There I was, sitting in a bar in Toronto last week, with nothing on my mind, when by and by I got to thinking about how to while away time. I had ordered a drink and an appetizer of butter chicken and was waiting for the food. From where I was sitting I could see... Continue Reading →
Virgin Mary, with her pasties on, high heeled stilettos and jiggling bums was stabbing the bread baby Jesus on stage. The burlesque performance was irreverently hilarious. One number was Charlie Chaplin doing a slapstick strip tease.I was constantly laughing and squirming. Another number was a blue haired Jesus with a skrillex cut conning a mercy... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 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 →
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 →
Breakfast in Belgium, Lunch in Luxembourg, Dinner in France We drove 6 hours and 600 kilometers just to say that. Coarse vanity. But isn't that what we live for? If we are not comparative pleasure seekers what are we? I did this, what did you do? I did not do this, what would you have done?... Continue Reading →
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