Monday, June 18, 2012

Quote of the Day

It is equally offensive to speed a guest who would like to stay and to detain one who is anxious to leave.
Homer (900 BC-800 BC)

Sunday, June 3, 2012

There are conferences all over the world. There are producers waiting for THE script and more over lectures regarding films. But for the first time in my life, I have found some peace for myself. I'm sitting out here on a balcony deep into the night in the belly of Greece. And for all those years of hassling myself  with the slightest of thoughts and musings, I have found my peace.

After a long long time I can just sit down, stare down into the sea and hope for the good times to come. I click pictures of the dawn and the dusk against the Aegean sea. I see a wonderful woman waiting for me in the kitchen to try a cuisine which is new to me. A lot of meat and cheese goes with it. I spend my evening with a bottle of Absinthe. And at nights I lie scared of the peace and serenity that is around me. Believe me, after the life I have lived so far... these moments of silence are alien to me. It is the strangest of deeds that has followed to me.

I went to more than a single bar, even with the fiscal crisis and all the people know how to live. I wear the  same old same old suit. All elegant with my tie and walk to the bars. No car, no miles and no reasons. Just me and the the gravel under my shoes. I get stared at, the women here do that for some strange reason I cannot understand. She tells me it because I look perfect and exotic. But for an Indian chappie it will always be strange. They smile and I try. I tried my hand at dancing too these days. I bet I looked strange on the floor but the music just called for it. What is a revolution without dancing, ne? I got free shots and strawberries on a stick. They even played the music I asked for. This is definitely where life is.

The bars I walk into again, oh they remember me. The way I talk and the way I drink. And there is always more for me. For all those hard times and the nights I spent holding myself and tearing up to sleep... Well, Mother Athena has rewarded me. Perhaps I can finally lay them demons of mine to rest here. These clear clear nights beckon me to do so with a smile.

I hope this would go on forever, but to end it with melancholia, I know better...


I can write and write and write. There will be books waiting to publish, there'd be enough poems to drown the worlds in them tears of mine, scripts wanting to be films; but there would never be a one to take on me.