movies and series thinking that I won’t open the door even if someone collapses outside, banging it like a maniac. But somehow it always happened, I could never sustain inside the room. 3 hours later I would come back from the streets, all red, black and blue (no, not with the beating.. just with the colour) and keep grinning in the shower thinking how we washed him with colors, or how those girls ran when we threw water balloons at them and how we attacked strangers with gulaal and the “ happy holi ” catch phrase of the day.   This year wasn’t that different either other than some tini-tiny events that were added for the effect. I woke up perfectly alright with a determination that I will eat, read, watch, sleep and repeat. But without going into a...

My eyes moved from the first row and it got stuck to the second last seat by the window in the left. It was empty and it looked cozy and welcoming. The bus I just boarded for home was practically empty with just a few college students and 3-4 elderly people sitting here and there leaving the back of the bus alone..in darkness..    The untimely shower had made some people miserable and had disintegrated their lives leaving the streets deserted and making the city look like a distant, sleepy suburb at 8 PM. But they had to admit, the rains left its beauty behind washing up the unbearable dust and bringing down the temperature for people to take a sigh of a short lived relief. I loved it.    Leaving everyone behind, I reached to the seat that I had already assigned to myself inside my head. As I settled down after folding my 3-fold umbrella messily and trying to dry off the marks of the rain from my soaking head and arms I dunked my head inside my bag...

“For else, young men shall go hooded, and look abroad little. It is a strange thing, that in sea voyages, where there is nothing to be seen, but sky and sea, men should make diaries: but in land-travel, wherein so much is to be observed, for the most part they omit it: as if chance were fitter to be registered, than observation.” ­­- Francis Bacon (Of Travels) How many times does it happen to you? One fine day you suddenly wake up and realize that DARN! I have had enough and I need to take a vacation! NOW!! To me it certainly happens more than often! That feeling of packing your bag overnight, withdrawing an ample amount from ATM for the journeys, charging your phones..mp3s..camera batteries to the fullest gives you a kick, a thrill doesn't it? Charging out of your home the next morning with a huge rucksack and catching the earliest bus to the foothills. Four-five hours of foggy, chilly air brushing your face through that half open bus window, that hot steaming cup o...