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Indian potpourri IIKarnataka- the painted sign proclaims (in three languages).The train grinds to a halt. The smell of metal is in the air. It's been a grimy journey. But eagerness and anticipation fills Josh Hartlett as he has reached Bangalore (Bengalooru)-all cosmopolitan. The itinerary says it was known as the pensioner's paradise a few years ago. However urbanity has hit it and made it more urban than most other cities. It is inhabited by a few foreigners. It was easy for Josh to see why. Its temperature was more pleasant than other cities.
It is also known as the garden city. It has plenty of greenery. But it was sad as he realized that pollutants are taking their toll. There were the green, cool gardens- Lal Bagh, Cubbon Park-to name a few. He found decent food in Bangalore- Pizzerias, McDonalds, and KFC… Quaint British villas hobnobbed with huge skyscrapers.
He found most people speaking good English, Hindi and Kannada.
This is known as the Silicon Valley. He found colossal IT parks with delegate
Indian potpourriIndian food was at first unpalatable. Josh had been on an All India trek.He tried the Northern food that was available in every little shanty called Dhabas. It was mainly from a place called Punjab (lit. the land of five rivers). He grew to relish it. They offered bread made in a tandoor (a pot like oven).Fresh, hot and delicious. He tried tandoori murg (spicy chicken cooked in the tandoor), and kofta curries (vegetables/cheese, meat balls smothered in thick spicy gravies), kebabs (skewered edibles), Biriyanis (spiced rice) along with a generous supply of raw onions, curd, green chillies and lime wedges. The spices they used were mainly was garlic, onions, cinnamon, cardamom, cloves, peppers, cashews….
Kashmiri food boasted of fruit-both dry and fresh .He began to enjoy Kashmiri pilaf (rice cooked with pieces of fresh and dry fruit) and naans and kulchas (pancake bread sprinkled with fruit as well) and ghosht (meat mainly mutton).Gujarati and Rajasthani food was succulent even in its b
Happiness is...A red gold sunset
A baby's gurgle
A mother's curls on the nape of her neck
A toothless smile
A distant laugh
A cheerleader's scream
A sailor's ahoy
A home nearing on a cold drizzly evening
A steaming mug of cocoa with a warm book beside
A sister's kiss
Chaos or CosmosIt's amazing....How the greatest anthropologists cannot unravel the biggest mystery ?I would choose the most flabbergasting and bewildering mystery as the human psyche,the essential soul within the Homo Sapien.It is as if we are trying put together the jigsaw puzzle of human race-its beginning and evolution.But the more we conclude the more baffling it gets.Our religions have developed mythological and fantastic theories of how we originated...
To think of how only two percent of the human brain functions.The rest is a colossal waste.Imagine if we could harness all the positive potential that we could build upon and work together with a common goal.But we let our petty differences and foibles rule and stifle our common motto-the ultimate human revolutionary evolution...
Shouldn't we be applying the 'agree to disagree' and 'win-win' strategies to iron out differences and ego clashes between us.After all this body and our personalties are perishable.
The idea of Nirvana is a bit too far-
NavratriNavratri, has the literal meaning nine nights (alliterative!).Celebration takes place for nine consecutive nights. The very mention of the word brings poignant memories The lights dancing along the heavily brocaded Ghaghra cholis. The mirror work beautifully formulated by some unsung artists. A million sparkle-spangled, vividly-hued, intricately embroidered full skirts swishing. Softly tinkling silver bracelets, anklets moving to the exotic rhythms. Hordes of smiling women with foreheads intensely beaded with perspiration. They pant while dancing but have ecstasy writ on their countenance.
The staccato rhythm never pauses while they pirouette. They carry decorated foot-long sticks and clack There's the unfailing beat .
Myriad hues reds, yellows, greens, blues. Gyrating fast and slow. There's the sweetmeats they gorge on to keep their pep. Icecreams, Aam ras, chats. The nights go by They dance till the wee hours of the dawn. Special provisions are made. There i
Blind beliefsJosh learnt the history of India piecing together the events that were narrated by a slew of people including the sants (the beggar monks that claimed to be in a state of renunciation), the merchants (vending all and sundry), the "guides" (who told scarcely credible stories of how, when, where and why the tourist spots existed), the palm readers and astrologers, the eager bystanders who nodded (the very oriental nod) and elatedly spoke gibberish.
He moved through the (high class) discotheques and through sleepy villages that had never seen power supply. There was rubbish strewn on roadsides some places and there were touching tales told of how people worshiped the Gods that took forms of trees, animals, human beings (yes, pantheism was rampant in India).He found it disconcerting that people, who were that sagacious and sane, worshiped snakes (often offering milk to the hooded asps called cobras) and the bloodthirsty Kali (mother Goddess).They had deities and demigods that ruled over mo
TajHe had visited most tourist spots that India boasted of, including the pearl Mosque city of Agra (at its bewitching best on a moonlit night) he snapped copiously away at it. The scented night made deep lasting impressions in his memory. He visited Chandni Chowk with its myriad hued hawkers. The festive iridescence casting a spell in its native chaos
He was spell bound at the peddlers and their wares. He then inferred something. There would never be that merry gaiety and pomp contiguous with the rich, splendid culture that this
new world had offered him in his country. Behind the garrulity and (seemingly) rude conduct of these simple hearted, almost bucolic mannered people, there lay a warmhearted concern and solicitude that no one in his "developed" continent could ever hope to match. He saw these curios, antiques and artifacts that were tremendously well-crafted and painstakingly wrought.
He saw sophistication in the city created by Le Corbusier called Chandigarh.
He saw the vas
Paradox ParoxysmsOne thing that India did not lack in was variety. People were seen in a myriad of colors, shapes and sizes. And they did a multitude of tasks. Josh was in an awed reverie when he suddenly was shocked by a sharp slap on his right arm .He turned right in time to see a
cow ruminating lazily swishing her tail about. He just about missed a dollop of dung.
He resumed his journey afoot wary of the penny pinching tricycle driving autowallahs.
He, then was awestruck by something he had never imagined .
A Mercedes E-class. The classy silver colored luxury on wheels was turning around the corner. He was aghast at the paradoxes India was offering, every minute of his life
He passed by a mixture of sorts-raggedy beggars and street urchins ,men urinating and spitting some awful red stuff that corner shops offered as paan.
Piles of malodorous foods-Samosas (some kind of potato filled pastries), Bhel Puri-(something that had no valid name in the more civilized world he knew of), Sweets made
Indian welcomeWhat was that again? Josh squinted in the merciless sunlight. A sign that said in a variety of scrawls "Ramanand Rao-("A cuer for the incueribals-homeopathethic doktor with hypnatics and reversel of blake maggic"). He was riding an "auto"
-a kind of a modified tricycle that honked and blared with a hideous cacophonic noise.
Yes, he had passed by the same "market" at least twice before. He had no clue about the
viciousness (literally akin to the "vicious cycle") of these swindlers
The man was crazy. He kept ranting on in a language that he called "Inglees"
The "auto man" was gleeful alright (at leading the lamb to the slaughter) through the narrow alleys. Josh wildly gesticulated at the blithering idiot and put on his most authoritative voice and ended up yelling at the smirking, smug Autowallah.
They had reached a nook .It was a dilapidated building. Ah! There was the lodge
That said (in the by now familiar variety of scrawls)"Shanthi Niketan"
He jumped out and was immediate
The Redrock"Now, my sons, I must fly."
Iris spun on her heels, leaping off the small rise she had been standing upon. Below were her beloved heirs, Casus and Elias, cantering their way up the Pass. She was far ahead of them, her grey coat sticking out from the red rocks of her environment. She had to tread both carefully and quickly; Andromedus would be missing her by now. The large stallion that she called husband was both as kind and compassionate as an earthquake, and four times as destructive.
The mare's fiery colored mane and tail whipped behind her as she ran, the mud from last week's storm still present on the pass. It flung from her hooves onto her swollen belly; the belly that may just carry the perfect heir. This child was her only hope for salvation, not only for her, but her herd and sons as well. The clatter of her hooves halted for a moment as she jumped onto a ledge, the only sound was her breath, then the noise resumed.
She was near
A Week or So prologueChapter .5
“Raven, can I come in? I need to talk to you a sec.”
Raven closed her eyes a brief moment, giving the book in her hands a quick, lamenting squeeze. She had been anticipating such words all day, had seen the joy shining in his eyes, had sensed the inner commotion his rigid posture had tried to maintain since after Slade’s defeat this morning.
Yet she knew she was about to hear something she did not, did NOT, wish to hear.
“Raven? You in there?”
She slowly laid A History of Incantations down beside her on the bed and stood. She lowered her hood over her eyes and headed to her bedroom door. His eagerness and happiness was pulsing, even through her sturdy metal door, into her room, like an unstoppable odor. For a brief second she thought of neither answering his beck nor responding.
Her door slid open.
Robin stood there, face impassive, completely calm, looking down at her. His chest
The Storm - Chapter 2Rain was pouring down from the dark, moonlit sky. Through the torrent of water, a figure wrapped in a long, black coat, umbrella in hand. Turning into an alleyway, she approached a door lit only by a small lamp above it. Knocking three times, the door was soon opened and the woman was quickly let inside.
Inside was a bar and a single table occupied by one man. He wore a dark grey suit, as well as a distinct scar that ran down his left cheek. Holding his hand out as a gesture of welcome, she pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down.
“I trust you brought what I wanted?” questioned the man in his low, gravelly tone of voice.
“Yeah, I brought it. I’m just worried that you haven’t kept up your end of the deal.” She replied as she slid a small envelope across the table to him.
Picking it up, he looked inside to ensure everything was in there. Quickly, his face became angry.
“Is this some sort of joke?!” He yelled, crumpling the empty enve
Venturiantale and The reader Apocalypse Ch. 20 The Devil (Refrence time)
"Uncle!" You scream, running up to the man. He comes up to you, with a gun pointing toward you.
Did she scream 'Help?' I couldn't hear with all the ruckuss. If she did, why was she running up to him? His
gun was pointing toward her.. I have to save her!
I get my gun out of my pocket, and, without hesitating, I shoot. I get him right in the neck, his body falling
to the ground like a deflated balloon.
You stare at your uncle on the ground covered in blood. The nearby soilders look over to see a man down.
"YOU DEVIL!" You scream at Isaac. "I FINALLY FIND SOMEONE I KNEW AND YOU SHOOT HIM!" Without thinking, you run
past the siblings, bumping Isaac's shoulder really hard. The soilders look at Isaac, and start to shoot.
They all get a
Echo-Chapter ThreePitch stared out to the world before him. The sky was slowly pooling into the dark of the night, and very soon it would be completely dark. And again Pitch could go out into the world and he would be able to make a mark. People would remember him. Just a little bit longer and he would be out in the world again. Doing what he could do best. That of course would be striking fear.
He was better at nothing else. He was a monster under the bed. The shadow at night. The whisper in the wind. The creak on the stairs. The vision out of the corner of your eye. He was Pitch Black. The king of everything that everyone feared. He was the boogey man.
In the beginning Pitch had been in an inner battle with who he was and who he had become. He had never wanted to be someone to scare the world and it's children. He loved kids and at one point in his life he protected them. But that all changed hundreds and hundreds of years ago. From the day he became Pitch Black to this very moment he was constantly i
Venturiantale and The reader Apocalypse Ch. 19 A familiar face?
You wake up to see Dominic in your face. He barks when he see's you've opened your eyes, and you mumble
a "Oh, great you're still alive?" You get up and walk around Jordan wasn't around. Did you lose him too?
Did he get killed or infected? Was he trying to save you? Nope. You see him around in a few bushes with
a gun pointing outward. You walk up to him, giving him a scare.
"Can you at least tell me you're comming?! I though you were a lurker." Jordan scolds, breathless.
"Sorry," you say quietly. But then, you hear a long screeching noise coming from behind you. You turn
around quickly to see a dead zombie behind you.
Blood all around them, you walk up to the body where Dominic lay. He's twitching, a large bite on his stomach.
You relized he had saved you and Jordan. If that were to come to
Mutual Acquaintance pt. 3Aria soon woke up to her being in a chair, her arms and wrists were restrained to the arms of the chair as her chest had a silver band across her torso along with one wrapped around her head. This was most likely a torture room as a couple of guards watched her.
These weren’t human as they stood tall; however, their bodies oozed with an ink like substance as they held weapons in their arms.
She looked down to find her legs still broken and unusable; however, the bones were no longer protruding out of her skin. The doors slid open as a metallic creature walked in. The sleek design of his body was clean and shiny as he was most likely some sort of combination of living tissue and technology.
He pulled up a stool and began to examine her legs as he saw that she was awake, “Good, at least we know that you aren’t dead to say the least.” He began to tap her calf as she hissed in pain, “Well at least your major arteries and veins aren’t bleeding out, don
Peace's Price, The Wither FamilySky happily munched on a loaf of bread, the two found some clothes that fit Sky's smaller frame well, though they were a bit loser than intended, a strand of hair tucked behind one of his elf like ears.
"Your highness, The Wither and his son are here."
Ty shot up to his feet while Sky stayed sitting on the bed.
"You go on and greet your friend, you'll bring him here and we can meet then."
The neather prince nodded before exiting the room. When Sky was sure no one was near, his body shivered as a claws hand was brought to his mouth, his frail form was wracked with harsh coughing and hacking which lasted a few minutes, his face was flushed slightly red.
"Darn it, a fever now? I guess it's to be expected with all the strain."
Sky let his eyes close as he worked to even his raged breathing, it wouldn't do to have Ty or his friend come in and find out he was getting sick now, but he wouldn't be able to hide it for long, it would only get worse before it got better. Thinking ab
Stay With Me (Levi x OC) - Ch. 3The blunt, but sharp, words from the Lance Corporal had been lingering in Haruna's mind since that night. Although, she was ordered to clean up the remaining bits of the razor.
When the sunlight started to pour through the sheer curtains, Haruna was of course awakened by it. Half opening her eyes, while shielding her face her left hand and sliding down into the blankets.
She groaned, loathing the morning phases of the day. Her breathing remained steady, as she turned away from the bright sunlight, still recalling the events from last night.
However, it was only a blur, after Levi had destroyed her knife. After that, it was all dark.
Then she slowly averted her eyes upward. Seeing that this was no longer her room, Haruna’s eyes became wide open, as she shifted her head left and right, viewing her surroundings. Soon enough, her memories refreshed to a bit of last night’s rage scene, where she had ran over to Levi’s office. After that, everything else was a complet
Indian Potpourri IIISouth was simply superb. Josh had reached God's own country-Kerala. The profusely viridiscent landscapes glided past in slow motion as he ferried the lakes. There is the immensely variegated boat race festival known as Onam. Long boats are oared by brown, sinewy men-each one vying to win the race. The women dress in white and gold, slowly sway, carrying small mud lamps around colorful patterns drawn on the ground with powders in every imaginable color called Kolams also called rangolis in the north.
Huge elephants are indispensable during Onam. The pachyderms are scrubbed by the proud, smiling Mahouts in lakes and then adorned with red and gold brocade and paraded with howdahs (saddles).This is the land of Kathakali,the indescribably complex, holy and radiant dance-danced by an all male cast. They sit for hours together and paint their faces predominantly with greens, reds, black and yellow and emote subtly yet articulately displaying a plethora of histrionics-pomp, pain, piety and pur
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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