Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Spirit Animal Series: Part I (The Why of Travel)

Zero Jobs. One Couple. Two Backpacks. Six Months. Eight Lacs. WHY!

This can be the single most irritating question. WHY! Also, I ask this question a lot to others, ending up frustrating them. It works only when directed inwards. To the spirit animal. But that hardly happens. So, when others, the society, asks why, the best is to just carry on.

We all have heard a lot of clichés - the travel sets you free, it changes you, it teaches you - well they are all clichés for a good reason. It’s all true. The real question of course is Why Not Travel! When I try to answer this, i do not get a single convincing answer. It usually revolves around how it will derail the plan of usual progression of life, the 'life goals' which broadly includes - the marriage, the house, the child, the promotion, the hierarchy among peers, the standing in the society. So, I accepted the risks involved in all the mentioned 'life goals,' risking the future for the present, and moving forward. I am fortunate to have one less risk though - I am already married, ha! And less than a year into the marriage (arranged!) we both are lucky to be on the same page in relation to travel.

The plan was to make a budget, out of our savings, and see how many months we can afford on it. We took out 8 lacs, after doing some calculations of ‘securing our future’ and ‘living in the present.’ Thankfully we did not have any EMIs. We also considered coming back to no income and then looking for months before getting to work. The aim was to do at least 6 months. There was no specific reason why 6 months, just! Also, if we got over with the money earlier, we would come back home. There was one difference between usual 6-month travel and ours, that we would be coming back and forth to India a lot. Sometimes, for visas, sometimes for the ease of coordination, or sometimes to make up for lack of planning.

The trip would start in April, with first destination being Europe. Sitting in the airport, we did some rough calculations to find out that we can manage 6 months within budget if we follow 2 conditions. One, our daily accommodation cost should be Rs 2000 or less and two, we have to survive on $20 per day for both of us combined, which includes all meals, sights, purchases, local transport and miscellaneous. Challenge accepted.

So WHY did we do this? We carry on...





Wednesday, February 7, 2018

The Unwritten Book


Rain drops, more like bullets
cut the skin, shower intense
yet we carry on
it’s a test, we say
We got to come through

Streams of mud
impossible to tread
so we jump in
it’s a test, we say
we got to come through

Life at risk
doctor giving up
we take up matters
it’s a test, we say
we got to come through

Getting over the line
that line always in view
if not in eyes, in mind
but always in view

Wise man once said
its not the highest mountain
but the pebble in the shoe
now with no line in sight
how do you get over it?

The biggest test of all
keep at it and one day
things will change, or you
yes it’s also a test
we say and,
we got to come through

Every layer peeled
is a problem healed
yet there will be a shout
next layer, tougher
never ending bout
rounds after rounds
who is winning?
still no one
hence the question

Answer lies in the book
not yet written, still
hanging by the hook
it will end the bout
both without any clout
they will rise
mountains will be climbed
pebbles, will lay in demise.

Monday, February 5, 2018

SPIRIT


Three layers
To stay the way
Or lose altogether
One, hardcover, rules them all
Gets fit, gets sick
Either way, holds the fort
7 billion of them, and counting
Replacements coming
Some new, some reborn
Karma has a role to play
Always thought of body and mind
Never thought of Spirit and the kind
Now I know what they mean
When they say ‘New Dimension’
What remains to be seen
How I tackle, accompanying tension
Those mystics, unbelievable on hearsay
But flabbergasting, personally met
Made me wonder, how they lay
The vision of Gods, humility of none
Now I know, how it happens
Or so I think
In theory it seems logical
But logic hardly helps
Gone in a blink
Afterlife, or death as they say
Is only outer layer
That goes away
Not the whole, two remain
And outer is back in a day
To lose it, you have to do it
While you still have it
‘Cause what happens in afterlife
Is fantasy of highest degree
Could be heaven or a strife
Depends on your pedigree
Now I know it
All it seems
Till I’m hit again
By another upstream.



Friday, February 2, 2018

Méditation Noire

I, the ego never gives in
aham leading to ahamkar
identity of forces holding us
together can’t take us far

Holding us, we stay pinned
yet travel we do
fly or sail to outer space
to get the limited view

Leaving the ship, we dive in
the wave hits us apart
it flashes by and we can't see
piercing eyes like a dart

Emptiness of the hallow heart
affecting the mellow tree
so much more it wants to have
only so much can never be

Drift around the neverness
quitting the craft, held by a rope
silence, with a string attached
pin drops, so does hope

Spirit let free
the body floating, with mind
senses far away from senses
skin deaf, ears blind
Sound of shunya
the art of nothing
wave after wave of silent ocean

But then;
minor chirpings, swaying in the wind
enters the cracks of deep devotion
each chirp a piece of coal
lit up red, crumble in black
sinking deep in veins of blue
boiling it up, master of hack

That deep breath, leaves rumble
big gasp, to shake the roots
bloodshot eyes unflinching
suddenly aware of the hoots

The wave was gentle
dive was pure
drift was carnatic
neverness obscure
Yet now the coal burns
lighting itself and the way
molten blood drips, seeping
eruption not far away.