Month: March 2014

Tree of Life : A Son’s Odyssey

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Into the depths of nature peer,

Hand in hand with his father he walks in the woods,

He only believes, there’s a miracle here,

But this was only a dream as he feared.

Standing on the porch a little boy with tears in his eyes,

His whole childhood filled with lies,

Awaiting his guardians love, his heart is filled with cries,

Waiting for the tiny tales that would put him to sleep,

His father scowled at him like a bolt of thunder,

Was this his bleak destiny he always wondered?

As time moves on,

These questions shall shape,

Where were your blessings?

Where were the fairy tales that would put me to sleep?

Where were the lessons of life?

Why did you considered me as a foe?

As the years move on,

His mended heart could take no more,

He saw others fathers would sweep them into a giggling ecstasy,

To be lost in wonderland called “the home” where they were shaken like a laughing rag,

He was far away from reality,

Just keeping faith and endure when tested the most.

He trusted in the lord with all his heart,

And not leaning on his own understanding,

Walking on the godly path,

Was only his part,

Constantly hearing the voices from heaven saying “This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased.”

Mourning and desperately seeking for an island of sanity,

As he was drowning in sorrows, this was his only tragedy.

Travelogy Log: Train ride with Strangers

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On my brief visit to Allahabad few days back, I saw the world renowned wonders that are present there for example the Sangam, Allahabad fort etc but the really exciting thing that happened was in the train while coming back. I had no return ticket and had to bribe the ticket master to get a seat, a common practice in India.

I thought my train ride would be menial and will meet people who would only want to sleep through the entire journey but instead I met some like minded fellow travelers. I met two girls, one from Kashmir and one from Sikkim and both were travel enthusiast. There was a guy also from Brazil who had devoted his life to Hare Rama Hare Krishna ideologies.

The girl from Kashmir owned a travel agency and specialized in organizing tours in Kashmir and rest of India. She was a chatter box and business women that is the only two traits I could gage from my talks with her. Her philosophies and ideologies about religion were strong as a rock.

The girl from Sikkim was a travel and tourism student who studied in Chandigarh and had done adventure trips in India. She also suggested me some new places to visit in Himachal Pradesh and festival in ladakh which is going to happen in April. She was sweet and her travel stories were mesmerizing.

The third person was from Brazil who had taken up Hare Rama Hare Krishna ideologies and had been in India for seven years. But the interesting thing about this guy was that he was in love with Indian culture and he knew two different Indian languages (Bengali, Hindi, some Indian language which I don’t know, Spanish and English). His praises regarding India convinced me that I was living in the best country in the world but then I lost interest as he started telling me about his religions and gurus as I am unaware about religions and a kind of atheist to be honest.

Chits chatting with these people made the time go by quickly and made my train ride a hunky dory one. Hope to meet people like them soon.