an island

Its 5am in Singapore and I am in a resort on the Sentosa Island. The resort is beautiful and so is the island. The city is clean and of course, it helps if you make people lick it back if they dare spit on the roads. There are some wonderful trails around the island. The perfect place for someone with a paintbrush or a pen in hand.

I really am in love with the resort. I love my room too. The only thing I am not in love with is the food, I've been ordering the listing "Paneer Masala, Naan Bread" ever since I checked in. I am a vegetarian on an island, literally.

Anyway, I've been talking to myself, telling myself how exciting and enchanting the whole setting is. Now, I was thinking that if someone who has known me long would hear about my excitement about the place, he would be sure to ask me whether I dont say the same thing about every new place I go to. Now since the only person who has known me that long to hear everything I say is me, so I am the one questioning myself.

And well, its true. I am as excited about this beautiful resort as I was about all the new places I ever went to. Whether that was a guest house at a stone's throw from the Jakhu temple in Simla or an economy hotel with a window overlooking a white with snow Munich neighborhood or the only decent hotel in a burning Vijaywada in May heat or a ghostly unoccupied hotel in offseason Ganapatipule with monsoons lashing furiously.

So, thats the formula, the newness glows, the newness has an aroma, it touches me. If I love newness so much, would I ever grow old in a stable way? I'd love to find out. But then, I also know that whichever way the answer is, I'd always fight against it.

In the end, nobody could probably say whether
1) I was supposed to have a normal stable life if only I allowed it
or
2) that I was supposed to enjoy a new life everyday but got frustrated by the weight of stability even if I didnt allow it to happen.

Either way, I am not worried. In a surreptitious way, I am rather glad. When there is a paradox staring me, I am rather at ease.

how far do we have to go to come back

Welcome to the second sight.
Last night, a few lines were resonating in my head-

It took me a few hours in a flight to be where I am,
but in reality it took me more than those hours.
For it took me to leave behind where, what & why,
of my existence and what was truly ours.

I will take some time to get this particular creation in shape and I am not sure of the direction I am going to give it. But, I think this is all a part of a larger existential dilemma.

Why does life never give you a choice at times? Oh yeah, Life will shout back! I always give you a choice - progress or stagnation; stay back or move on. But I say to Life that you only ever give me a choice between, say, the 2 things that I really want. You never give me a choice between a thing that I dont want and a thing that I want.

First Sight

Hi
This is Amit Grover.

This is about First Sight. What exactly at First Sight? Well, Love at First Sight! Not that it happened to me, though I always thought it might. But it was fairly close.

Anyway, this Love at First Sight is about blogging. It was just today that my very dear friend Vishesh sent me a link, http://www.nothing-spectacular.blogspot.com/, and I found out about his latest play thing in life. And lets just say, it inspired me too.

Now, you will see why. Going forward you might notice that I like to explain a point and then, explain the explanation and then, some. Ask 'Wadu' about it, those who know him anyway. Anyway, the point is I now get my space to say what I want without being interrupted, really.

Hold on, there is a silver lining too and that is about there being a higher purpose than just blabbering on and on about whatever it is that I am interested in and you are not. And the higher purpose is poetry. Well, you see, I write poetry, I am a poet... not that a lot of people know and so far, I have not intended them to... but there it goes, I have revealed it. This is my platform from now on till the time it is.

Sample this and come back if you like:

If you say you are schizophrenic,
and hear me say, me too, dont panic.
If there are five of you and five of me,
and you dont know which you loves which me.
I say no matter how many do,
all five of me are in love with each five of you.