Siavar Ram Chandra Ki Jai

Well seriously, I dare any man, even today, who can be known as 'his wife's husband'.

For ages, Krishna, lord Krishna was my fav (what mortals dare) avtaar of Vishnu. Then I began reading Ashok Banker's Ramayana. I won't dwell into the book but suffice to say. Lord Ram is the man.
After his wedding with Sita, Ram is hailed in the book as Siavar Ram. And the man still carries his own (he is just a man in the book).
It leads me to think only truly great men can pass this tough test of being addressed by their relation to a woman. This form of address does not take away from them, or make them smaller, or simply flinch. If anything it adds to their stature.
So I salute men like Ram.
Siavar Ram Chandra ki jai.

BOOM

I read somewhere that love is a chemical reaction. Now I'm no science student. But did pay attention to the subject till class 10. If it is a chemical thing, the chemicals must differ each time the reaction happens coz the people involved would be different. What if one time it's a horribly bad reaction. Like disaster. Like hiroshima Nagasaki. and the experiment goes boom in the laboratory called life?

Whatever

Today I have nothing to say. As in zilch. Zero. Am blank.
So am saying this:

answer

Ok. Here's why I've started blogging.
There are a million things (thoughts) that keep swimming in my head. Sometimes it gets kinda crowded in here. Often, they get projected in my actions. In ways I'm not always proud of.
So I write them down. And get them out.
Of course i could keep them in my mailbox. (have tried that) but it does not work. did not work for me.

Un finished story

On my bookshelf, behind the recent reads it lies. An unfinished relationship. An unfinished book. It began well. A definite page-turner. Unputdownable, one could say. But then the book was closed. Never to be opened again. In my mind I go over the pages I've read wondering what would have happened if I had read the complete book. But somewhere I know I never will.

Who wants to go on a holiday?

I do.
Not because I want to run away from something. But simply because I just like to run. Well actually travel. To be honest I simply can't resist the anticipation of what a tour, journey or destination will bring. The prospect of travel is so ripe and laden with possibility. Who will you meet? What will you see? And most importantly how it makes you feel.

As a child my most vivid (and cherished) recollection of travel is of our many journeys to Lucknow. Since my grandparents lived there, every summer we would go to Lucknow by train. Now Grandparent's home is a treat and joy for all kids. For me the real thrill was the train journey. The chugging of the engine, the blue berths, the co passengers, the (not so) blur of towns you passed. I thought being a TT and getting to travel to Lucknow was the coolest job in the world.

Indeed, till my twenties I used to be so excited about travelling by train that I just couldn't sleep the night before.
And Of course, due to lack of sleep, I'd sleep through the entire journey.

more question and no answers

Is it still cheating if it doesn’t happen anywhere?
But only in my head.

Is a sin a sin if it’s not committed, but just imagined?