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 →
Old Grandma Rescues Knight in Shining Armour in a Car and the Damsel After 3 hours of uneventful driving from Haarlem, we were now stuck in the bylanes of old Bruges. It was a tiny car but the streets were tinier. The tiniest of grandmas hopped into our car with an "Allez, Allez". We stepped... Continue Reading →
When I woke up that morning little did I imagine that the day would end in Amsterdam's Chinatown with a lasciviously grinning man stroking my earlobes in front of my wife. Church, Church Baby I had dreamt of a church the previous night. Maybe it was because Grotekerk was on my mind when I hit the bed.... Continue Reading →
An Unwitting Spectacle The last two months I have been making slow and delicious progress on the Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas. I also think you would have had as much fun watching me read the tome. As I was reading an engaging section, where The Count makes a particularly daring escape, I thought I had... Continue Reading →
After a quick puff of the gateway drug, I settled down for dinner. We were joined by some cousins who have decided Amsterdam is the place to temporarily put tent while figuring out ways to permanently flee India. I was slightly giddy from the haze, moderately peaced out and extremely hungry. So read further with a pinch... Continue Reading →
It is always a dreary affair to write about holidays. It reminds me of Gary Larson cartoons where shark families grin in front of a projection of their picture in Hawaii while other bored shark families feign interest. It is fun only for the family. I understand it. But even then, I want to maintain a chronological journal of... Continue Reading →
Time: May 21st 09:45 Place: Manhattan Nobody asked me to do it. I walked into the tulip trap myself. Like Dorothy and the Lion in the land of Oz. "Thanks a lot. Have a great day". I smile, thanking the lady with red rimmed eyeglasses and azure blue beads behind the glass. What I want to say... Continue Reading →
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