And then when I thought it was all over........!

I'm quiet. I'm trying to hide. That 'everything' in me has started to fade. I'm no longer 'that me' and probably that's what is destiny. As time passes, you start to realize that things aren't the same any more. Or say, probably, in few people, the enthusiasm never remains the same. I fall into those 'few' and I've accepted that it isn't the same any more.

Life's been good. Out of the numerous moments I've had, I regret very few. I've been loved and sadly, I've hurt. I can never sum it up, it's never good when you know, you've been bad. Ups and downs and then may be, down and downs. For me, it's all going down now. And I'm quiet. I'm trying to hide.

It was a store. I used to work in a store. It was one of the busiest stores in the area and I was the most happening 'life' there. Days had depth. They were making sense. Then one day, a girl walks in. Walks in and shows me the 'glow' she had in her. That was different, different then what I was used to seeing around that area. I was drawn. I was drawn and it made an impression. Days went by and then I started seeing her more often. This went on for many days and one day, I finally asked about her details. She had a complicated explanation and it took me years to solve or say straighten out the complications. The complications were gone before I realized that she was gone too. She left or it was me, I still don't understand. Well, life. Moved on. Never gave it a second thought. 

And then, here I am. After years, there's a knock. There's a knock. Boy, there's a knock. I open and it's her. It's that same glow that's there. Yes, it's her. She's knocking. I am surprised, I have no clue. I'm still to confirm that it's 'that' same glow. She's back. 

But I don't know. I don't know what's next. I'm quiet. I'm still trying to hide. She refuses to let me hide. She knows me. She's shaken things around me. But it's the start. There are complications at both end. We're mysterious. We're both full of mysteries. 

But I'm still refusing to give up. I'll still try to hide. I believe it's better in hiding or there'll be a mess. 

I'm far far away. 

I love to keep it that way.
May be, it's the best.
Best for we, best for all.

Life's round,

Life's short, 
Life's there,
And they'll find. 

You can't hide,

You can't run,
Memories come chasing,
People come chasing.

Well, I'm quiet. I'm trying.

It's the destiny,
It's what I choose,
But alas.

And then when I thought it was all over...life starts. Life started.

(Random babbles...., might coincide)

Have a happy journey folks. 


That 'warm' night !

It was cold that night but the aura inside was warm. There were girls, men, workers and all sorts of people. They were gearing up for an event, event of portrayals and joys. The 'invitation only' event expected people from a precise 'interest group', who could understand the portrayals being delivered that night.

It was a 'fashion show'. The shows don't always gather a huge crowd here and therefore, the organizers prefer to turn that to 'invitation only' event. I was fortunate to have made it there; thanks to 'one' of my good friends who offered me a 'free pass'.

I was a hardcore enthusiast of such events long time ago and therefore, I could relate the 'emotions' to 'different mindsets' at that event. It becomes one of the most 'awaited' for some while 'just fun' for many. Whatever that be, it is ultimately a 'journey' at the end of the day.

While I was walking randomly, I found a chair at one of the corners. Bought a bottle of beer and headed to that chair and started to check messages, status and calls on my phone.

'Excuse me'.

I turned around and it was a familiar face. I couldn't exactly tell who the person was but I had to reply.


'What's up?'

'Nothing. What's up with you?'

'You dumb a**. What're you doing here?' 

I was literally shocked to receive such a reception from a stranger. She must know me, I imagined but didn't know how to respond to that question. 

'Sorry, I didn't quite recognize you'. 

'Ya right. See, I told you; you're such a jerk'. She kept going. I couldn't stop smiling but had to guess that she knew me. I apologized for not quite figuring out who she was.

'Really. Is that so?' 

'Sorry Ma'am'. 

'Alright, you wait for some time then'. She left.

I started to cherish the moments and was quite happy with whatever was going around. After some time, models started to set the ramp on fire. Gorgeous ladies and mind blowing attires, it was definitely one of the 'hottest' events I had been to recently. While I was cherishing the night, there was a brief pause and the 'MCs' announced a 'name'. I still didn't care who it was and then I saw that 'the lady' entered the show as a 'show stopper'. I was sorta close to the ramp and I still had no clue of who she was.

She ran down the ramp and went back. I kept looking, kept trying to figure out who she was but couldn't relate her anywhere. Life's a Journey I guess. You meet people, you stumble upon memories, you believe you know people and it goes on. My Journey has had some rough landings and crazy encounters and I still stumble upon people and act crazy. Some remember me while some still try to figure out 'who I was'.

Journeys of our own


Lone Journey; Your Way !

It was already a tiresome journey on the bumpy road and the dude sitting next to me asked the driver to stop the bus.

'What's the matter?', the driver was curious.

'Nothing. Just thought of walking my way ahead'.

'You must be crazy. Do you have any idea what's ahead of you', the driver showed mixed reaction.

'There ain't destinations. There are only Journeys', the dude smiled and got off the bus.

During this conversation, I was yet to make sense of what was going on. I had no clue why the driver of the bus was overly interested in the guy's decision. The dude got off the bus and started to walk. I had the front seat. I took out my camera and clicked a pic.

Later, I found out that the road ahead had to pass through a forest. A forest quite popular for sightings of wild animals.

'It wouldn't be a surprise to find him dead soon', the driver winked.

Well, journeys are lone and I guess, there are no destinations. Destiny is overrated. You don't reach anywhere, you just decide to stop there.


Sensual Arts; the most debated ones.

I grew up in the Terai plains of Nepal. It was a small town and with what I remember from my early days, it was hesitant to openness; be it arts, movies or fashion.

With time, I got opportunities to travel. I traveled and even had an amazing chance to study abroad. After my enrollment at the Art Institute of Ft. Lauderdale, the limit that kept suppressing me simply blew off. I was exposed to this enormous open ideas of exploration and that led me to come back home and explore. For my portfolio, I traveled extensively all over and ventured through the villages and cultures of Nepal. There is where I cam across these 'Sensual form of Arts'. These Arts were rare but still found in places across Nepal. They changed my entire perception. They no longer meant explicit sexual material for me, instead, they became precious and rare. 

Sensual Carvings - an eBook

The journey is long, yet full of excitement. Whenever I come across such carvings, they bring smile on my face. No matter how clean the intentions were, there must be some notoriety in their mind. Also, I become curious whether it was the Artist or the Contractor of the building who actually thought of putting such Carvings up there. 

Besides, there are so much to explore. The temple, the place, the tradition at that time, the history, the ideas behind the construction of such monuments have actually paved the road towards our curiosities. History holds enormous mysteries and sometimes, they're simply unfold-able. Yet, we can ask people to pour in their thoughts and breed a discussion, a discussion that will be healthy enough to see these arts with an artistic intention. And maybe, someday, we'll be open enough to undertake our journeys into the vast mysteries behind these rare Arts.

Sensual Carving 

These are random thoughts. I'm wrong. Wrong all the time, but who cares. It's just what I see. It's just what I believe. And therefore, your refusal of my belief makes these Arts the most debatable ones.

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