5 Moons @ The City of Saga | Undated

Krishna went searching for a good a restaurant when we had nothing to fill our belly other than noodles. He was lost in words as well as in sight.

Saga, a township situated in Southern Tibet, near the borders of Nepal - A downtrodden place to expect from a city with just four crisscross roads.

This is the first time we thought and tried different. Here the sun is comparatively brisky as it shows up sharp at 3 in the morning.

We spoke to the local people to guide us through the place. A group of seven acrobatic kids aged between 8 to 12 years conditionally volunteered to guide us.

We started believing that we aren’t in India when we sang “Roobaroo” with Vashisht, riding on a yak at an altitude of 15,433 ft. It was a terrible to sing that loud though. This would rocket us to the peak, for a 52km of wide saga view. We climbed like a rusted engine, when we started breathing through our nose.

The top – There was a clear sky, paved an astonishing bird’s view, graceful and magnificent. Healthy Sun-rays made those water bodies to glitter. Its formation sufficed the belief of Saga’s people by being a jewel around its neck.

Meanwhile we were asked to leave the place as the density of oxygen will reduce by noon and the velocity of air will increase, which would not be a challenge rather an impossibility state for us to reach the tent back.

It was too cold that we were asked not to take bath for those five days. But somehow we have to manage the other stuffs. I don’t want to invite any metabolic malfunction during my trip.

Krishna was like “???? “.

“We don’t use any separate rooms for toilet, God has magnanimously given the entire place for our disposal” Shizouka said. He can make the worlds excellent MoMo which the same world is yet to taste.

They don’t know about Ramanujam’s cryptic deathbed puzzle or Higgs Boson or The big bang theory or Stephen Hawkins. They don’t know why Manmohan singh still gives a friendly gesture in Siachen. But their intentions, way of life and attitude has been clinically carved by the 14^th Dalai Lama. He injects the path for enlightenment and reincarnation.

The place was too beautiful bedecked with good humans. They are blessed to claim that soil, I would say.

It wasn’t a normal day. No network coverage, no Internet, no WhatsApp, no towers to handle signals, no loud horn. We nearly came to know each and every one there.

I was able to see the want of perpetuity in those eyes and a deep thirst towards knowledge. They know what they need. They have got a high degree of moral fiber. Computers are still to be invented according to them. We spent around 3 full days with those kids, very brisk, smart, kind and confident. 

We saw their teachers who taught them Math and Science.
Who taught them values,Who taught them confidence,Who taught them to respect, to bow & to fight.

It was nothing but the blissful nature.

That night we all were together. “Wait for my master to come”, he said. We didn’t understand, we remained silent for a while.

It was around 8’o clock.

“Look at my master, how beautiful is he! He can hear our voices”, he expressed.

The place was dead silent for some minutes. The sky was bedecked with thousands and millions of stars. It was too unusual “for us”.

“This Place doesn’t belong to this earth, a constant passage of vibrations and an unknown side of nature. I would say beautiful is an understatement. The moon is gently floating through the crystallized water of Lake Brahmaputra (its tributary).” I expressed.

“The whole place is lighted up, understand the true mechanism of ecology, An overwhelming relationship between the living organisms.

What a brimming divinity”, Krishna said.

So many people claim this place, Hindus, Jainism, Buddhism and BŐn (a religion which predated Buddhism in Tibet).

“This is god’s own land”, I Said.

When we were about to leave the place after 5 nights, I asked about the conditional offer accepted with those kids.

“If you plan to come next time, can u get us some books and pencils, here … our savings (some coins on those tender palm)…”. he offered.

Vashisht looked at me and said,
“It’s time to pass on whatever we have learnt,
For all those unconditional love,
For all belief,
For all humbleness,
For all respect,
For Nature’s response,
For Tibetans…….”.
We should pass on …!!    

This fascinating story has weaved the highs and lows of Tibetans, which has chronicled our journey.

- An extract from my diary (undated).

And it's the love potion ....!!! | 2013

I don't believe in love ....

My new year started with a powerful note from my childhood friend. We fight too often for our similarities but ironically we never had a consensus for even a small thing. We had a 4 hours unbelievable Long chat that disproved my belief beneath fear.

He was calm, clear and confident. I was able to see an unwinding happiness in his eyes. He was completely out of words. But he had a supplementing expression to those eyes.

I asked him ''what happened ??''

“I am in love”, He said.

I started losing gravity towards my statement when I heard him without any pre-established notion.... The science of probability works without exception. His thoughts were too influential, very true and convincing. I have been through lot of true emotions. But this one is not of that kind.

I was tired of evaluating it. My thoughts were baiting me!!! This time my body was travelling unlikely through my thoughts …

My mind was not in a balanced state. Can it be quiet ? I asked myself.

The experience of transformation was little interesting. I welcomed it with all the excitement I ever had.

A bare extract of those emotions  -

He said,

" Why won't you feel lucky when u get more than what you really deserve. I felt it on a Saturday, blissful, too romantic enough to handle, very delicate emotions, long hours of songs to personify, unconstrained overflowing love with a fear behind the eyes and its divine when the other person responds to your fast beating heart.

If people say this is what is chemistry, then damn we have got traffic jam of understanding.

I saw the deepest form of being loved …I saw the deepest form of memory when I saw her for the first time.

An unshaped memory that was carried through out my life fenced, that chronicled my journey  through highs and lows ...... !

Though I was psychologically and emotionally equipped, I was not able to get rid of those memories. I wolfed all those memories into my heart.

I think this is where I failed to attain saturation.

My needle of hope started showing a low frequency when my parents said 'No'. I thought the needle would stop one day. But I took a long puff..... When she didn't have my hand ... She had my back ....

I can bet.... This is the same girl that my mom is looking for, was cradled later to share the future with me.

"May be I would have lost the fight but not the battle" …… By saying this I start my mesmerizing journey towards her !” "

- The Adrenaline to the story is the friend, who is my little shadow!  - ஆ தி