Step Into My Shoes..

“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.” In my head, I can talk in several accents. In real life, of course I can't. I don't even know what accent I have. I know I'll sound fake if I try and use one of the accents that I know of. But in my head, I'm like those actors who have all the help to act like someone from an entirely different country. In my head sometimes, I can also talk in various languages.  Have I thought about Parseltongue? Yes, but not often.   In my head, I have a great voice, and I can sing beautifully in front of a crowd. And when I sing, people get mesmerized and regard me with awe, which is not true in reality at all. I got a reality check fourteen years ago when I took part in

December 21st is drawing near. It is already the 18th and the most talked about day in years is almost upon us. When the movie "2012" was released, it had looked like just another apocalypse flick that had scary scenes about people dying, buildings falling down, roads crashing, mountains melting all over the world through deadly natural disasters. I don't really remember the first time I got to learn about this phenomenon, but I don't have a memory of being scared by it at all. If the world is going to end, it will. There's nothing we can do about it. But it won't be another billion years till that happens, I am sure of it. There have been countless jokes about this issue. And we have had a good laugh. May be there are people who are seriously afraid of it actually happening. I also have thought about what I'll be missing should the world really end. But who hasn't? Anyone can die anytime. Could be tonight, could be after eighty years. Life i

January 4th, 2012. Muktinath, Nepal. I was here. The panoramic view of the beautiful snow-capped mountains of the Mukti Kshetra. There was more snow than I had ever seen in my life. And it was cold. The partial trek to Muktinath from Jomsom had already given me a trailer of the winter life in Mustang. The wind had been relentless. January 1st, 2012. It rained and my dream of seeing snow for the very first time in my life got fulfilled. But every wish has a price to pay. With snow come the shivers. And it was the biting cold that took the most amazing views of my life from my memory. I was so busy feeling cold that I don't have a memory of seeing the view. I did not take the picture. One of my friends did. I saw it after I was back in Jomsom and  and it was too late to be awed. I am awed by this view, don't be mistaken, but  to be actually at the place and breathe in the cold air and the sun too, and take in all the beauty that there is, is something else. It