I had the most profound revelation during a long train ride from Goa up to Mumbai. It was late in the evening and all six berths in our section – three on each side – were already folded out and occupied by tired passengers. I, however, could not sleep as I was lying in the bottom bunk with my flashlight still on and the pages of Charles Allen’s book ‘A Mountain in Tibet’ still open. It’s a book that chronicles the exploration of the revered Mount Kailas and the discovery of the sources of the four great rivers – the Indus, the Ganges, the Brahmaputra, and the Sutlej. Every person depicted in this book had their own reasons for venturing into these uncharted and dangerous areas. It was either for the sake of spiritual enlightenment, geographical exploration, and discovery or for more selfish reasons such as fame, admiration, and recognition. Whatever it was, in the end, they all had one thing in common: they possessed the heart of an explorer. And on that fateful train ride to Mumbai, I realized that I, too, was in possession of it. Clear as day, then and there it dawned on me just as sudden, that I now had a purpose. Continue reading “My New Life As An Explorer: A Declaration”
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”
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”
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.
That there is a life outside the box.
Okay, that sounds overly dramatic and exaggerated, but for a long time I actually thought that my video games and movies were a physical manifestation of my identity. I mean, I wasn’t just any casual gamer or movie fan. I had over 700 movies from all eras and a video game collection composed of multiple consoles, collectibles, special editions and rarities. In fact, by selling these possessions I managed to finance many of my travels.
I quit most of my presence on social media and I don’t intend on spending (read: wasting) any more time on it. Except for my occasional post on Facebook, I gradually stopped seeing the point in using those platforms. Continue reading “Why I Quit Social Media”
No matter how tall we are,
no matter how small we are;
we all stand on the same ground.
No matter how old we are,
no matter how young we are;
we will all leave this mortal life at some point. Continue reading “What Matters Is A Liberation Of All That Does Not Matter”