Showing posts with label wishful. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wishful. Show all posts

Monday, October 17, 2016

Assorting outdoor stuff

58 hours later - I am back in the man cave, in home #2. AutoSanta has brought me loads of things - notably, gizmos - to indulge in, which I immediately start with after a brush and a meal. My life will be surrendered to gizmos over the coming week. That, and tapes, for now I have a sick tape collection, accumulated over September month - two kinds of duct tape, cloth tape, rubber tape, kinesio tape, electrical tape, and thin-foil tape - a month-long overzealous pursuit of tapes comes to an end, hurrah!

Christen this spirit Gizmo Baba and let him wander trying out the gizmos. The tape streak could be considered a subset of a survivalist streak, that has led to find and procuring myriad items. Latest to be tried out were a coupla headlamps - a BD and a V. Shortly before, a coupla multitools, both very zeitgeisty - the GD and the LM. And before those, the porta-speakers. Then the last week a coupla survival whistles, a space blanket, flourescent paracord, a chainsaw, dry bags, and a coupla buffs. Assortement is the name of the game, or so it seems.

Soon I shall burden myself with reviewing things formally. Distractions overboard!

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Boys Don't Cry

२४ तारिख एक घंटे भर की दूरी पर है | २४ को मैं २७ का हो जाऊँगा | अपने मित्र-समूह में शायद - सबसे बड़ा होने के एकलौते कारण से - सबसे पहला हूँगा जो कि '२७-फिर-भी-डब्बा' श्रेणी में प्रवेश लूँगा | हम सब आलसी प्रकार के रहे हैं | अभी तक बावरे बैठे हैं, ज़िन्दगी के कई पहलुओं से असहमत, दूरदर्शिता कि कमी के कारण परेशानियों में घिरे | हमें या तो अपने पैर तले धरती तक पर संपूर्ण यकीन नहीं, या फिर उस यकीन पर कोई मानवीय गर्व नहीं |
"Boys Don't Complain" and "Boys Don't Cry" - जैसा कहते हैं | अपने दर्द से इतना वाकिफ हैं कि बाहर पूरे संसार का दर्द छुपा रह जाता है | हमारी नज़र शीशे में अपनी परछाई पर ही टिकी ठहरी है, चाहे उसके पीछे एक पूरी जंग चल रही हो या तड़प-पुकारें हमें बुला रही हों |

I need a new song for my age. In retrospect, 24 was the perfect age - I had Neil Yong's "Old Man" to lift me ("24, and there's so much more"). Through 25, I dragged it on, just in assurance that the 'so much more' is right at the corner and coming (a perfect Bokononist untruth). For 26, I had a developing sense of gloom over memories that the song brought, and the promises that were just gas (I would see that as my injustice to this rock anthem).I could see a ship, no, a dinghy floating by a pier, with a festive snapshot of me in a state of [deluded] certainty over my promises. That dinghy, too, seems sunk now. There needs be a reminder that life ain't as dead as it seems to be, an age-appropriate one, hence why I need a song. I hope I don't settle with Pink's "Comfortably Numb".

PS: this?

Thursday, November 18, 2010

I will name my language Klingon. Wait...

Have been thinking of over-the-counter medication as a fad and for my pending (teenage) trip. It almost feels a necessity right now, when the weight of the world somehow gets lost in translation, and all that one interprets is a cured, filtered-for-consumption version of it.

Maybe I should learn a new language, because I have repeatedly found myself an F- student at my knowledge of words and phrases like 'future growth prospects', 'career planning', 'rat race', 'aspirations', 'life goals', 'compromises', 'being real', 'see Mr. XYZ's kid who's doing so well', 'marriage'. I should rather work on finding a langugage where all this condensed to 'जियो' or 'live on' and that would be all we could advise to our peers and the younger ones upon whom we see moralistic and idologistic-philosophy-pounding a prerogative.
Yes, indeed, Language is the solution to my situation - Let's invent one!

PS: the only other word in the vocab would be 'awesome'
PPS: In my context, certain words that should also be condensed whereforth they will lose their meaning - 'random hardons', 'stroking', 'alcohol abuse', '5AM-high', 'skinny dipping'

Monday, March 09, 2009

Go See Tso

Today was spent making up my mind to visit the Tso family - the bunch of (remnant) lakes in a close cluster, lying in the the region of Zanskar/Leh, not far from the course of River Indus: Tso Kar, Startsapuk Tso, Thandsangkaru Tso/Kiagar Tso, Tso Moriri and the Kyun Tso. So far it's only wishful thinking, but if plans go through, it will sprout a halo of transcendence about me. Right now I'm thinking of my possible accomplices: there are a couple of friends who are all set for Leh, maybe I can flex their plans; there's a friend who will want to run away from the world for a couple of weeks come May, I'm assuming; and then there are some new candidates on the horizon, with whom I'm not that familiar with, but well aware of their unwavering passion for adventure.

Can you digest that the Tso Moriri is 30,000 acres in surface area? 3,333 of my (former) college compounds can fit into that! But in the name of fauna, there is mainly the Wild Ass, which, though a disappointing animal for all the other wealth our jungles offer, has been a favorite of mine since class VII, when our geography teacher - that hag - would tell us about the abundance of wild asses in the state of Gujarat. Yes I was that degenerate.

All these lakes are within 60km of linear trajectory, but as one is aware, that it comes to a few hundred kilometers of winding roads. Alternately, I wish I could trek all that distance, in the spirit of a wanderer. And then to add to the mystical part I'll have visits from the tree fairies on the nights when I'm out camping, and they will feed me berries and roasted venison. I hope they would give me a return air ticket from Leh as well, for I won't be having any energy left by the time I've seen it all.

ps: that reminds me to explore the occult in these ranges