Timeless Cornucopia

How often do you experience equilibrium? A moment of complete and utter surrender to the world around you. Powerless. Pristine. Bliss

This place called Cornucopia just did that to me. As I entered the place, I felt like i was transcended to a different time zone.

A new place, made up of old shipping containers with dim lights, open skies, park benches, lawn and pebbles to go along with alien music that I have no clue who the artist is but yet it’s absolutely flooring me.

All this to couple with a couple of friends, who I hardly know since a month. Laughing hysterically like no one is listening. They do that a lot. I kinda like it. Like watching 2 animated characters come to life. And I was their only audience.

Sipping earl grey from a pot and sharing tales of your past just was the icing on the cake.

All this looked and felt like a scene from a Richard Linklater movie. This doesn’t happen that often to me.

Time travel is no science fiction. It is real. Especially when you are dreaming.

To Blog or not to Blog!

A ridiculous thought that came to me on a train journey. Should I write? and if I do, should I post it and make some noise.

Attention seeking, hollow scribbles that attempt to make sense out of the nothingness that I am. Plan simple rubbish. Feels more of venting out than actual writing. I don’t write. I text. That’s all I have done for over 13 years. And looking at the junk yard that is the Internet, I feel no particular skill sets are required to write. Most of us just speak our mind. Which is ok. But at the hope that someone is listening.

And gradually as we are sucked into writing more to create more “Content”, strange things happen to this beautiful writing of ours. We succumb to compete, Measure and micro analyze ourselves. So conscious that we forget why we started in the first place.

Ironic. Contradicting and Stupid. And this is just the first blog.