Arbit Scratchpad

The flight landed at the New Delhi airport at 1 AM and I had no further bookings - was still debating: Uttarakhand or Ladakh! The outside of the Airport is not exactly warm nor exactly chilly, June has just arrived - I grab a Red Bull from a sleepy looking guy at one among the several food counters; ‘cause I know I have to sustain a long sleepless night. I browse on my new touch screen phone - the LG GT505 and make some inquiries about the multiple Delhi railway stations (everything in Delhi is in multiples). I start chatting to an auto rickshaw driver who compelling spins a yarn – but he’s a sweet middle-aged person – speaks with me for a while - tells me why I must go to the farther off railway station and checks and confirms over his mobile that I will get the Dehradun Shatabdi at around 7 AM. As I am speaking a red AC bus arrives, the conductor calling out – I confirm with the auto driver, apologize to him that I cannot take the auto and jump into the bus - the charges are on...

It all started with the trigger, an unbearable pull, also known as 'WANDERLUST'. There is some allure of the hills, The raw challenge, the chills And thrills. To respond to it and conquer them is a must And only just, For then shall I satiate my wanderlust! Compelling it is to travel, Ignore if you will, redoubled it’d strike, And burst forth, the unbearable pull, The maddening ache of wandering, Of getting lost, and discovering. The pleasures of going the distance!   Map for my trip to Uttaranchal - Go check map actuals on Google  Maps -   http://yfrog.com/j59vpcj View Larger Map

The Deadly Embrace – A Buddhist Thanka or nightmare of a Wild Goddess ?  A dark deity, much bigger than me – the goddess with black radiance - embraces me with her arms, her lips red and her enormous tongue jutting out ready to eat me up. My naked body she holds in a deadly embrace and it is akin to a timeless, tight embrace - a volcano of energy I feel is being transmitted on to me. Dark matter or the goddess with glowing eyes, a bluish black tinge of colour on her glistening dark bare skin, primal energy Shakti - personification of the force. I am as if riveted to her, my head falling back, my yellow body in contrast to the black contours of her form - her bosom crushing my ribs with several kilo-tonnes of cosmic power – I am truly terrified. Red and yellow flags all around in the background and several little elfs and demons, surround me baring all their jagged teeth as if ready to dig into the leftovers of me, if anything was left after the goddess devoured me herself. H...

Evolution - Age: 25 to Age: 30 [click to enlarge]

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