Spiritual... not religious...

The title of this post comes from the Orkut religion options! :)

Am re-reading Chocolat... N cannot help wonder... how did religion become *SUCH* a restrictive part of people's life! Why can't religions liberate our minds...? Help us think... think ahead... think lateral.. think diagonal.. think backwards... but *THINK* !!! It's not very differnt from what we hv at home... Religious advice is becoming noisy, no longer inspiring...

I say to myself, yet again, nice book... bewitching... wicked... beautiful... delectable.
Went for a Chocolate Truffle with vanilla ice-cream n choc sauce at Cafe Coffee-Day, on the rainy Sunday, with Sam n strolled in the Thakur complex garden... felt like part of the book ... Cravings shd be given in to... >:)

UK trip- 1st day.. 1st Impressions

... Feeling prolific...!

*Third* post in one day... too much by my LAZY standards

The weather reminds me of my UK trip... so here's the promised travlogue.. in parts...

reached Heathrow, on a *SUNNY* afternoon, wearing a faux leather jacket! From HEathrow to W#$&*(^ in a cab driven by "Kashmiri" (?) "Amitabh Bachchan"!!! He's chattering away, asking me about India... small talk, but a lot of it... He plays Hindi radio... Empty Roads... Rows houses with little gardens. Where are d people? There are cars, but where are d people? There's an old lady reading on a bench outside her house... soaking d rare sunlight, I think :) Something reminds me on Enid Blyton!
I'm having a minor panic attack- What if d cabbie's taking me for a ride? How do I know! He's talking too much... If I yell for help, there isn't a soul on d road, in broad daylight! I don;t hv a working cell! I quickly say a short prayer- Vighnaharta! get me thru this!

The BnB... Big on the outside... teeny rooms inside... strang-ish division of spaces. An east European house-keeper, speaks in heavily accented, almost unfathomable English. I get settled into the room. Twin beds, tho' I'm not sharing with anyone. How I wish Sam was here! How does d shower tap work? I call my collegue in office... report to work at 1.30pm. Call Sam n Mom from office- let them know I'm safe :).

Get myself a temporary place. Get to know people around... get to work-out schedule... Sorta tired... Take d office shuttle. D driver (also appears to b east eurpoean) is rather talkative (are they all like that?!) Carries my laptop case 4 me. Boys ask him to play Hindi music. He says "only if d new lady sings"... I just hide n try to make myself invisble behind d seats... He persists... Boys talk him out of it... They're being nice :)

From d shuttle's drop-point, it's a long walk to the BnB. It's getting a bit chilly, windy... I HATE this sort of cold!, It freezes my bones... Boys take me upto their BnB; we hv chai... they drop me to mine... It's 7 mins away from theirs.. I reach my room... just 5 channels on TV... pigout on theplas, laddus ... drop off ... Sleeppyyyyy... Some serious work ahead tomorrow... My shoulders ache... laptop's heavy... Jet-lagged... Don't think so... ZzzZZZzzzz...

Connect...

... with myself ...

- with words, books, ideas, ideals...
- with dance, music, my physical self...
- with dry pastels, ink, brushes, paper...
- with architecture, vistas, photographs...
- with people, potraits, places...
- with plants, animals, birds...
- with earth, water, skies...
- with fire, fractals, force...
- with the universe, the elementary particles...
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I'll take the rain... Anyday!

Tee Hee heee... that's how it makes me feel :D I can't wipe the huge grin on my face when the rains wash into my life every year...

Grey, yet Green,
Muddy, yet Clean (well, not Mumbai's roads!)

Tempestuous, yet Soothing...
Dark, yet Lightning...

Damp, yet Aromatic...
Depressing, but Romantic...

Dreamy... Drowsy...
I want to get drunk with the rains...

Whatz love gotta do with it?

Does love mean thinking of someone all the time?
Does love need space?
Does love need sacrifice?
Is it love if you sacrifice urself for someone not worth the sacrfice?
Does love need proving?
Is love tug-of-war?
Does love need prodding?
Does love need account balancing?
Does love change over time? If it changes, was it love in the first place?