sunday evenings and a road in banglore...

hi,

after a long time i am in a state at which i use to spend all my sunday evenings back in bangalore.... the sweatnes of evening comming along, the light warmth of dusky sun slowly openning your pores.. the oncomming chill in the wind, the lightness of vision and heavyness of thoughts... those taste buds which open up, the smell of rustlling leaves fullfilling your entity.. those floating dreams in blue haze... those wind chime music of ringing laughter from those preaty lips... a fludity, subtel yet so turbid enough to stop the conversations between nerve endings........ ohh i miss that bliss of carelessness.... and i miss my freinds.... miss my beast between the legs, a throbbing, thumping flying ride, my bike.. ;) flotation on this magic carpet of memories is the best ride i have had..

till the next time,
keep LIVING!!!!!!
Alastor(sid).......

gorakhpur to gainesville...

its -2 degrees outside in gainesville Florida and sky is cast with clouds.. whoever said it doesnt gets cold in florida didnt had his facts straight... was born in gorakhpur a "not so big" town of hinterland of uttar pradesh, a place with existent rules and law but not a single soul who follows them.. truly in a wicked cool sort of way "a land of free".... so u understand why i laughed my ass off when i learned that pedestrians have "right of way" in this country.. i had to make very huge attitude changes once i landed here...

Indians dont get depressed, its because we always have company.. there you search for solitude, here u search for company... i was a loner in my teans and early twenties, and became a social animal by the time i hit mid twenties... i loved to just sit on the door steps alone for 52 hours of train ride in those days, with a peaceful serenity and solitude of the countryside passing by.. right nw if u will tell me to do that i will probably just throw myself outside of that moving train.. on a second thought may be not... gist of the matter-"people change."

this small time america is far from hustle and bustle of banglore where i lived for the last 8 years.. and when i think the number of people i have met and forgotten during those times, just humbles me down... sure this town has clubs and bars and all sort of entertainments for the young and vibrant, but i miss the laid back attitude of banglore.. i miss walking down the downtown on sunday afternoons to meet freinds for food, drinks and other stuffs.. there i always had people around, somebody was upto something always.. here u have to make plans and call people and check with them and they will probably open ther schedule books and then tell u "ooh, ya i can do that..

I miss that totally indian concept of just showing up.. i ment just show up to a friends place.. give a knock and see if anybody is in.. if they are, its just great.. if they are not find another door to knock.. no plans to make, no schedule to follow.. just pure fluidity of life without a plan... thats hw i use to live life and may be there is this tiny bit of spark of hope inside which tells me that i will get there again.. till that time, i will just have to deal with those dammed schedulers and date books...

Till the next time I start loosing my mind again.. :)

keep on rocking...