Resonance

After a few fluky escapades during my growing years, I have become very wary of overindulgent camaraderie which further has debilitated my credence and reverence in this “institution” of “friendship”. The miserable aftermath of a degenerate kinship is ineffably perturbing. “Friendship” doesn’t come with a caveat, else mankind would have to be prudent before being sucked into the broiling inferno. The cradle of this feigned affinity was at a party last year, at the place of one of the pretentious menfolk. The night was youthful, and we were unsuspecting juvenile, naïve, impetuous minds ready to be beguiled because the disciplinarians needed an army, ready to be flung against bigger syndicate. Hours, days and months were invested to inveigle us and suddenly we were the vanguard in crusading against the tyranny. We were also the “controversial” avant-garde but it started “winning”  apathetic backlash from the autarch.

The Yearn

It's every geologist's ingenuous wish to visit the natural geological museum i.e the Grand Canyon's in the US. But not many of their's wish is fulfilled. Mine was in extremely close proximity to being fulfilled. I had to attend a training course in Houston and the training included a field visit to Colorado and Utah.We were traveling from Houston, Texas to Grand Junction, Colorado and from Grand Junction to Moab, Utah by car. Our field instructors, thankfully, though it wise to do some sight-seeing on our way to Moab. The 1st stop was at Colorado National Monument (see pic below). The clear color of the blue sky is not at all seen if one stays in over-populated metropolitan cities of India (no harsh feelings but this is the hard fact). We had our wee bit photo-session over here (not many are lucky enough to experience these in one lifetime). Below are some glimpses of the breathtakingly spectacular place where the time comes to a still.

The Dream

Every now and then it has become a customary for us to go on staycation even if there are more than 2 off-days in a row. Imagine our thrill when our plan for traveling to Puri was expedited by the long weekend that was coming up last week. So we, close-knit group of 8 Young Turks, kick-started our little “expedition” to the small town on the East Coast of India in the state of Odisha and arrived ES’ father’s company guest house (got it for super economic rates- it’s good sometimes to be acquainted with eminent people of the civilization). So the mood for vacation had already oozed in and for a change we thought of disconnecting from the social networks viz facebook, Instagram, twitter, snapchat, viber, linkedin and those too which I am missing in my list… ;) I am sorry I have run out of names for the social networking sites. But little did we know that the jaunt would be transitory and our fleeting vacation would be such an appalling debacle that it would debilitate the very axiom of our essence. However it is easy to draw a denouement by my readers (if I have any) and shrug off the whole episode as an act of idiocy but let me tell you- this ain’t indiscretion but sheer exuberance propelled by our ingrained effervescence in this globe where cut-throat competition and rat-race has taken prodigious proportions.

The Arabian calling... Again

Even Goa will start wailing if we did not make a yearly visit here, thanks to our fondness of this stunning place of beach shacks, the sandy breeze, the yellow sands (unlike the black sands of Maharashtra) and also offering booze at extremely affordable and economic price.

Demise.

Don’t misjudge the idiosyncratic subject of this post. It expatiates on the benign relationship which is the pith of the human existence. It didn’t involve any arduous endeavour to sustain for the past 1 year (totally a heuristic opinion). It's funny and doleful at the same time that perspectives change over a period of time, so do the preferences and we struggle to ignore the veritable and pragmatic facts, even if it is in appreciable amounts. One moment you are completely ensorcelled with the company, the consorts you are having but the next moment you are evicted from their cosmos without any caveat. Since Sunday, I have been completely frazzled and perturbed with the present turn of events, establishing the fact emphatically that the ingrained bourgeois-like candour and candidness is always belittled in today’s convoluted, whimsical world.