There’s no way, no way and trust me, no way that you live a life on this earth and not attend a Big fat indian wedding. And here I’m, attending the first big fat NRI wedding of the year 2014.
Of course there’s something special about big fat Indian weddings and it becomes uber special when the wedding is of your own sister ( my awesome NRI cousin)
I arrived here at the guest house at 4ish, didn’t even get time to change my clothes and I was engaged playing with my nephews, guess what, twin nephews ( they are awesome!)
It’s time to catchup with with everyone in the family, it’s time to suit up for tomorrow. For now….
21st Feb -5:45am (Singapore time)
Ever wondered…How many people are ‘up in the air’ at any given point in time?
Ever wondered…Who was the last person that sat on the seat you’re sitting in? Why was she traveling? May be you know her? May be she is the one. Funny how my assumptions are always a she
Well clearly, I have an addiction. An addiction to travel, of travelling, of breathing the air of exploration; and it’s awesome. Just nearly two months ago I flew in to Saigon and now I’m all set to trip the two fastest growing economies in the world
Btw. We have a lady pilot in the house, Ms. Sandhya ( I feel safer for a reason ;))
And I have two punjabi couples gossiping right behind me ( I don’t feel safe now :p )
21st Feb – 9:02am (Singapore time)
Why can’t there be places in the world which are not ‘owned’ by any countries, governments or races?
Why does it have to be blue? The sky, waters…Sun’s light after refraction could have chosen a different color? Imagine weekly VIBGYOR; Monday – Violet, Tuesday – Indigo….Saturday – Orange and Sunday – Red.
Sometimes I wish I had the power to make these imagines a reality; and have answers to all my ‘ever wondered…’. May be someday, Rumi once said, “Travel brings power and Love”.
21st Feb – 9:07 am (Singapore time)
Dude, what’s with that Mexican hat and pink tshirt…sure you’re from Chandigarh!
21st Feb – 7:15 am (Indian Standard time)
What is the right thing to do? Is it to illustrate the need of being here
Even if that calls for begging or
Is it to illustrate attitude to get what you deserve
What is it that you really deserve?
What the fuck was I thinking when I started writing this. Until next time.
A month ago I was sipping Vietnamese drip coffee and eating Bánh mì at Bui Vien after an awe-inspiring New Year’s Eve in Ho Chi Minh City. (New Year’s at Giangs & 10 ways to celebrate New Year’s bash in Ho Chi Minh City)
There’s something about this Vietnam trip that has tweaked me a little; I’m not sure if it’s the simplicity of people in this country that made me realize how materialistic I have become lately or is it just me able to understand myself a little bit better. I have always believed in Rumi’s quote about travel bringing power and love to life; in fact I did write something during my trip about it: Travel Brings Po & Ve – Rumi’s quote could be the apt one line summary of my trip.
Vietnam has mesmerizing yet powerful history of inherited culture, war, leadership, excellence, fortitude and love. And I guess this is exactly what defines the people of Vietnam. Not to ignore the intelligence of Vietnamese Communist, the trip to Cu Chi Tunnels gave me an awe-inspiring insight to their stealth and intelligence: (Cu Chi Tunnels).
As traveler it’s almost impossible to fall in love (considering the awe-inspiring options around you) but ‘love is not that alters with travel’ nor does it ask you when you would want to fall in it, you just do; My pinch of love (self and her) - Shadow.
Overall, Vietnam was an overwhelming experience due to many reasons, events, people and occasions. I don’t think I can ever get over Vietnam. And for this one reason, Vietnam is up on the list of my 2014 Travel!
You can read more about my Vietnam trip here: http://fortitudeandchoices.wordpress.com/category/vietnam/
I have also compiled two video blogs on my youtube channel:
Do Travel to Vietnam; It will bring power and love to you life.
Saturday scooted longer than expected while the night more astonishing than subjected,
Being one of those days where effusion is what you go with,
no intentions nor a thought; some say destiny, some refer it as a myth
Who knew the neb payoff, who knew what really was being manifested.
Saturday was the silence heretofore the Sunday storm
an iPhone5 was the reason abaft the change
which came in like a wind; something surreal about it, yet strange
The hurricane was indeed calm and the rain, warm.
Dear iPhone5, “I don’t own you, nor do I plan to
“Why then did you do this benevolence to me?
Give me the light behind this darkness, a fortuity to see”
It was all evoked with a dispatch and a coffee the ‘beans’ could have brew
Instead it was about a tea and a elfin sunshine
a walk in those contemporary grasslands with an essence of home
We walked the talk; I did show her the plot throughout the zone
The breeze, the bench, our conversations, those stories, her smile – just as Picasso’s fine.
A random plan to dine; my eyes animated in an Indian style
Bus ride, crowded street, ATM experience and thy brimming smirk
“Was it a dream?” Because really, that was an awesome walk
Not that I haven’t done that before but frankly, it has been a while
Paneer, God’s own creation; the reason humans were incepted
The love of Daal with an impeccable essence of Pakistani butter chicken
Sweet Lassi; nothing better could have made thy season
“Was this slated?” Wait. Isn’t that overrated?
Never before in this island had I ever escorted someone home
where prevails the culture of materialistic lust,
that’s uncommon, forget about it being a appreciative must
It indeed was awe-inspiring; It felt like Moscow, Mumbai and Rome
All good things come to an end, so does every song
but someone once said, “…that’s no reason not to enjoy music”
a Punjabi rhythm in my head; the style acoustic
Thank you Steve Jobs for making that iPhone.
In the silence of the unknown a heart can still persist to strive
No matter how unsung or unheard; for when we were born, we all cried.
For the flowers that cognise glory and the ones sigh remorse,
Shall Foster under the same rain, under the same sunlight.
True Mirage, our world; for what we see is all reflected
In my heart and in a winner’s, alike.
Under the bridge of patience which alters not for greed
Over the river capable of encouraging ‘life and death’ by right
For the fortitude of a fish that challenges the river stream,
I shall not drown; for I too chose to thrive
Though it may seem that I’m lost, crushed or buried alive;
I have ‘his’ will of fire and an infinite perseverance to fight.