The Most Common Urban Story

It is one of the most common stories in the urban world, you travel; explore continents, countries, trails, country roads, deltas, quays, woods, borders and downtowns only to realize how different you are from others. Some of us are left with cultural signatures on our identity and the rest are simply happy to complete yet another destination on their list while they cherish their return home.

To some of us these journeys are the ‘Roads less travelled’ but with travel becoming more ‘touristic’, only some realize the true meaning of the ‘Road less Travelled’ and I might be simply over complicating the subject but till a year ago, the road less travelled to me was simply visiting a touristic city or backpack across the country or live/work in a foreign land or go to an exotic destination which most people won’t visit, but as 2015 dawns on me, my definition is changing.

And I don’t think I would really know the ‘Road less Travelled’ till I actually experience one. Not that all my 38 travels to 26 counties have not been unique, each of them were a rare experience and I will cherish them for life but I still don’t think I have my ‘Road less Travelled’ yet.

I hope you find your Road less travelled really soon.

I gotta feeling, i’ll find it soon.

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My Best friend is from Tennessee; yours?

He’s not an Indian nor is he from People’s Republic of China, although I do secretly wish he was from North Korea; we could have talked about the latest Sony hack.

He’s sour, not that I dislike him for that but his presence is not appreciated by many. Some dislike him for simply being too common.

Much older than me, 7 to be precise, he has this craftsmanship of being genuine in his preaching.

He’s witty, humorous and humble; however his humility is always proportional to amount of time I spend with him.

Not sure if he’s member of fitness first or pure fitness but he does have quite a flawless physique.

He only graduated with 40% in his finals; I don’t mind that, as long as there’s no adulteration involved.

He’s the drumkick of my bass; he doesn’t weigh in Kilograms or pounds but liters.

He’s an amazing wing man; however his presence does drives solitude.

He’s the Jack of my Titanic problems and a Daniel with a wand to my voldemort fears.

All I hope is some day he’ll wake me up and ask me by my name.

First Blog Post – Year 2007

I always tell everyone including myself that I started blogging only in the year 2011 but that’s not true. I made my first website (published) in year 2006 and made my first blog in the year 2007.

7 years ago, perhaps like right now, I was posting my first blog on http://heyaiesec.blogspot.in/ |[It’s amazing that I own this header name on blogspot]  – I had no idea till sometime in October end that this blog still existed.

My First Post: http://heyaiesec.blogspot.in/2007/11/what-is-aiesec.html

It has indeed been an awe-inspiring journey; 7 years is a long time and these years have a taught me a lot about myself (of course the world too). I think my writing has come a long way too, I’m participating at this year’s #NaNoWriMo, there was a time I was scared of English as a language (still am haha!!) but thinking about the person I was in 2007, there’s something I need to continue; the passion and determination to do anything and everything possible.

So, to make my #NaNoWriMo more difficult, I’m to write at least 65K-80K words worth of write-ups in this month. This could include my novel writeup for the Singapore NaNoWriMo, my blogs – this blog, editing work for https://www.facebook.com/Contemporary.Cheerharan – anything and everything that would make this happen for me. It’s about the quantity and not quality. Ummm, Let’s give our best at both, shall we?

Btw. If you haven’t heard about AIESEC: http://aiesec.org | if you haven’t heard about NaNoWriMo: http://nanowrimo.org/

And If you’re not following my blogs yet – Join in:

http://gauravjulka.wordpress.com/ | https://fortitudeandchoices.wordpress.com/

NaNoWriMo with Rosa Fanai

It’s time to pump up the Adrenalin flow towards the brain and our fingers. It’s that time of the year when the quantity rules over the quality, just like this post, all I wanted to share was, “Hey!! NaNoWriMo is here” which I could have done in a tweet but I’m going to go around and perhaps around it so we have a good quantity right here.

So what is NaNoWriMo? [nanowrimo.org] – NaNoWriMo is an annual (November) novel writing project that brings together professional and amateur writers from all over the world.

I tried a shot of NaNoWriMo back in 2012 but didn’t really relish the magic but this year, I’m all set to finish the race and drink up that bottle of magic.

So What am I going to scribble this year?

http://nanowrimo.org/participants/gauravjulka1/novels/rosa-fanai-her-merlion-red-lust

Rosa Fanai is not a new character in my write-ups, she is close to my thoughts and will always remain my first self-created fictional crush, that sounds awe-inspiring, doesn’t it? The change is, Rosa Fanai has now come Singapore and has been titled with the Taj of Merlion Lady.

Let’s see what colors does Rosa spray on the streets and walls of Singapore. (To be honest, I have no story plot till now, it’s a NaNoWriMo darlin)

Rosa Fanai on my blog: https://fortitudeandchoices.wordpress.com/category/rosa-fanai/

Rosa’s Armani Man – The Dark Red

The motor bike horns buzzed at her like horny clarinets, the street lights made her feel obnoxious, the puddle on the street reminded her of her stint last Friday in Kolkata; “Only if it were puddles of the dark red”, she whispered to herself.

With that fish like salt breeze corroding her face, she knew she was at Carters.

Following her ritual she first knocked at the doors of the local Cafe Coffee Day to procure her special “RosaPresso”. Owing to her regularity at the cafe, the cafe owner had named Rosa’s special espresso order as Rosapresso. It was large shot of espresso with tinge of Vanilla syrup and a touch of brown sugar. Rosa had discovered this genius drink while she was working at a small cafe in Lucknow.

“Only if it was the Dark Red”, she thought to herself as she received the ceramic containing Rosapresso from Anil. He starred at her eyes, it was the blood lust, indeed it ought to be; it was a Saturday night and it had been over a week since she made her last move. Anil left Rosa by herself while she sipped on it.

Like a lady she consumed it, seconds later, she knew she was ready for the night. She walked out of the cafe, took a rickshaw straight to Pali Hill. The rickshaw dropped her at the Boat Club, she walked towards the bouncer as if she was drunk, “Any guys with cute buts up there?”, she inquired. The typical Mumbaikar bouncer with a typical Indian moustache was surprised at him being quizzed like that. “Madam ji, Welcome”, he greeted her in confusion as he pulled the heavy glass door towards him.

Rosa did a double check on her dagger that was hugging the inside of her golden left thigh.

As she walked up the stairs, across the stage and towards the bar, she saw almost every man in the club giving her that greedy stare; and they all knew she was enjoying it. While she consumed her screw driver, She would occasionally smile back, wink and play with her lips as the men would raise their glasses at her. She was fishing.

After rejecting many men based on their greediness factor, she finally found a chubby fish with Armani on him. His eyes dripped with desire of her beauty, he ranked on the top of the most horniest men in the club. Right then, Rosa knew this was her man. Her fat Tuna.

“I like men with Armani on them”, Rosa expressed, as her hand ran through his Armani arms.
“If I knew you would fall for Armani, I would have got this cotton a long time ago”, he said.
“What do you mean?” She said astonishingly.
“Rosa, you remember me don’t you?”, he quizzed.
Rosa was lost, she knew the face seemed familiar but she had met so many men since she left the research facility, it was almost impossible to recall. She nodded with a confused expression.
“I’m Paddy, that creepy guy you always ignored back in our Uni days…Delhi? Rosa it’s me, we even presented a white paper together…hello?”

With a breeze from the closest open window Rosa realised, his eyes were not dripped with desire but with curiosity and excitement. Rosa wondered if she could fish a fish from her own pond, with a genuine smile she said, “of course I remember you Paddy, I just didn’t imagine I would see you like this, here in Mumbai!!”

“Ha ha, I’m here for a friend’s wedding, I go back to Kerala tomorrow so I thought I should experience the Pali hill party scene once…”, he exclaimed, excited to know the life jazz of Rosa, “so, what’s up with you?”

Rosa was not surprised by his innocence, he was after all a typical Mallu, “I’m a small screen actress and model living in Kolkata, traveling here for work and most recently I got seduced by an Armani”, she smiled. Of course, Rosa had lied.

Minutes later, Paddy and Rosa were talking university days, not even once did Paddy question her on her change of career or her sudden run away from Delhi. They behaved as if they were at one of those freshers party of humanities section back in Uni. Paddy won’t drink but Rosa was on her 6th tequila shot, now that she won’t be fishing anymore, she decided to make the most of the night.

Rosa’s alcohol intake resulted in a desirable lip lock between the two and which of course led to Rosa escorting herself to the Marriot with Paddy. “It’s okay to be the fish sometimes”‘ she whispered to herself, “…Dark Red Armani?”.

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Coming soon…Rosa Fanai, The Blue Shades and The Dark Red Armani

Matter vs Time – Lucy me!

There are at least 7.3 Billion ways to perceive the dynamics of our life; who you wanna be and what you wanna do are mere strings of a larger particle spectrum

And to randomly ramble without a reason is one of them. The above is an aftermath of watching, Lucy after a day of Big bang theory marathon, clearly the geek in me is in the lead role.

I really liked the idea of infinite brain capacity and optimum usage of its capabilties, makes me go; Oh I wish. The idea of connecting Lucy’s real life actions to a human evolution storyline was an excellent idea; +7% to the director.

Although the story doesn’t really explain how she manipulates time, if time is the only scale and not any measure of  matter  then how she’s able to sync knowledge from past as matter cannot control time?
(safe assumption: she is made of matter)

Unless, after using 100% capacity of her brain, she can convert matter into time. Perhaps thats what happen in the end, she became one with time

Her last statement,” Im everywhere” does represent that.
(aassuming only time is everywhere)

Overall, an amazing movie (even though the connection of drugs with 100% brain capacity is stupid idea).

I can’t wait for a bollywood remake where Sharukh Khan eats some rare butter chicken and starts using 100% Of his brain and makes Earth the Sun.

I think I should end this before I stop using another 3% of my brain. Good Night, Fellow Matter.

Ps: This is a movie review!

Incredible Adira – God’s Own Country #8

Ever wondered, what if the girl your dreams is a waitress at a small hotel in a small city of India? Or Indonesia or Brazil?
Why not!

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Yesterday, I met Adira;  a calm, composed, simple, shy yet awe-inspiringly genius girl. Her smile said it all, her background, her hard work, her passion, her responsibilities, her hobbies, her choices; her life!

There was something really different about her, she was unique, original; no resemblance whatsoever to anyone. I wish I had the opportunity to discover further who she really was.
Of course, She’s not the girl of my dreams, if she was, I won’t have just simply let her go but the fact that she resembles her so much makes me feel weak at heart!
I do wish Adira a great life ahead, I hope to meet her again, that is if destiny permits.

This reminds me of a One Tree Hill quote: At this moment, there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men, that war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. 6 billion people in the world. 6 billion souls. And sometimes, all you need is one.

Good luck, Adira 🙂