1000 Miles of Stares

Don’t get hung up on bad part, don’t waste it, don’t cry for long, live the life as much as you can, because before you know it, you’d be too old for it, because despite everything life is too short.

Words of Banaras X - The Finale

The vibes of Varanasi interspersed with the millions of stories found in every corner; of it’s powerful essence; I leave this place in it’s paradox of chaos and calm...

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Words of Banaras IX

Traveling, in true essence, is like reading the love stories of cities, villages and sometimes of their ruins, it’s about feeling euphoric for their fortune and mourning for their tragedy. Whilst traveling, you strive to find out about their past, present or perhaps attempt to picture how they might look like in few decades. Similarly every love stories start somewhere and leads to present, sometimes to a promising land, sometimes to ruins, consisting obstacles, uneven surface, just like, cities had affairs with its creators, protecters, attackers, traitors; it might have seen many best decades and suffered many centuries. What if it hadn’t any affairs, no historical events, nothing at all, just simple plain existence, would it still be considered travel worthy? Perhaps not, without memories, it means nothing. With memories, even a piece of paper becomes so precious that its value can’t be determined; whilst without memories, the whole world seems inconsequential. Each city, each village is a love story.

Bodhi tree in Korean temple, Sarnath

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Words of Banaras VIII

At this moment, I am wandering around in local Tuk-Tuk in the outskirts of banaras and this song is being played in Tuk-Tuk and the lady, sitting beside me, is also humming along with this. I know this is little thing but I cannot express how relaxing it feels. How small things matters. I should continue keeping poker face, looking outside, so that  she remains comfortable and keep humming. I love it.

 - On NH 31-

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Words of Banaras VII

Everyone speaks a language not everyone can understand but there is a language called “language of love” - everyone can decipher. The cows of Banaras are so chilled out and soft-spoken that if you greet them with good morning, they respond with “Dhur Mardwe, Mahadev!”, perhaps they are high on Mahadev’s blessings too. Har Har Mahadev!

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Words of Banaras VI

A joke just came to my thought just right now, and I am laughing hysterically, it’s so funny, so here it is:

A husband used to often drink and his wife didn’t like that.

One day, the husband instead got high in the evening - not alcohol but something natural :)

He was really high as fuck as sky.

Suddenly his wife called on phone.

He picked and said - “baby I love you, I want to hug you.”

Wife asked, did you drink again?

Husband: No darling, I am not.

Wife: Kaoo meri kasam! (Swear on me!)

Husband sweared on her.

Then conversation diverted to other stuffs.

Not too late, husband said, “baby I love you, I want to hug you.”

Wife: Are you drunk? Swear on your mother.

Husband said, “No darling, I am not. I swear on my mother”

Then conversation resumed between them.

Then. Same circles and husband sweared on everyone saying, “No darling, I am not”

He was not lying, right... hahahahaaghhg.

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Here I am laughing hysterically. I should not laugh, I might be making other uncomfortable. Huh 😏. Okay inside laughing start. Now everyone happy including me :D

Coming back, hey, I created this joke:D

Coming back, do you remember that smile when you are just smiling and also sometimes laughing little bit too without making a bit of noise because of no reason at all, that blush, that’s called “bliss”. That’s what I am having on my face. I am blissed with a bless blessfully.

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Words of Banaras V

What does chaos signify - Lack of order, isn’t it? But isn’t it lack of order too if we don’t understand the underlying meaning of what’s beneath the surface? What could an mathematical equation mean to an illiterate - nothing, but a mathematician could instantly recognize its underlying meaning. What might be chaos for one, could be order for another. It’s all about perception. But then again, mathematicians are not born mathematicians, are they? They learn, they learn from their failures and thus they become what they are. The real question is, are you prepared to embrace your failure as you would embrace success, if yes then you are on the way, just hold on - something amazing is coming your way!

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