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The Perpendicular Universe Dhauladhar range

I can’t seem to shake it off. That view! The dark greenish hue of the mountain that was so high and far that it would occasionally blend in with the whites of the clouds. Complementing it gorgeously was another colossal mountain covered in a brownish tint measuring it from a distance, which had almost disappeared, if it weren’t for our keen eyes that were successful in scaling its edges across the heaven.

The latter reminded me of the kite I would fly, back at home – when I would slacken it till it would disappear into the sky. My kite would then blend into the colours of the sea and would get lost. One minor distraction, and lo! It would be hard to tell what I was really holding on to. It would appear as if I was steering the whole sky. Reeling it to make it go further, and pulling sometimes to see if I could bring its blue enormity closer.

Every time I close my eyes, I see the capped freak staring at me from a distance. There were smudges on its body, probably glaciers running down, that seemed silent like a pond from my vantage. Occasionally clouds would cover the beast up, afraid it was showing too much skin. At times, its peak would peak from the blankets to see who the stranger was and why his eyes carried mad love. And why wouldn’t he stop staring?

As our car galloped onto the Kangra road, the mountain followed us. It was inquisitive, while I couldn’t stop myself from gawking. The world must be wondering- “How imprudent!”

About 12 hours earlier we were right there. If not at the top then probably somewhere around its bosom. Heading towards Dharamshala on a bike, we would occasionally take a pit-stop just to marvel at the scenic orgasmic vista the mountain manifested. Cameras would come out at once to capture our perspective in style so that we never forget the unforgettable. Our bike roared in pain as it lunged into the unknown roads. It was hard to tell if we could make it. But the beauty beckoned, and there was no turning back.

From a distance, the ridges looked as if they were drenched in dark. There were shadows over it while the whole world burned alight. It seemed to be sleeping. Quiet like a lifeless thing, which can never be awaken. It slept while its rivers wept. It was written in green. Trees stretched all across its body.

We crossed Dharamshala soon and headed towards McLeodganj. The ascent was punishing. The moment we got closer, it began raining. It struck me at once that the dark was owing to the clouds there. Within seconds we were drenched in the downpour. There was no place to hide, and then we thought, “Let’s do this!” We stormed off to the renowned Bhagsu water fall. The place offered one helluva panorama. My eyes captured it the moment I set them on it.

I was told the summit turns into an alp during the winter season. I just tried to imagine how badass it must look then. The green on the mountains metamorphosing into the white of the snow. As if they have called for a quilt to beat the cold.

When I came back to the same jaded life I live, suddenly I found myself surrounded by a relentless smoke of depression. I wanted to be there. Into the Mountains. Free. Adventurous. Marvelling at the invincible beauty. Taking in the serenity. Breathing in the phenomenal. Gawking at the lively ridges.

Alas! Now I am here. Everything is dead again.

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I happened to come across an interesting list on IMDB, wherein people shared how customary, goofy, yet slightly terrifying movies used to scare them as a kid. How some unique features of some character played horror-games into their brains and how when they grew up, they laughed it off. This brought something from my childhood to the front page too.

I remember the time, when I used to be dead scared, owing to a stop-animation series they showed on TV. The show was called ‘Bump in the Night’. It aired on an Indian channel DD Metro (believe me that was the only interesting channel they had back in the days), right after I would complete my homework. I became a great fan of animation, ever since I laid eyes on one. They aired a bunch of cartoons at dusk. My brother and I, animation’s biggest fans, would make sure, we didn’t miss a single episode the channel aired. We would sit in utter silence and amazement, as the shows appeared one by one on the Idiot Box. It was our time. Nobody messed with us then. Primarily, because we would always sit right after we were done with our homework. Right, mommy?

The concept of stop-animation was entirely new to me. I didn’t know there was something like that until ‘Bump in the Night’ bumped into my life. The show was about little monsters that lived under the bed of a small boy. They would come to life in the dead of the night. It was a fun show actually. Comedy. I don’t know what but something back then made it look formidable to me. I was so scared of the character Squishington. Her droopy eyes would scare the shit out of me. The fact that she had everything drooly on her body, made me hate her even more. I started imagining if these characters were alive and living under my bed too. The fact that Squishington owned the toilet made me scared to go to the loo. Even though she was one of the better looking monsters amongst the other ugly ones, I would always be horrified, and peek through my fingers to see her talk, politely.

I would often ask my brother, “Why are they like this?” But I would never show that I was literally pale.

It was only recently, when I happened to see one of the episodes from the show again. All the characters look so funny now. The show was hilarious for kids. I, on the other hand, peed my pants, watching them fool around on the screen.

While at it, there were some other things that scared the bajesus out of me. I remember the first time I saw Chucky. Boy! I was afraid of that toy. I stopped loving dolls ever since.

Ron Weasley wouldn’t have the slightest idea that a fellow fan, facing the screen was even more afraid of those spiders in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets than he was. That snake, in the end, nearly killed me and believe me, there was no 3D back then. I am sure it bit me. Oh Wait! Those were my teeth on my fingers.

Even some of those dreadful episodes from Courage the Cowardly Dog would slap horror, every now and then, into my terrified brain. Some of the minacious batman villains from the animated series like Scarecrow, the Man-Bat from On Leather Wings and Mad Hatter, (this reminds me, I was more scared to read Alice in Wonderland than intrigued) ushered in terror, whilst I grew up watching my superhero.

Bats, ever since I watched the movie as a kid, something told me bats aren’t at all mushy mushy. The precise reason, the trepidation still lasts.

One time I watched Coraline and revisited my childhood, back when horror and thrill used to be BFFs. Yeah I know. What a wimp! Totally!

I wouldn’t go to my school because I was afraid that an eagle, (actually a bunch of them packed around my pathway everyday), might take me off my bicycle just like a ‘Sindbad the Sailor’ show manifested in an episode. I am pretty sure they were plotting against me. That boy on the red bicycle. One day! One day!

There is a reason I am afraid of lizards. Primarily, because they used to be dinosaurs once. And when they come pretty close to you, they beat all odds. And Grasshoppers! I am sure they are concocting something up every single second. And BTW, who asked them to be so big?

All those days are in the past now. Today, when I watch them, I don’t feel even a tinge of horror in my guts. I can walk in the dark. My brain is prepared. Miracles are a myth. I realize that unwanted imagination is a bitch.

Today, I am a grown up and not afraid of anything. Today…….Don’t you even think about attacking me cockroach!

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All this time I have been chasing tails, trying to fit in. This new place is filled with alien faces. I do have company of known countenances. Yet I feel, as if I have been lifted up deliberately and put into another chess board altogether. I didn’t ask for this. So why was I chosen? O wait! I just got the answer to that, fate likes to do me.

I have been taught to survive in the worst. (Pfft……as if I was in the CIA) The heat is punishing. Chennai isn’t the land for the timid. I have been summoned here for a purpose, I surmise. My life’s story was supposed to have this twist. Albeit I never saw that coming, I am still glad my life isn’t stagnant. I embrace this inevitable change, just with a frown. I know good is what ousts from everything I have ever experienced. At least I like to believe so. I think it is so far so good, since I have made it this far. I just trust the goddamn guts of my writer who knows what he is doing. (O he doesn’t have a clue, does he?)

Though dumped into this punishing city, I have managed to pull myself up. Most of the people here are friendly. The rest have kept their friendly fire on. Hindi, my mother tongue, all of a sudden, is like music to my ears. The minority from the North use it and I am glad they do. They somehow make this place a better place to live in for homesick guys like me.

Population here is dense. The way just like any other metropolitan city prefers it. But buses here remind you of a famous internet meme of a fully packed bus insinuating a WinRar file. Yep, I am talking about the Bus.rar file. Yeah it is some sight. It reassures you that you are still in India. I am not sure whether I used a sarcasm there.

Food, another entity that constantly badgers you and keeps reminding you of the fact that you need to be homesick, could be a little bit more delicious here, but is still edible considering our rapacious Northern palates. We have resorted, as of now, to some of the Northern food caterers who actually manage to succeed about 40% in satiating our Northern demands. Like I said, so far so good.

Places of attraction here bum us out as the city is vast. And by vast I mean ‘holy-crap-on-the-crackers’ large. We become victims to slumber as soon as we start our sojourn. We keep regretting our decision even when we are about to reach our destination. Sometimes we wonder if we could make it back alive. It is only when we return that we decide to postpone all our future ventures till we own a better mode of making our commute. This has happened numerous times now. Yet we never learn.

The heat would simply blow your mind away. It just simply gives you in the ass. No doubts in that department. No wonder everyone calls the city one of the hottest in the country. It is however a little delightful when it is raining. But I haven’t seen proper cats and dogs falling from the skies yet.

Whatever the city might have in store for me, or fate, for that to matter, I just know I am going to nail it. I have a bigger life in preparation. I cannot whine for the smaller trivial stories. I am prepared. I have donned my armor as well as that formidable smile that scare children. (Yeah they totally pee their pants!)

The fact would always stare back at you fate. Yeah you listening there bud? I will be prepared for the worst and be ready for the best. I will always be my hero in this life and in every other lives to come. I will see you at the other end. Bring it on life!