Happiness

Happiness, unlike so strongly believed to be earlier by me is not a state of divine discontent.
It is a state of calm. Of wanting to prove nothing. And being sure about what you want, when you want it, and WHY you want it.
It is being content with everything you already have. And being realistic and living so totally in the present that there is very little premise to fall back on to a version of a you in the past you no longer relate to and very little premise to aspire to a version of you in the future you refuse to reimagine.
Happiness is love and being in love and what it does to your soul with the passing of each day. It is smiling for no reason and letting go of daily trivialities that was earlier such strong stimuli for reaction.
Happiness is feeling good about yourself and because of that feeling amazing about everything.
Happiness is finding happiness in things and places and faces and sceneries unexpected.
Happiness is writing after months and months and not feeling like its been months and months since you wrote, almost like seeing an old friend after ages and things being exactly the way they were the last time you spoke.
It is embracing change through acceptance and understanding. Of growing older and wiser and quieter.
It is getting deep and sweet dreamless sleep and being able to bask in bliss of being by yourself in peace. Of looking out while looking in and seeking joy while finding it within.

And lastly. It is the simplest most natural feeling. Just be and by being you will be happy.

Hi

Luls

Mumbai State of Mind

Constant unrest
Anxious heartbeat
Overexcited pace
Overwhelmed
Rides
A lifetime in a bus ride
Phases don't a sentence make
Phrases on the other hand stand some chance
Fearless you become
Of large black insects
Over time
It becomes a silent sweep off with a flick of a finger
To extinguish an inconsequential life form
So sickening to deem the existence any life form for that matter inconsequential
But sometimes it is too loud for rational thought
Overbearing noise
All of it unwanted
Excepting the the sweet sound of silence
Familiar
And comfortable
So very comfortable
Whoever said writing needed inspiration
He sought it feverishly
So determined and so righteous
And then when he thought it a lost cause
He stumbled upon it
And it was really great and really cool
Because then he wrote really inspired writing
Nothing like this
Surely

More Quotage

The true measure of character is how one treats those who can do them absolutely no good.

If you aren't fired with enthusiasm, you will be fired with enthusiasm.

No problem can withstand the assault of sustained thinking.

Let no man pull you so low as to hate him.

Prior planning prevents piss poor performance.

Everything is imaginary.

If the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward, then that person is a piece of shit.

Diplomacy is the art of letting someone else get your way.

If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.

If you're going through hell, keep going.

The biggest argument against democracy is a 5 minute conversation with the average voter.

Sometimes the problem is in the solution. Most times, the solution is in the problem.

There are lies, damned lies and then there are statistics.

The appeal of the unknown is to the extent the known is not.

Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever durable happiness there is in our lives.

I can be changed by what happens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it.

A smooth sea never made a skilful sailor.

Don't sweat the petty stuff and don't pet the sweaty stuff.

It is our job to prepare our children for the road, and not prepare the road for our children.

Success is not permanent and failure is not final.

What would be the point of living if we didn't let life change us.

Lulz

In hindsight, riding the purple tube in the midst of the endless German water park at 4:51 am was a good idea
It was a better idea than to be shampooing ham poo whose pace is almost exactly like the chewing motions of a bull's jaw
And really, the girl with horse hooves for feet chose to be a blind baby elephant instead of a barren tigress when given the choice
Just like sand, it was hard to stay in the confining corners of tightly wrapped fists the shape of a heart
Attitude change made all the difference is what was realised
The rain clouds formed in slow motion in front of brilliantly yellow eyes
The very little droplets that were to cascade down mercilessly were now evaporating defying gravity's stubborn pull
It's scary how real a dream can seem because then you can't tell from what's real and the dream.
You are luminous you're entire true self is so blindingly bright and the imagination can conjure up any thing
'Any thing' is very promisingly larger than life
Death by spindle was not only a fairytale notion as the surrogatory lull crept in the very same fistful heart
Of a journey never undertaken, crumbs of shrouded shirt creases with the urge to be biting and have dribbling down copious amounts of what-have-you
Aghast she stood with a maroon tube up her nose with hardly audible resentful murmurs escaping her sharply, oddly thin lips in swift spewings
Meanwhile plentiful sweat dribbled down her back, down her spine and into the natural stream to nether town
The disquiet was comfortingly pleasant and very bravely carried like tiny stones in a muddy pocket while running for forty eight minutes straight

What

We're all victims of our own crimes
Rejected pieces
Broken smashed pitiful cases
Seasons past bruises black and blue
Failed remnants of forgettable efforts
Forsaken armies boldly dying
Bolder than life's arrogant ability to cause brevity
Is it an idea you can wrap your arms and legs around so you suffocate it and there's no scope for objection?
It it just a platform for you to grow in the most awkward position, inevitable towards dungeons of unprecedented doom?
We are all just clouds of convoluted consequence
Mixing merging massively molding in one magnificent mountain of moss
Disgusting demonic decorations
Fierce like fire
Wishing upon unopened wounds
Writing never needs to imply things
Implication is definite and is chased after
This writing is like a pond
Stagnant, and stubbornly sure, feeling so stable about being stuck
These are just words
Chewy, edible words you need to quickly spew out before they're swallowed subconsciously
Never to be dealt with again
Just because they are unworthy
But you know what
Unworthiness is beautiful
No one knows Him
And those who do
Never know how to truly see Him
And you know what
Anything you don't see
Is automatically beautiful
Because of it being unknown
The appeal of the unknown is to the extent the known is not

List Series: Things That Piss Me Off About Relationships

1. How narrow minded separating parents behave; they become so insecure, act immature and so full of hate and are shameless enough to advocate hate and want sides to be picked by their innocent children.

2. People's attitudes towards having children. They feel like it's their right to procreate and that at some point you have to "settle down" which unfortunately translates to reproduction. And their anti-adoption outlook, the whole you-can't-love-another-as-much-as-you-can-love-your-own bullshit. It's so ironic then that adoptive parents are more proactive about parenthood. And since when have we become so self-and-what-is-created-out-of-our-nether-regions centred? 9 times out of 10 you love hardest and deepest those things you can never hope to aspire to and that can never be truly yours, and the reason for this kind of love being that powerful is just that - because they're not yours. It's so annoying to see a young, heavily daft, physically beautiful couple talk about having kids having no parental instincts and only gushing at ideas the same thought process as "omg omg our babies will be so cute!"

3. Emotional neediness and vulnerability in someone who very clearly is better off but can't get themselves to identify their strengths. I could go on and on but I think less is more here.

4. The feeling of emotional entitlement between two people in or out of a relationship. Nothing pisses me off more than listening to someone wear my ear off about how after a bad breakup one of them felt like "I did so much for her/him and see what I got. *sob sob*" Boo hoo! You had it coming just because of that attitude. What especially irks me is when these things either of them have done are monetary. "You know I bought her a phone and a house and a car and she broke my heart." It's so characterless to align emotions with the value of money which when you comes down to it, is worthless. No one owes no one nothing.

5. The whole pretentious game. You know what I'm talking about. Chasing someone, playing hard to get, manipulating response times, manipulating every thing from texts to nuances of behaviour, the "silent treatment" (lol this is actually the absolute worst thing you could do), delaying forgiveness for petty non-crimes, "taking bhao" or acting like an egotistical maniac. Communication, crystal clear, and super honest is key and I don't ever see myself feeling any different about that.

6. Emotional blackmail. God I don't even think this requires elaboration. I absolutely can't stand people who dominate or "wear the pants" (a very homophobic phrase btw) emotionally in the relationship. I don't entirely condemn submissive behaviour, :P but nothing pisses me off more to see someone allow themselves to be ruled in a lot of ways just by the use of emotional blackmail by their "better halves" which again is another phrase that is so annoying.

7. The third party interference. If there's one thing I strongly believe in, it is that a relationship, any kind for that matter, should be between the two and just that. It is a bad idea on so many levels, to get an outsider involved. However close that person maybe to the two of you, he/she is still very much an outsider. No one knows as well all the details like the two of you do, it is you both alone with the shared history, even if said party's been around the two of you as a dependable true friend for the longest time. The only time this could be justified is if there has been miscommuncation and either of the parties have closed themselves off entirely and refuse to be reached by the "offending" party. Otherwise interference just makes everything messy and kills the sanctity of the relationship and it becomes all kinds of TV soap crazy and dramatic.

I find it incredibly amusing how wise I am about these things not having had experienced them myself (well not all of it) but rather just understanding and learning by observation. Okay that just sounded incredibly know-it-all ish. I'm not trying to be all sanctimonious and judgey and angsty (I'm very chilled out atm) but I can see how I might sound one or all of those things.

I think when you passionately write (read type furiously deaf and blind to the world around you) everything on your mind on a blog you become self-aware of how crap the writing is. Eventually. Lol.

"If I spend my time practising when will I preach?"
Kimya Dawson (and whatever her nether region spews) is a goddess and her words are pure gold and a thousand times quotable. For example, "Life is a poopstain." I'm going to let you think about the profundity of that quote now as I sign off. :)

Vis-à-vis Dumb

There is a very misleading fallacy some of us are led to believe that we require saving. Such a thought process does nothing to increase your self worth, it just makes you emotionally volatile and messes you up real bad. Yet just the knowledge of how bad something is, isn't quite enough for someone to quit it or suppress it.

It's fortunate then, that there exists real things that can actually do this healing "saving" we so shamelessly seek. The absolute best thing I can think of that accomplishes this brave act is music. Anyone who likes music enough will tell you that music possesses a very potent power. The beauty of music is in everything. Even a person born deaf would understand the value of music. It's something so intimate and so incredibly personal. I feel like everyone has a rhythm. There's a reason why some people love a certain genre or have an eclectic taste like I do. The sound of silence is music, the most beautiful kind too! Nothing gives more absolution, and I can't think of a better combination or prescription to cure any ailment of the mind apart from that of time and music.

I honestly can't imagine anyone being completely immune or averse to music. I just refuse to accept that anyone can have lived a full life without having had music affect them in any way, how ever small that could have been. It could be a song from a distant childhood for the tough veteran; or a melody long forgotten for those who find themselves broken or lost.

When I think of love, I imagine that it's truest when it happens to you out of the blue: like when you least expect it, when you've never been happier with where and who you are in life. You can only dispense love when you have love to give, with no expectation or requirement of it coming back. There's a reason why love unfulfilled is called unrequited love. Because that kind of love seeks reciprocation.

Anyway, so real love only happens when there's so much love within you, that it feels like the most natural thing. The only way that you can fill yourself with love is if you feel capable of being loved yourself, if you feel worthy. You need to have a lot of self esteem, a lot of self affirmation to be able to love selflessly, because only then will there be very little expectation, because then, my main idea - YOU WILL NOT NEED SAVING. And we all know that the lesser you expect in general, the better your overall well-being.

But when (note: not 'if', because this kind of love is actually very intentionally fallen into) you fall in love when you're lost and are emotionally vulnerable, that kind of love is actually just a safety net; it's not real. You're not giving love as much as you're taking it. You're doing it because you're weak, or you can't imagine being alone, or you've gotten in too deep and can't afford to break hearts meanwhile might you break your own again all the more. That kind of love never sustains, even if you're forced to stick around for a lifetime. It's because we need something from someone that we act selfish. When you're self-sufficient and then love, that kind of love comes from a very sincere place, and requires no validation; it can flow relentless without wanting to be requited.

If there's anything I've learnt in these 21 years so far, it's that I need to have a clear conscience. I need to be able to be true to myself and always try and introspect after I do stupid things. And I do a lot of stupid things. You don't exist to be good to anyone. You exist to be good to yourself, the best version of yourself. Everything else, like peace and contentment (another fallacy) will follow then.

The most satisfying and calming feeling is believing, at all times, that everything is as it should be. If it could have been any other way, it would have been, as simple as that. And because time is constant, this philosophy actually does logically work because at every changing second, everything is, in each passing instant, as it should be. But no one dictates this. Mind you, I'm not implying there's a greater force at work here that is in charge of how everything "should" or "shouldn't be." There doesn't need to be a One who jobless enough to do everyone else's job. Your life is your own to do with as you wish.

You need to understand that you don't exist to take; you exist to give. But at the same time you need to constantly extract value and add meaning to everything you do to realise and be able to actually do any measurable giving. The worst thing we do as humans is mindlessly occupy. Every hour you spend watching a stupid TV show or playing a dumb game is an hour you wasted. You need to keep your brain active constantly, push your limits to achieve all that you are capable of achieving. Be whole and be forever consuming. You can never know too much, you can never be the biggest version of who you are and have been at any point. Every night you spend waiting for sleep to take you means a day badly spent. A day you've gone through working hard and striving and being productive will always end with you catching sleep very soon after you get into bed.

That said, you have to be wary of pushing yourself too much because that will lead you to stress, which will take you down a very, very self destructive path. There's nothing wrong with relaxing, that's why we sleep. You deserve to have a lazy day once in a while to re-boost your enthusiasm. We are humans after all and can't perform like clockwork. We can't be constantly pumped towards excellence. Our moods swing, we have our body and hormones to fuck with us, among other external things for example assholes to deal with in life. Our emotions do get the better of us and we need to humour them before they slowly turn us into wrecks who almost seem like they can't be helped.

Vow to yourself today: Stop with your mindless occupancy and don't just take space in the world. The world owes you nothing but you owe everything to the world, but most importantly, you owe it to yourself to continuously self improve. Because self improvement leads to a higher self esteem, and when you have that, loving yourself is simple. And why should you love yourself you stupidly ask? I've thought up up 31 reasons why you should. I'll stop with this writing now because I'm starting to sound very know-it-all, self-righteous and annoying to myself.

Lightning Becomes Her

Thank the ideal alignment of the stars
Thank the way the moonlight weeps through the roof that's tattering
The storm has never been so welcome in all its destructive battering
The room is oddly bright even through the gloom
Resounding, almost audible within the walls, is her will to overcome
Her mere presence is fire
Friendship with darkness was too comfortable to forego before
But yesterday she sat cross legged on the ocean floor
Palms, faced towards the bottomless reefs, painted in sheets of scalding snow
Eyes burning with the threat of unshed tears
And then her heart stopped and panic struck
Death became her too but she missed the Blood Soldiers
So calling out to them in her meek ethereal voice
They found her, and marching hard, brought her back to life
Yesterday she hit her lowest point
Failure is beautiful because only it could break her
And broken now, she could hope again to be fixed
The perfect catalyst, it found her, and forced out of her an unfamiliar independence
Loss made her regress, slow to forget, no way did she believe she would progress
But today she finally understood:

Love was never real
It died a thousand inevitable deaths, while it lived two thousand inevitable births
It changed, sometimes growing to overwhelming selflessness
Sometimes shrinking to overwhelming selfishness
Love needed too much, took too much
Never yielding, never concluding

And today she finally discovered:

The light they all talked about was real; the one at the end of the tunnel
Time took her own sweet time though
She is fashionably, yet dependably late
And while you waited to be saved, defeated and hopeless
She sneaks up behind you
Takes you by the hand and walks with you
And then every day is new and full of promise
The newness is your very own refresh button
Every night of undisturbed sleep is a treasure
Every step is a burst of new found hope
And hope, really, is all she ever needs

And Then Some

The future holds a key to your past. The less your future will suck, the more likely you are to safely and surely lock the past where it belongs, behind you. If in the future there is a lot of misery too, it will be like that and you will not be able to let go of your past.

The important thing about science is, it does start with an assumption, but it battles it's own assumptions and tries to disprove them. The thing with religion is, it also starts with assumptions, but does not allow any kind of question about the assumptions. That is the big difference.

Just like you can't tell the denomination of a currency note just by feeling it, you can't tell the worth of anything just by feeling it.

You don't love till you may, you love till you can.

We break our own hearts.

How much people find something to be something defines to what extent said something is something. For example how much people find something to be funny defines how funny it is.

Never argue with a fool, onlookers may not be able to tell the difference.

The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.

When we are no longer able to change a situation - we are challenged to change ourselves.

The purpose of education is to replace an empty mind with an open one.

Death doesn't kill a proud person; his pride does.

Being loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.

You cannot help someone who doesn't want help and it's people who most need help that don't get helped because they don't recognise it and so reject any motion to help and are unreasonable about it. The first step unfortunately to fixing a problem is recognising you have that problem. So meanwhile you are dealing with such a person all you can do is ignore them as much as you can. The best reaction is no reaction. And you do more harm and it's very counterproductive if you do react because that could lead to you losing your patience and doing something you will regret.

Petty Potty Ponderings

It all started when I was washing my feet in the bathroom after a very long and tiring day. I was still not done with the day though, I had a lot more tasks to complete before I could call it a night. For the past week I had been quite sleep deprived and I am someone who pretty much has dreams every night, strange inexplicable dreams that I don't dwell on long enough to remember the details that are mostly so unfathomable it just slips my mind even though it makes so much sense in my head.
But it didn't actually start during the feet washing. It must have started a long time ago, but must have been on indefinite pause till my mind picked it back up today. What is "it" you ask? Well, this "it" I am referring to so mysteriously is a thought process. I like to question the reality of things, and the thought process was so quickly done, that I saw the whole idea in its entirety as soon as I was done with the washing of my feet.
I thought about how in dreams I couldn't tell I was dreaming. It would have been so cool if I could tell and then be able to lucid dream. It's only happened a few times, all of them purely random. Once during a mid morning nap I dreamed that I was looking at myself from the top of the room, like I was floating over my body and I could see the back of my head, on a spinning cycle, in the dark, and I saw the movements my body made while I cycled in time to a beat I couldn't hear. Can't call it a lucid dream though, but it felt scary real and I was pretty shaken for throughout the rest of the day. A few other times I dreamed of this one huge palace kind of place with grand staircases and stairwells or incredibly green meadows on which I would fly over. Flying dreams are the best. It's been ages since I had one.
I thought about how if I couldn't tell I was dreaming in my dreams, how could I possibly know that what I perceive to be reality without question could be a dream too? How can I prove that it is real, that everything I am seeing is completely new and I neither have the skills to have made it all up or the mind power to make tangible things created solely out of hallucinations? And so I decided to seek out and inflict some physical pain. Because I thought, pain is real, pain is something you can feel and pain is something that cannot possibly be felt if you were dreaming.
I headed to my kitchen very timidly, thinking to myself constantly as I looked at the sideboard and touched it, and opened the drawer, I thought to myself, this is not real, I can't be sure it is. I need to be sure. I need to know I am not living in world I've subconsciously created. I looked at the little harmless knife and thought to myself, it only looks harmless and blunt right now because at this second in time when I am looking at it my subconscious already made it one that was blunt. Seeing no other sharp knife, I let myself be defeated by my so called subconscious whose existence also should be doubted by the way and decided not to do anything stupid. But what's stupid? What I've let the world whose existence itself is questionable define what is? What if other things that "this world" has defined as not stupid actually stupid then?
Suddenly, my mind stopped for the tiniest split second. It felt like a stabbing of sorts, painless though, and I stood there in the kitchen, my hands on my hips and I felt really lost. I could have been anywhere in "this world." I could be anything. A piece of chocolate cake, or a guitar string. My entire consciousness could have been a speck of dust floating around in the world, unclaimed and unaffected. I sat down on the floor so my feet were placed demurely together in front of me as I put my arms over my knees, hugging them into my chest. I looked at my hands. I looked at my fingers, whose fingerprints were unique. One in billions. I examined my toes. I started to pinch myself on the arm. Little pinches that didn't ache at all. I made the pinch size tinier with ever pinch so I could feel something. I noticed that the refrigerator was in front of me. I stared at my super blurry reflection for what might have been 10 seconds, 10 minutes, I don't know. How can you know? How can you really know anything at all?
Then I slowly stood up. I opened the sideboard again, and guess what I saw instantly? A long, sharp knife. Like a butcher's knife almost. I held it in my hand. The room was pretty well lit. Really white light flooded the room, but I didn't know that maybe it was getting brighter as an effect of that sharp knife piercing into my stomach. Because I felt no pain. I turned my head around and I could turn it 360 degrees. As I did it so naturally, I saw the tip of the knife peeking out from between my spinal cord. It felt like nothing. A little ticklish. I squirmed a bit looking at the blood. There was a lot of blood and it was interestingly coloured. Kind of pink. Like fake blood. It was funny. I began to feel really funny about it all. I wanted to tell someone. But there was nobody. I started to talk to myself - a little unsure about my words at first because my voice sounded so unfamiliar. Like I was deaf my entire life and I heard myself for the first time. Everything was new. I started saying things like "I've figured it out" "It really isn't real" "Nothing is" "Nothing is" "Not a thing"

Insane ending:
But did it end?
It started, but it wouldn't end. The thought process that is. It is endless, the pursuit of the meaning of everything that is something. Why can't we be a little more compassionate and sympathise with poor old nothing? I have decided I will. Nothing will be my everything henceforth because I see it all so clearly now, that everything really is, surprise surprise? Nothing.

Sane ending:
But did it end?
It started and so it did end, as all things do. Nothing goes on infinitely. Except time. But what "it" am I talking of you ask? Surely thoughts seem infinite, at least till you stop breathing. Well I'm talking about the dream. It had to have been. Pinching hurts, I checked. Surely I wouldn't ever cut myself, that's the last thing I'd ever do.

List Series: Why You Should Love Yourself

1. You stop seeking approval.
2. Miserable loneliness gets converted into blissful solitude.
3. You become realistic and begin to be more ambitious.
4. You stop being stupidly hopeful.
5. You realise the beauty of every little thing.
6. You start to appreciate and be grateful a lot more.
7. You get to have long self pampering sessions.
8. You get to be super self indulgent.
9. You become emotionally and mentally stronger.
10. You believe in yourself and feel good about yourself.
11. You start to keep fit for a healthy lifestyle.
12. You ditch the darkness. (Wow that sounds so cool.)
13. You realise the true worth of the ones that love you.
14. You naturally become more responsible towards them.
15. You get to be at peace.
16. You become bulletproof.
17. You get to resolve your inner demons.
18. You become free.
19. You become world wary for the right reasons.
20. You begin to dream big.
21. You become more assertive.
22. You get angry much less often.
23. You find it easier to deal with sadness and loss.
24. You stop feeling like the world owes you things.
25. You don't waste your time and negativity on those who don't matter to you. (pretty much the same ones whom you don't matter to.)
26. You don't feel the need to apologise or make excuses for who you are.
27. You regain long lost childlike wonder.
28. You rediscover things that used to delight you.
29. You then discover that those same things still delight you.
30. You get to be truly happy.
31. You get to be you in all your gloriously flawed youness.

Pretentious Interview with Yours Truly

Why do I write?
-I write because writing to me feels therapeutic, and it is a very safe and fun outlet for my thoughts. I feel confident, and I get clarity of thought through this medium of expression. I feel empowered to say whatever I want. It feels good to, basically.

Why is my blog public?
-Why do I need to have all my misc writings up for the world to see? I don't know. I don't particularly enjoy the limelight and not everyone knows that I even have a blog or that I am sort of a writer. I have a few close friends who do know that I blog. There are times when things happen, for example all my travel experiences, and I write so much about it that when you ask me I'd be so out of words. Having this blog then for them to read makes things easier, and saves me the trouble of having the same conversations. And, I'd rather write than speak anyway.
Why this blog is public is also because I like to see visitors from everywhere. It's exciting to know that someone from Cuba likes your stories. Or someone from Japan was amused by one your countless nonsensical rants. Even though no one ever posts comments or any feedback and them liking or being amused by my posts is only a very baseless assumption my vain mind likes to make.

Why am I writing this all of a sudden?
-I don't know. I've been wanting to write and had lots on my mind to vent out and might still end up doing that tonight. Well maybe since this blog never had an official introduction post and it's been 7 years since, I thought I'll answer some possibly (not) pressing questions y'all (nobody) might have.

Why is it named "Kamna Readable"?
-I can't remember why exactly I named it this but this is has been the name since day one. 14 year old childish thought process of using third person and being dramatic using the word "readable" probably.
But recently when I was in London and staying with a really old friend he mentioned to me that he always thought that he could never figure me out. I LOLed so hard because no one has ever said such a thing about me and it made me sound all mysterious and shit. And naturally, stupidly vain as I am, I thought about that comment and realise there's some truth to it. And maybe that explains why this blog is named the way it is. Oooo

Why won't you just stop this pointless self-interview already?
-Yes okay bye

Would You Rather

My teaching internship in Poland was part of the AIESEC Rzeszow LC program "Speak With Us" as mentioned before, so I was required to conduct a lot of speaking activities with my kids and I used to love playing WYR with them, among other games, as it was not only fun, but it also got them to think and I could either have a serious thought-provoking session with them or a funny one. My students being teenage high-school girls led me to falsely presume that they'd be a bit immature but I was blown away by their answers to some of the more deep not-about-eating-nose-hair-type questions I'd ask them.

I am only writing these reminiscing posts as I don't want to forget them; I don't want to forget parts of the trip like the Heaven Pier as they're highlights. Nice, inspirational, feel-good, helpful memories I don't want to forget one day and having them here makes sure I can relive them whenever I want to or feel blue.

I would not only ask them to pick one, but also give a reason, to get them to speak more. In fact, more than just the picking of the option, it was their reasoning behind them that really surprised and impressed me.

So when I asked them questions like:
WYR be happy and poor all day or rich and sad all day? - they said, surprise surprise, happy and poor.
WYR be forgotten or hatefully remembered? - they said, forgotten.

WYR be rich and ugly or poor and good-looking? - they were smart enough to say rich and ugly because of the wonders of plastic surgery hehe
WYR be stranded on an island alone or with someone you hate? This one was really interesting. If you asked me, I would definitely say alone. So when they said with someone they hated I was curious. The reasons? - One of them said "because loneliness is the worst thing" and one of them said "because over time, the hate would go out of the window for the sake of peace and staying together in harmony" LOL not those exact words and I've obviously decorated them with rich (read pansy) words like harmony but you get the point.
WYR end hunger or end hatred? This one I was pretty taken aback by. The wisdom they have is amazing. They didn't even need to think too much about it and said immediately that they would end hate - because without hate there wouldn't be any hunger. Honestly, I think younger people are way wiser than we think or give them credit for.

We're so self important, myself included. :(
I can't remember more awesome answers but I will add to this post if and when I do.

Travel Pics

I've uploaded all the pictures of all my solo travelling adventures (STAs) since Oct 2013. If you want to see everything, just click here. But here are the links to the albums nicely divided in case you don't:

Vrindavan & Delhi

Poland :
Rzeszow
Hadle Szklarskie
Krakow
Auschwitz & Birkenau
Lancut
Warsaw

Prague

London :
Museums
Harry Potter Studios
Alternative London Walking Tour
Free Tours by Foot
The Rest

Enjoy!
Happy New Year