diary of a traveler

Finally i got it - an excuse to write a blog after almost 10 years. As a trial run for the solo holiday plan that has been cooking up in my mind since past 3-4 years, a short trip to Daman was planned & executed. As is usual these days, the digestion was not up to the mark but I was determined to board the 9:30 bus to play a one-day getaway (Not Get Away!!!) game in Daman. Everything was planned but not the punctuality of the bus which turned out to be the game changer. Anyway the trip itself was a last minute exercise to pass time on the long weekend so i never expected it to be a grand success. April 18, 2019 I realized even before beginning of the journey that going by commuter bus for a holiday was a bad idea. But still I was looking forward to all the fun I could have on the tourist place, mostly famous as the Drinking Destination of Gujarat, apart from drinking by the way. So I reached Daman around 6:30 in the evening & started looking for a place to stay ...

There's nothing i can think of to write about today yet i'm writing! Maybe because i have the will and where there's a will, there are many ways to bore readers. Starting with the talk of the town - no, its not about me - its the 20-20 cricket series giving a miss of about 20+20 episodes of women's favourite soap operas! Eventhough i still love playing but I don't like watching cricket matches. If I was really interested i would have bought a TV. Instead i played a fantasy game of making my own team. I bet players involved in this entertainment festival can't hurt spectators' expectations by playing their boring natural game. So thus i lost miserably in the fantasy game!

1) i never sleep on my back, it could be any other orientation possible. 2) i don't feel comfortble while eating with a spoon. 3) i can't avoid uttering abuses while driving. 4) i want to quit smoking forever. 5) all the time i worry about the economic and social situation of my country as it will affect my comforts finally. 6) i suspect all the people around me are secret agents of one or other mafia gang and i keep studying each person to unearth the unknown mystery! In fact i stare at women too for the same purpose and they misunderstand all the time. 7) i hate wearing any kind of make up. 8) i hate to confine myself in any closed place with nobody watching because then they imagine that i must be masterbating!

"We sacrifice our lives at the border for you civilians and you don't follow the laws of the country", told an army person to me in harsh tone filled with patriotic emotions. The tower clock of the small town was showing 9. I was out on a deserted road to get a cigarette as i had exhausted my stock of cigarettes. The lonely walk through the icy air seemed to be taking hours eventhough the pan shop was just 10 minutes away. And i made it just before the shop was shut down. So thats it. I wish i had walked slowly to find the shop closed. I was shocked and embarassed when i got the lecture on my sin of smoking in public place. But deep down i felt honored for my recognition as one of very few exemplary citizens who must obey each and every law firmly to inspire common people. So what if its usual to find people smoking around pan shops ? Being distinguished from those and knowing the high opinion about myself gave me much better kick than the snatched cigarette could have gi...

Heartbeats were taking the inner route to reach my ear and i was feeling the danger breathlessly even before it could escape my heart ! I can't, i just can't climb down, silent screams had filled my mind and soul but i was helpless at a great height with almost straight stairs. And suddenly i felt a tingling sensation between my legs. That's it, i'm right here in my bed, at some 2 feet height from the floor, its 8 in the morning and above all i need to pee badly ! So its a smooth landing on the grounds of reality, i'll make and serve tea and that too for only me ! Off white ! The image of a cute little girl exclaiming in a tv commercial came to my mind as i noticed the effect of smoking on my teeth. Anyway, it can't help me to quit smoking as i don't look in the mirror more than once or twice a day ! It takes about an hour to finish tea and bath on weekdays but on a sunday clock slows down as the upcoming minutes have no job assigned to them. Its good actual...

2010 is beginning in about 6 hours from now and i'm getting emotional saying goodbye forever to 2009. So here i'll attempt to recall the days that have now settled inside my memory cells after passing through a memorable events filter. I lost 27000 Rs. in one day, gained 17000 Rs. in one day, said "yes" to marry a girl and then denied when she also agreed, got back to 10 cigarettes per day before completing my treatment for chest infection, bought a gas cylinder in my own name and started to plan cooking (plans are to be executed in 2010) at my residence, was told to get out of office for denying orders - all these are memorable, some painfully though, in the sense that i can recall them now. And then there are some minor incidences that qualified to pass the memory filter. The usual scolding from dad with an explicit question that whether i'm a man or not, working in the office till 11 pm where most of the staff don't have work during stipulated duty hours, a...

Oh shit ! My heart skipped a bit as the engine stopped suddenly. I was stuck amidst a jungle of cars, bikes and buses for about half an hour. Just one or two hundred meters to go and i'll be out of this mess, i was thinking moments before my scooter's engine went silent. Luckily it was ok, it roared again and the excitement complemented the missed heart bit. Maybe the chilly winds hitting my body iced my mind and i kept driving thoughtlessly to find myself in a heavy traffic jam ! A new experience to write on my blog - i was thinking while heading home after getting out of the jammed road !