Excerpts From My Diary : Day 3

Day 3

15th May’18


5:40 am

We arrived at the Amritsar station and proceeded towards our hotel. We went in an open rickshaw and all the scenery zoomed by. One couldn’t see buildings with more than 2-3 floors. Our hotel is in the Golden Temple complex itself (almost). The complex is full of people. Everyone in a religious harmony, heads covered with ‘dupattas’ and handkerchiefs. As we entered the hotel complex, we were greeted with beautiful notes of Guru related verses in Punjabi. After having a bath, had the speciality of Punjab, Parathe and CholĂ© for breakfast. So tasty! It’s 8:45 a.m now, had some yummy Gulab Jamun and will leave soon for the temple.

9:30 am

We went to the temple. Took us almost one and a half hour there. The complex was very big and architecturally beautiful. It took us a long time in the queue. The temple was right between the holy lake, which was calm. When I went closer to the temple, I could see art and engravings. Some of them had many unique stones. The inlay was beautiful and several engravings of the Gurmukhi script could be seen on the gold. The temple houses one floor and a terrace. Also, we could see Koi fishes in the holy lake.

The Golden Temple

Within the Complex of the Temple

Inside the Temple

Beautiful Art inside the Temple

Art on the ceiling

Art near the staircase

(Inside the Temple)

Koi fishes in the Holy Lake

1:19 pm

After freshening up from the bustling crowd in the temple, we left for sightseeing. There are a lot of small lanes everywhere. They look so ancient, like they are right out of a pre-partition movie. The doors of several buildings were high and of steel, which looked ancient; like they’d never been discarded since the days of unrest. We walked by the market with lots of colourful clothes and fancy stuff.

Gobindgarh Fort

It was a big fort with its importance related to Maharaja Ranjit Singh. There was a live folk dance performance going on there. We went to a museum which housed statues and swords, armours and stories of Maharaja Ranjit Singh. The statues looked very realistic. There were hardly any people. I really enjoyed going up and down the fort.

We visited the Lal Devi Mandir as well. It was a big temple, which consisted of the replicas of the idols of several different and famous temples of India.

Wagah-Attari Border

The seats filled up very fast and the stadium resonated with patriotic cheers. At first, until 5:30 P.M, the children and women were called at the podium to display the flag of India. They seemed to have had an enjoyable time. They also danced to several Bollywood related patriotic songs. At 6 p.m. the gate closing ceremony finally began. The soldiers were really awesome! Their marching lifts reached right over their head. They marched till the other side of the border and displayed their combinations. After that the flags of both the countries were lowered and the gates were closed. All the while there were enthusiastic cheers by the audience, guided by the volunteer on the podium. It was an immense gathering of patriotism.

The Entrance to the Arena

The Flag Display

Also, look at the humongous crowd!

The Marching Soldiers

After refreshments, we proceeded to Jallianwala Bagh. The place has a lot of historic importance. However, by the time we reached there, it was already past the closing time. I clicked some pictures from outside the gate and proceeded to explore the market in the temple complex. Amidst of this, there was a showcase of fireworks. It beautiful. I felt entranced. After dinner, we went and freshened up in the hotel. We went back to the Golden Temple complex again, this time, to witness the nighttime view.

The Jallianwala Bagh Memorial from Outside.

Fireworks in the Complex

The temple at night is an epitome of beauty. It was so calming and rejuvenating to sit near the holy lake, with strong winds blowing; along with a direct view of the temple. It was like a dream. The pace of the winds increased and lightning struck once or twice. We ran to our hotel whilst the strong gust of temporal rain. We had Lassi, also a specialty of Punjab.

We went back to our hotel room and straightaway to bed. It was a long day. The next morning, we had to depart at 4:30 a.m. for a 5:15 train to Chandigarh. After finishing up last minute packing and some chattering, we finally slept.

The Temple at Night


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Excerpts from my Diary : Day 2

Excerpts from Day 2

14th May’18

(Towards Amritsar)

9:25 A.M

Last night was devoid of sleep. The train kept on shaking and trembling like an earthquake and I started getting pangs of claustrophobia. Nonetheless, the daylight scenery is worth it all. As someone who loves writing, I’d rather take the long road for inspiration. A while ago, with piping hot tea in my hands, I looked outside as dried lakes and farmers passed by me. This route, I am not as lucky to get a window seat but the one second to it. But I can see well outside. And as usual, anime songs play on in my ears.


1. Adjacent windmills languishing in leisure,

As the train moves through hills and concrete like a seizure.


2. Taking a little nap at every station,

My train wakes up with a slow jerk as it loses patience.


3. Roads, smaller than a metre,

Throw the concrete city to shame without a deter.


As opposed to the city, with less green and abundance of concrete, these passing villages conserve their concrete and let the trees grow freely. Little stations on the way, without any foot over bridges, just seem like little parks on the way with red benches that stay frozen in time due to the lack of travelling populace. Those stations are just THERE. To remind one that humanity still exists in a place full of ploughed farms, so perfectly divided, that I might mistaken this part as the Harappan Civilization if it were not for the little village schools and temples that abrupt the flowing fields. Every little plant is nurtured so well, as they stand diagonally behind each other, like children in a school assembly. Along the stretches of these long farms lie self-sufficient villages; some buildings, too lazy to be painted, while some jazzed up in purple hues.


4. Trees lean on, beyond redemption and some wither away,

As trains zoom past, oblivious of their gradual sway.


5. The hills finally show themselves,

Magnanimously (or not) suppressing ancient ruins, mysterious the deeper I delve.


The majesty of mountains is full of shrubs, that look like hedgehogs in disguise.


6. The electric poles trace the curves of the mountains

Whilst they juxtapose over my vision plain.


Sharing chocolates and junk food with our co-passengers, we all move ahead like we’ve known each other for ages.

Wherever I look, I can only see fields and trees dotted over the horizon.


7. Pseudo hills, superimpose real ones,

Created with gravels; putting the natural phenomenon in a trance.


Stopped at Kota station, Rajasthan for a while. My claustrophobia has dwindled. Spicy Vada and Kachori are welcoming to our taste buds. The waiting room was decorated with art, which I clicked pictures of; king on an elephant leading a procession. Paisleys on the arch- like concrete. As we took off ahead experiencing the hot air currents or ‘loo’ in Rajasthan, we only know what weather is waiting up ahead. But our AC train shelters us. We move over to the mountains where the lake looks below sea level from the window. The green plants are a gift of nature, placed so beautifully, they look like a self created path.

The waiting room of the Kota JN, Rajasthan.

We also got down at Sawai Madhopur station for a while. I click a pic just for kicks. After that station, one could see desert spread across. Cacti, tundra etc. were visible.

Sawai Madhopur Station, Rajasthan

4:35 P.M

I’m finally right near a window! I was asleep for almost two and a half hours. We’ve already crossed Mathura, Uttar Pradesh.


8. Patches of fog render the watchtowers blind,

Like a focal torch-light, the lone sun preludes its flight.


9. A straw hut or two survive anti-socially,

Even though just metre away their twin forges an existence cryptically.


I see wires stretching across the entire expanse of the fields. Either there is no end to the fields and overhead wires, or I’m just chasing a loopy mirage. But the sun proves my assumption wrong as he descends lower than before. All day, we’ve been passing through such fields. Relief was little in the patches of desert and some dried lakes and majestic gravel filled mountains. Our train seems like another dimension. I didn’t even realize it was Monday ALREADY. Well isn’t that’s what a diary for? To keep track of time that flies away without notice.

6:30 P.M

The sun looks like a small zentangle drawing mixed with gradients of yellow, orange and a fiery hue. There are hordes of trees, which hide an entire settlement within its silhouette.

We passed by the Nizamuddin station. And as we moved across Delhi, we saw roads full of traffic. The rear red lights of all the cars on the flyover below look like the sea of blood. Lakes with lotuses and Gurudwaras passed by. I looked outside the window at the Ghaziabad station. It was designed using the style of arches and had an archaeological feel to it.

9:30 pm

We’re done eating. All that is left is to sleep. I’ll listen to some music. Think about anime, chatter around and then, sleep. I didn’t sleep well at all last night. Today is our last night in this train. We’ll reach Amritsar early morning at 5. Looking forward to it! It’s a long and fun journey, though it’s tiring and my circadian and biological rhythm is messed up, but hey who cares! Let’s enjoy!


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Excerpts From My Diary : Day 1

Fantastical Escapism.

What is it about fantasy that makes it so enticing to us?

It’s majorly escapism. And in this day and age; in a world full of expectations and dilemma, escapism is a virtue.

Virtue – not in the sense of displaying morality, but as a habitual self rule. A rule to help oneself keep an arms distance away from this vice called reality. Reality is self detrimental. The more you indulge in it, the more it pulls you down.

It is a paradox. In reality, people expect you to be down to earth. But fantasy helps you reach the sky and beyond. Does it really matter what people say? It is your world. No one has the right to judge you. Fantasy is a world of your own standards.

A world of fantasy is often ridiculed by many as ‘delusion’. A world of warm colours and frolic which cowards escape too. Well, the initial part might be true, but the latter isn’t. Fantasy is basically wishful thinking. And don’t we all do that? I mean how many times in a day do our sentences begin with

“I wish…” ?

We all do this, regardless of we are cowards or not. A world of colours is an incentive for anyone and everyone.

For me, almost 90% of my life is spent in a fantastical world. The 10% of it is just like a formality because I am a human being.

How is it like to live in a fantasy?

First, you need to create that kind of world for yourself. Reality is monotonous. The daily routine of work or school is just like an automated well oiled machine. There’s nothing we can do about it. But in that monochromatic reality, you can create your own little world of rainbows.

Question things. But not in an intellectual way. Think about possibilities that cannot even exist. As long as anyone can prove them otherwise, no one has the right to refute them. When you see a cloud passing overhead, don’t just scoff at it. What if there’s an island in the sky?

I know this is purely wishful, but doesn’t it give you a moments smile rather than just disregarding it completely and getting back to reality?

Look at the horizon, what if there is a magical kingdom which exists where the sea actually meets the sky?

What if the moon is actually one retina of a supreme entity watching over us and the other eye lies dormant in another part of the universe?

You never know. It just riles up your brain. I love juxtaposing fantasy in this world. And after so many years, it has just become a part of my psyche. I can’t even sift reality and fantasy apart. For many, this might be immaturity, but for me, it is escapism. It is my virtue, which follows me like a vice. And ironically, I cannot escape from it.


Fantasy is just a mechanism to deal with the stress of reality. But to many, many of us, it actually is our life. For the young generation, especially for the ones that intertwine themselves in fandoms, fantasy is something they develop innately. And then comes in concepts of alternate reality. It’s just another term for fantasy. We just believe that our world of fantasy actually exists in a different dimension. And this thought keeps us going. It keeps us happy.

Fantasy keeps that sparkle and child-like innocence alive. And those are very important. No matter how difficult life is, keep spark of curiosity alive. Keep believing, keep dreaming. Somewhere, out there, your wonderland exists. And while you walk on that path, leave a trail of fantastical hues for others to smile about.


All images used are from Google.

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A Simile like the Sky.

      Sitting on the concrete ground during the leisurely free lecture was not so languid to be precise. The mind was overwhelmed with the upcoming semester. A book in hand, which I didn’t even spare a glance during those 50 minutes, lay unconscious on my lap. I looked at the sky in inspiration.

     “What’s with the sky today?” I pondered. With clouds as thin as hair spread across the sky, the entire free lecture ended up being a naturalistic treat to the eyes.

     The clouds tightly hugged the blue sky like skinny ripped jeans. Like an oil painted canvas, the white hues stroked the expanse within my field of view. I had never seen the clouds being so notorious before. 

     My friend interpreted them to be like skeletons drifting overhead. Rightly so, as I looked up again, they shapeshifted to project themselves as a human rib cage. They kept in mind a constant speed, one blink of the eye, and they magically assumed a new identity.

     A while later, they looked like a heap of candy floss, tattered by an excited child, disregarding all the admonishing words by his mother.

     As they quietly layered over each other, the clouds seemed in a hurry as they swiftly flowed like a missile. They radiated a kind of warmth in my heart with their fur like appearance. Like a pseudo North Pole dwelling in the sky, the white fur might as well be that of a polar bear.

     The sun in the east, in its efforts to reach the noontide, seemed like a vacuum, magnetizing all the scattered clouds within its light. The white shroud spread over sky, like whipped cream over a knife. The silhouette of the building and the miniscule tree leaves made the scenery a dreamy charade.

     As the buildings looked darker owing to the rays of the sun, they juxtaposed with the tree trunks and made them look higher than the generic skyscraper. A little rocket zoomed across the clouds, leaving a trail of smoke behind. This left a linear pattern which looked like the clouds had fluffed up in volume. 

     The birds carried on without giving so much as a glance to this carnival in the sky. 

     And I carried on without giving a single moment of my attention to the book that gave up on me.

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Size of the Moon

(Image source – Google)

Konya no tsuki wa naze ka hitomawari ookikute?

Itsumo yori akaroku terasu…

(Why is the moon tonight larger than usual?

It emits an unusually bright light..)

-Naruto Shippuden Opening 14 Tsuki no Ookisa (Size of the Moon)

     So today, we could see the Super Blue Blood Moon from several countries including mine. Why does it have such a humongous name? It is a very rare phenomenon. There are three celestial events occurring at once.

1. A supermoon

2. A lunar eclipse (Blood moon)

3. A blue moon (Two full moons in a month)

     So basically this is a bumper gift for those who are fans and followers of the gravity defying space.

     Without getting much into the technical details, I would just like to speak about my experience of seeing this moon.

     So yesterday, my dad told me about it. I’ve been living under the knowledge of my messenger app for eternity, but my app failed to inform me about it. And if it is not on a message, it doesn’t exist for me. This ignorance was not blissful at all. Thanks to the people around me, I got acquainted with this fact. 

      I researched this phenomenon on all the websites on the first page of Google. And boy I was flabbergasted. The images were so beautiful. I couldn’t wait for the evening to arrive.

     Since yesterday, I’ve been posting statuses regarding the red moon that appears in the anime Naruto and comparing it with this rare phenomenon. For an otaku, any chance to link reality with anime is golden.

(Image Source – Naruto)

(Image Source – Pinterest)

     There is no doubt that all day I had this on my mind and as dusk arrived, I used the elevator and launched outside. I walked around my society in anticipation. I couldn’t see it. My heart sunk. I returned home.

     My heart was restless. I looked out from every window in my house innumerable times. But the satellite just kept evading me. I feared that I missed the occurrence. Dejected, I just posed a generic question on my family group, (with relatives around the world) “Did anyone see the moon today?”

     My aunt in America replied in the affirmative. I expressed my woes. Then, another aunt of mine, in America too, encouraged me to wait for some time. She sent me the exact timings of the view in my country and hope rekindled.

     I ran downstairs again. As I exited my building, I saw a lady with a child, pointing her index finger to the sky. She told her child to see the moon. I ran to her and looked where she was pointing.

     There it was, the moon in all its glory. There was a shadow casted on the moon. Only a thin line was visible. The lady advised me get a better view from a window facing in the direction of the moon.

     Alas, my house windows didn’t comply. The lady suggested that I go to my neighbour’s place. And that I did.

     I rung the bell and surprised my neighbour when I expressed the desire to see the moon. She gladly let me in. As I was guided to the window in the last room, my heart started beating faster. 

     When I looked at the moon outside the window, it looked so gigantic. The shadow was fading and I could see a crescent. I took several shabby pictures on my phone. How I wish I had a DSLR at such moments. The moon was a perfect 3d sphere. One could confuse it for a planet.

(I couldn’t capture the beauty T_T)

    I stood there, talking to my neighbour about the various experiences of her younger days. Amidst that, I constantly gazed at the moon. The eclipse was waning. I could see almost the entire moon. 

     After several more pictures, I decided that it was time to leave. If I had to see the entire eclipse drawing away, I’d have to wait another hour. I was satisfied with what I could see and left with a smile.

     The song mentioned at the beginning of the post has been playing in my head over and over since yesterday. It hasn’t ceased yet. 

     For everyone, it might be just a simplistic experience, but for me, it means a lot. It is a link to the two worlds. The world of deceptive reality and the world of fantastical reality.

     The phenomenon might have subsided, but in my vision, I have a new story to tell.

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(Image Source : Google)

The silhouette of my angel is a pristine white,

She flies overhead in an invisibly nimble reality,

Flailing her arms, in the gusts of wind which only I can feel.

Her voice is my impersonation,

Sometimes a soft vibration, 

Sometimes a howl of defiance.

She gazes into the chasm of my unaware eyes,

As I daydream a daily fantasy.

She speaks of authentic naivety,

But then basks in her own limelight of pride and wisdom,

Making a muddle of my grey cells.

Her shadow trails mine into a canvas of silhouettes,

Watching my back in times of peril.

Her motives are indecipherable,

A mere snap of whimsical giggles.

Yet we are connected,

My angel and me;

The voices manifesting in my head.

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The above free verse poem is in response to the Daily Post prompt ‘Silhouette’.

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An Amateur Philosophy.

In the labyrinth of life, I separate from myself, body and soul,

A journey to seek my potential, trying to comprehend existence alone.

Life is a malicious maze which compels one to wear a poker face. A strenuous layer of a fake smile is plastered above the jaw. The soul seeks salvation and happiness but the body and mind seek competition. Hence, they don’t comply.

According to Jean Paul Sartre, in the human realm, existence is the primary entity. As we exist, we discover the essence of our existence. I believe existence and essence go hand in hand. As we find our essence, we start existing for the world i.e. people will acknowledge us.

The inferiority of the complex I feel is baffling,

The world around me, in self-loathe, is wilting.

Everyday, I confront someone who is better than me. If in this world of 7 billion people and more, everyone is better than me, then what is the purpose of my existence? What is my essence? 

But then I realised that everyone thinks the same. The ones at the base of intellectual pyramid envy the ones at the pinnacle. The ones at the pinnacle envy the knowledge of the Gods. In other words, wherever you look, all are writhing in self-hate.

I keep walking, my soles tattered,

But I throw back pieces of my heart like bread crumbs; if  I ever need to go back home, spirit shattered.

I have lost my way so many times that my feet have given up. I scrape my way through the desert of life. 

I gave a miniscule piece of my figurative heart to everyone. But they buried it in the deep recesses of their vengeance. I set up a wall around me to test what Socrates said,

(Sometimes, you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.)

but no one came.

I looked at the mirror in revelation,

I was the only one who could save myself from this retribution.

After experimenting with my trust several times, I lost my emancipation. Defeated, I looked at my reflection. 

I was the only one who could save myself. Liberate myself from my thoughts. Then comes the concept of self-love. Love yourself. Think about yourself first. But not in a narcissistic manner. Live for yourself. That within itself is existence and essence.

I lifted my weary eyelids and set out again,

A winding path of life, abound with a little upliftment and a galore of disdain.

So after I discovered the incantation of self-love, I set out again. With new shoes and a new companion called ‘hope’. 

But still, it doesn’t change the fact that life IS difficult. There are very few people who will encourage you. The rest will wish despair for everyone. But I’ll keep walking. Maybe the beacon isn’t as far as it seems.
Hello! So in this post I have used a different approach by writing my short poem and explaining it to make my thoughts clear.

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