Friday, September 3, 2010

Scattered Letters Between a Nomad & a Gypsy

No dates necessary.

Nomad n Gypsy souls are not caught in time frames....they move from one life to another.
And hence there will be more and more in this Title Scattered Letters...depending on my Gypsy soul n Nomadic mood.


Hi Nomad! I am back from my visit to parents and in-laws during the festive days. So how was your Christmas? Well my responsibility trip, as I put it, was really nice n well the sinful me did succumb to gluttony. I hogged a lot n came back with surplus kilos n inches. Now the only saviour is a treadmill but then I always give in to temptations of a lazy life. So God save me!!!

Hah! I forgot to do something- well a good hug n loads of wishes for a year that gives you the joy of friends, family n success and peace of doing what the heart believes in. ( And perhaps the strength to cope with the mundane which exists perpetually like the moss in a forgotten drain.)

Now I had missed your words and I do hope u won't make me wait for long.


Namaste Gypsy...Merry ho ho ho and a bottle of rum to ya...damn, I hate Christmas or at least the gluttony it fosters...There's nothing spiritual about it anymore...It's just all about consumerism now...Anyways, enough of my nativity - Oh, I mean negativity...Well, I'm back in Dallas and this time, I'm here all by my lonesome, babysitting the electronic monster we installed earlier in the year...alone for the holidays - it will either be relaxing or mind numbingly boring...As of late, I've been in a really bland mood...I don't really like where I am and the 'nothing' that's going on in my life but I'm not hungry to be anywhere else or do anything I said - bland...being the manic depressive freak that I am, I don't know if this is the mental state of balance that 'normal' people are used to, however, I do much prefer the extreme highs and lows of being's so much more inspirational...


It is September 1st and I have been back from one travel , continued my sabbatical and selective hibernation and I am preparing for another trip during which I will be a year older and start a new year, a new chapter. But that chapter too may or may not be titled Normalcy as they say.

As with all things in my life - nothing is for sure but everything is it will be with my new year...a chance to fulfill old resolutions and aspire to reach places not yet reached...will this be the year that I find the love of my life, whether that be in a place, person, thing or activity???


As you know, my view is not confined to the traditional narrow confines of: fall in love and live happily ever after...because, romance and love can move mountains but it is also a major pain in the neck and usually is just a bad excuse for not doing greater things ( Hey, I'm not a romantic - atleast not in the boy meets girl and they live in a perpetual state of nirvana filled with candle lit dinners followed by great sex - that's for the naive or people willing to be naive )...I have a few ideas buzzing around in my brain but not one that I have committed to...what are your hopes for this year??? Any new resolutions/promises to yourself???


When I arrived at Delhi and then Guwahati city from my trip in the Himalayas, I felt an overwhelming contempt for crowds...I must immediately visit somewhere less crowded with a much less hurried pace this year...a place with more palms and trees and less people, more calm than cacophony and where less is definitely more.....I am hoping this with this new trip. Not just on the outside but within too.

But Nomad, one of the timeless truths of life can be stated very simply: our thoughts form our world. What we focus on in our life grows, what we think about expands and what we dwell on determines our destiny.

Life really is a self-fulfilling prophecy- it gives us just about what we expect from it. So, what do we really expect from life?

Someone ( Gayatri ) told me :
There's always a little truth behind every "Just kidding"

A little knowledge behind every "I don't know"

A little emotion behind every "I don't care"

A little love behind every "I hate you"

A little not okay behind every "I am okay"

A little pain behind every "Forget it"

A little fear behind every "Leave me alone"

A little hope behind every "Goodbye"

There's always something behind every "Nothing"

There's always a lot of words behind every silence.

Every heart has a tale to tell behind every action, emotion and expression. We don't understand certain things because we often tell ourselves that silence, a foreign language, is being used. If only we would understand the speech behind every silence may be we would someday understand Life and hence Love also. Because love is a beautiful language, it breaks all barriers and we need to use it a little oftener than we sometimes do.

But love we share is like the one we have with the person in the mirror.....the other loves....we keep searching, changing, for we both have one constant...we want to be a nomad and a gypsy.


Yes, basically we both want to be that when we look at ourselves....don't stop looking at the mirror for you will then stop looking at me.

And now that you are going away for a while a little gift for your birthday:

There are many words to describe the many things that impress themselves upon our senses but no matter how beautiful the sunset is, if it doesn't touch our sixth sense - our inner mood - the colours are lost to darkness. There are times when feelings of exhiliration, danger and even grief can fill us so much that our senses become over-reactive and the emotions that churn within rise to volatility until they find release - spilling out into words. Pick up your pen and finish that's high time....give that as a gift to yourself and don't be me echoing words like....

Unfortunately, as of late, all I feel within is a void. Much like the tin man, I wish I had a heart but can't seem to find one. The world is a hue of grey and I'm just another cog in the machine.

However, all is not bad because there must be time for everything: a time to dream, a time to laugh, a time to cry and a time to be empty before refilling the sixth sense.

Bon Voyage....and whatever changes this travel/ work brings....keep a piece of yourself ...for yourself.

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