Renaissance of my Vanished Sense of Heritage

Youngest city, one of the top two living places in the world, host of 2010 winter Olympics, a few of many that were stated about the Vancouver city! My first trip to north eastern parts, somewhat memorable for many reasons! To start of with, would definitely be, two days off from work while watching my other buddies working their butts-off and me having a great vacation!!

The fall colors of Vancouver; with the weather predictably unpredictable as the locals quote; the city's focus on the European architecture preserving its antique etiquette and its endeavor to still encourage the contemporary; Permeated sweet European accent in the shops and Crowds infused with Punjabi; A splendid 10% of the city embodied with parks; And not even a single highway inside the city yet making it a city; - its a place to be.

It's this spot between the latitudes and longitudes that is only 100 years old yet preserving the culture, faceting it in every building it built and every nature it preserved in and around Vancouver and greater Vancouver.

In these captivating sightings I had, there unleashed a regret followed-up with self-consolation. I understood the definition of Heritage for the very first time. For all my hate towards history and social studies throughout my high school, I understood the significance to learn about the past. For so long, I stumbled upon the fact that the only non-depleting wealth I have is my Heritage imbibed in every work of art - Sculptures of Yellora, Ajantha; epics of Mahabharata, Ramayana; Folklores of our childhood heroes - Rama and Krishna, exemplifying with their unraveling characteristic, proverbial charm and incredible responsibility. It doesn't end there or it doesn’t have an end probably.

Ancestors not only gave us this heritage through this art but also their perceptive perspective of wrong-doings so that we will start from NOT doing wrong and find a courageous path towards success with a message – “Ages pass-by but the spirits should always stay high!”

Anyways, Cruising just above the non-whitey clouds, gazing at the heavens as if it's the clearest sky and the darkest night that you could ever get to see; with shining and sizzling white patches on the clouds here and there coz of the piercing light from the stars on the ground, listening to Dido and imprinting my just happened incredible experience on the flight back is a perfect ending to my trip as long as my friend comes and picks me up!

Yes, he did – hence the post:)!!

Click!

May be life is sometimes void without its throbbing special effects on us!

Than the first 100 we got,
its the first time we barely passed! - that's more memorable

Than the most enjoyed moment of our success
its the lamest thing we did when we are upset! - that's more memorable

Than the first love,
its the first fight with that person! - that's more memorable

Than the most ridiculous lies we ever made,
its the most audacious truth we ever told - that's most memorable

Than the person we like
its the person we hate - we recall the most

Than the every calm night you go through,
its a scary storm - that lies at the top of the head

These bitter truth of life are the ones that distinguish the day from dark, fall from winter; helps us to enjoy the success better, like a person more than oneself!!

If you have come this far; Why did I name it as Click? Dare to take a guess???!!!

Tagged Weirdly...

Tagged by Rambler, here are the six galactically eccentric statements!!!

Here we go:

1. I shout and scream, a little on the scary side, when I watch any game!!! Well, I call it passion; people think that's weird!..may be they are right!

2. In a given 15 mts of span, I listen to MS Subba lakshmi followed by 50 cent! Limp Bizket followed by Vanessa Carlton...may be people arnd me are once again right!

3. Talking to/writing to/bugging any one with no difference between a person I know for all 25 yrs of my life or someone I met 5 minutes back!...eeh! even I agree thats totally dope!

4,5,6,7. I did some research to make my weirdness more genuine and this is what my buddies stated - My flickering mood; sensationally weird logic; goofy look and that I hangout with Jerks(eeeh...the same guys that cited these!!!) :)

Nope!....In case you are wondering, stating this to all you guys did not make my day!!!....[:x]

Random Minutes to Reminiscences

On October 7^th, 2006, the journey starts little skeptical of weather.com and most of the plan amorphous. After going to Point Reyes and walking 30 stories down to a not so attractive light house, I was in the line of fire. As usual, I always get lucky for the lame things I do. We walk into this beautiful beach where serenity laid in the sound of the roaring waves and their sporadic splashes on the rocks yet tintinnabulating the chime of all the chords and notes together. Even though the freezing waters acted cold and furious that did not hinder me from resurrecting my old, calm and warm acquaintance with the pacific. As all good things have to end, this ended for something better to begin. The journey to SFO starts with ‘under the bridge’ in the background and everything true in there except the city of angels.

Driving on 101-South, we take an unexpected exit that takes us on to a summit. The picturesque scene of the man-made monument called Golden-gate altered its grandeur beyond the portrayed pictures, the more we ascended. I finally made it, the place where Hulk was standing and X-men seek their last revenge. She flaunted me with a spectacular display of rusty golden tones betting to find a better show of any other paradise. Well, I almost fell in the trap thinking that is the most glorious thing that could happen on that day and I might have run out of my luck. In no time, I was proven wrong, infact ridiculously. I walk through this tunnel to take a peep of the other side of the bay and what I see is something I dreamt my whole life.

Ocean changing its color to orangish red as if it’s blushing to meet its long-awaited friend; a reddish skyline on the horizon; a distant ship sailing into the bliss of mother nature’s heaven; well, one of the most romantic moments in my life, unfortunately had to spend with three other guys. None to blame though:)! And yeah, sun always sets in the west and it is beautiful.

Clear Skies, Sunset on one side and Golden gate on the other! That sums it all! Believe me when I say I made so many jealous with the amazing glimpse I got. It might have lasted for minutes but the reminiscences remain forever!

Worth mentioning, the best part of the trip was the chauffeur all along!

Spontaneity – an attempt to appreciate the trait

After more than a usual day of work and workout, with the changing weather and a little chilly evening, I get out of my car wondering when I should wash it and when was the last time I washed it. I take a couple of steps towards my so-called ‘Bharat bhai ka hadda’! And I see a kid taking baby steps out of the door and his mom following him. I give a smile and stroll past them to take the stairs. Lost in the thoughts of feelings versus opinions with my buddy defining the need versus want, with more than unusual attempt to comprehend the apprehensions about the happenings over the past week and how the poem I so want to inscribe is no where close to my expectations -

I hear this lovable voice “Mooooom, Where is my ball?” She answers, I kept it there sweetheart and I think the guy walking upstairs kicked it off! I jump out of the side of my head to see if I really kicked it unconsciously! I laugh out loud and confessed to her that she got be completely bare-footed and was a good one.

Spontaneity is such a special trait and for me one of the astounding moral fiber that reflects a great personality. In this regard, I have to quote a story that I heard when I was a kid.

In an interview for an IAS position, the interviewer poses a coarse question to adjudge the personality/spontaneity of the interviewee. Interviewer says, “I think your mom is a b*tch”; the interviewee comes up with an unprecedented response “Yes sir, she is! But my dad is the only customer!”. Well, I apologize for the foul language but it is worth mentioning to echo the greatness of this trait. It saves you from embarrassment, it helps you to be witty and the best of all, it helps you to lie :) - as long as the trait doest not turn out to be a superfluous sarcasm.

Justified Contraries

This expression is inspired by one of my favoruite poet's work called BEYOND .

Justified Contraries

Life is filled with justified contraries

Talking something lame,
And blaming it on caffeine
Telling a lie,
And quoting it a white
Wishing for unreachable and unthinkable,
And naming that impossible.

Is this all me?

With insane insistence,
For what I believe in
With buried affection,
For folks that are mine
And With an inexplicable concern,
For people that are unknown.

Is this also me?

Yes I realize; it’s not Life that is filled with these justified contraries,
But a duo of me!