Why I Smiled When At Sedona

The stones were fiery red. They stretched all over the horizon blocking everything behind me. When I reached out to touch the fissures, the early morning sunlight had not yet warmed the chill of the night on them. Sedona, Chapel of the Holy Cross, did not disappoint. The Americas of the midwest was a different country.... Continue Reading →

The Precipice Trail – Acadia National Park

I thought the park authorities were joking. They were not. This notice meant business. I can safely say that the Precipice Trail is one of the "one-slip-and-you-are-dead-with-multiple-fractures" kind of a hike. However this hike, when it is open to hikers, passes through sheer cliffs where peregrine falcons nest. So I put on my shoes, gathered my courage, took my pair of... Continue Reading →

Love in the land of Iguanas

There must have been atleast 50 iguanas placidly sunning themselves amongst the centuries old Mayan ruins. The sweltering heat steamed us into walking, baking pieces of meat wrapped in crisping human skin. Human tamales. The lizards had each staked out a tree, guarding its shady territory. Lazily glaring at the occassional intruder with a menacing slither... Continue Reading →

Afternoons in the Cabin in the Woods in Vermont

Inasmuch as needs were concerned, for those three days that I spent in the Green Mountains of Vermont, I was a perfectly content man. As far as I could see there were green trees poured over never-ending folds of mountains dissolving into cool blue-gray shape-shifting clouds. A wooden cabin filled with musty old books, hidden passages leading to... Continue Reading →

Precipices and Waterfalls

Precipices play an important role in my life. They make me stop and think. Waterfalls have the additional illusive trigger of static motion. It reminds me of being in the presence of a caged wild animal. The raw power it can unleash sends shivers down my spine even if all she ends up doing is flirtatiously spray cool... Continue Reading →

The Mountain’s Secret

Breakheart Pass The Mariko Aoki phenomenon is an urge to defecate when inside bookstores. I felt it now. Just that instead of a bookstore it was the menacingly snow shrouded Eiger North Face that I was facing. It seemed that only I had been foolhardy enough to venture out that afternoon. I had hopped off the crowded train... Continue Reading →

Homage to Catalonia and Kerala

"It is the same in all wars; the soldiers do the fighting, the journalists do the shouting, and no true patriot ever gets near a front line trench, except on the briefest of propaganda tours. Sometimes it is a comfort to me to think that the aeroplane is altering the conditions of war. Perhaps when... Continue Reading →

Of Friars and Fries – Day 5

To my aunt there is no such thing as moderation among drunks. Men are either teetotalers or perennially hiccuping dipsomaniacs. The best way to make her laugh would probably be to read to her the job description of a brew master. I am not sure how she would have reacted if she was shown the beer brewing friars of... Continue Reading →

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