Cilantro, Incense, Camphor, Shit, Spices, Sweat, Jasmine, Firewood? All of the above? Nostalgia? A human nose is among many advanced technologies that a computer cannot replicate. Everyone has one. Not just the nose but a memory saved in their Hippocampus. That is to say everyone has one of these campuses right inside of their brain and an amazing ability to retrieve the stored data when a certain trigger is pulled. I had to visit Bombay (now Mumbai) on the western coast of India recently. Described as a maximum city it is a constantly alive microcosm of a multi cultural, multi language, foodie heaven populated like no place on earth. I grew up here and therefore have a distinct impressions of the terrain etched somewhere deep in the grey matter. Landing here and starting to operate is a muscle memory that springs to life like a dormant seed bursting to do its thing in the parched California Death Valley with the onset of first rain. Below are some sna...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!