The Story of a Sad Clown [Poem]

Listen to the sad clown’s story,
understand the sad clown’s state,
see through the sad clown’s glory,
and accept the sad clown’s fate.

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Tales from Nepal #1: The Prayers of Kathmandu and The Veiled Mountains in the Distance

Prayer flags, much like humans, are not meant to remain still. They need to fly and flutter freely through the air and space spreading peace, compassion, and goodwill as the wind lets them dance in every direction and the colors – red, white, green, blue, yellow – fade in the sunlight. From pole to pole, house to house, the ground to the top of a stupa, I would go so far as to say that no other country is more closely associated with flags than Nepal. Continue reading “Tales from Nepal #1: The Prayers of Kathmandu and The Veiled Mountains in the Distance”

Tales from India #4: The Last Sunny Days in Goa

At last, the monsoon season was upon us as thick layers of grey clouds covered the sky and rain began to pour down relentlessly. It started of imperceptible with small showers during the evening, but it culminated in a thunderous storm, that left the entire town without electricity for the greater part of the night and the next day. It was the official announcement that “the times they are a-changin’”. Continue reading “Tales from India #4: The Last Sunny Days in Goa”

Tales from India #3: The Subtle Art of Making Chapatis

Recently, I have spent a lot of time thinking about the big question of what art is. Was there a universal answer to this question? Was there one undeniable truth? Some say that art is not about truth, it’s about expression and beauty. To others, it’s a “source of calm in a chaotic world“. There is no shortage of elaborate opinion pieces written by highly educated people. However, many seem to come to the same conclusion that art should evoke an emotional response.  Continue reading “Tales from India #3: The Subtle Art of Making Chapatis”

Tales from India #2: Food Poisoning in Kochi

The Indians on the beach in Goa didn’t care who was helping them as long as the person in question was capable of helping. Their motto, most likely, was “all hands on deck” as they asked me if I could help them push their tour boat safely on shore. A moment later my hands were gripped against one of the outriggers and with the rise and fall of the Arabian Sea, and the “Push!” signal by the captain we steadily gained inch by inch. It appears that I walked along the beach just at the right time, for the same thing happened twice more. Continue reading “Tales from India #2: Food Poisoning in Kochi”

Tales from India #1: Through The Western Ghats Towards Munnar

We were passing through the Western Ghats at a slow pace. The engine of our public bus has its limitations, which none of the passengers particularly minded. This part of the mountainous region was completely covered in lush trees, and cattle were grazing on a field at the foot of the mountain. Banana plantations were the only things that gave this area some structure, which ironically made them appear out of place. Continue reading “Tales from India #1: Through The Western Ghats Towards Munnar”

A Life of Boxes [Poem]

A life dominated by boxes. Four walls and a ceiling for everything that makes us human.

Our body, spirit, and mind incarcerated inside boxes and put into solitary confinement.

We are isolated throughout the day by letting them dominate every aspect of our lives.

Whether we are residing in a house, an apartment or merely a room.

It’s all a box of our own making.

The little time we spent outside is for the sole reason to get into a different box that brings us to work. A box is being used to play music and another box to navigate us through the traffic.

We are sitting in our cubicle, which is a tiny box inside a bigger box with neither heart nor soul. Staring at a box for eight hours and calling it an inevitable necessity.

The people we are meeting are put into boxes, so we know how to define them.

Once we are leaving both boxes after many breaths and hours have been spent, we are heading back to our comfortable box.

Dinner shared with a person of supposedly some significance. Staring at yet another box and catching up with the lives of others.

A lot of life has been wasted on the lives of others.

Spending the rest of the dying hours of the day by entertaining our minds with a flat-screen 4K box.

Eyes closed in a box of dark grey. Tomorrow they will open to the sight of the same edges; the same cracks; the same cobwebs.

It is not the life, but it is a life, which is still better than no life.

We live our everyday lives inside boxes.

Think outside the box.

Remember

That there is a life outside the box.