vivek sekar

25 years have come by and each day , week, month and year has been a change.

but this time around, its a change in my address

25 years, and close to 20 changes in my address, some within a city, some to new cities, and some to new countries.

now i demand change for i am used to this, and without this change the monotonous life seems even more monotonous and ordered.

but for the last few times, the change is not surprising, for its only me who is been changing places, while my family sits in the same place. and i am aware of the impending change coming, because i decide on it.

i miss the feeling of not being able to grieve for what i will miss and for what i am missing. i miss the feeling of knowing about the change only in the last minute and going to a new place without any idea about what to expect. i partially miss the nervousness about meeting new friends and people that i meet in the new places, for now i am in place where social contact is reserved by right

untamed, hidden in labyrinths, natures bounty waiting to be experienced and explored but not unveiled to the world.

rugged peaks, gorges, lakes and valleys. marooned islands, turquoise blue beaches and white sands. as the sun comes down.

walking on a trail, alone surrounded by the space around and nothing else, nature echoing and answering the questions, throwing trails and tribulation onto the paths to strengthen and steady the wavering mind.

free as in freedom

happiness is only real, when shared.

A broken vessel, an empty shell, what is a man without mind, without memory? A ghost? A body in search of a soul?

With no compass to guide us, how can we know if our destiny is to seek the good, or obey the demons that whisper in our ears?

The blank slate hungers to be written upon. The body thrives when the heart has a mission. – Heroes

first and then second, taking a breather. followed by the third and fourth.

zipping them together and sealing all the open ends. entering the first gas chamber, as the temperature takes a dip.

through the shaft, i move down to the lower layers to near the door to the second gas chamber.

clicking and a push, the winds rushes through and i move into the second chamber. this time the temperature plummets. the varied shapes of the inhabitants start to size me up and move closer, as the space closes in.

the breathing becoming more measured and frenzied at the same time, as lips dry up and the face starts to feel the stinging probes of the inhabitants, as they ready for the assault.

in a flash, my hands and palm open up to expose the skin, the inhabitants seize the moment and draw first blood.

Christmas is just a week off and as usual i am leaving Finland for some warmer retreats. i have pretty much been sold the lonely experience it is when in Finland for christmas, everything stops and everyone celebrates with their families.

So this time the haunts for Christmas for me are : Amsterdam, France and Barcelona.

one fine night after a 10 mins discussion, me and karthick decided Amsterdam. it was the cheapest flight out of Finland that was in the heart of Europe. next day ramanan joins in before noon, and by afternoon kiran and balaji became the able accomplices for this trip. the trip is all about reaching Amsterdam, rent a car have dinner there and then cross through Belgium, Luxembourg, with halts in France heading towards Barcelona.

with only one night of booking for accommodation, i plan to have highway stops as the bed for the remaining days. good food, excellent wine and vineyards, and followed by more food and a pass on the highest bridge on the world. all part of the trip.

2 photos in particular themes, got a mention in a twitter contest at onemansblog.com along with trey ratcliff.

i tweeted one photo on day 1 and was suprised at it getting a mention, because it was not the best (according to me)  of photos that i sent. but still.

2 nd edyta, tweeted the mentioned photo. while those i tweeted didnt find a place.

you can find the photos at :

day 1 : landscape

day 2: vehicle

day 3, there was no mention.

i read this at shekhar kapur’s blog, and found them to pretty much resonate what is in my mind, but with a touch of simplicity and elegance on how its written.

The most creative words I know are ” I don’t know” .

If you know, then there is no yearning and no art. Because knowing is finite and false. Not knowing and yearning is infinite and the truth.

Yearning is Art.