Croatia, stirring thy soul

Language is a powerful paradox. On the face of it, it just has functional utility of communication. But as you peel off the layers, you unravel an intricate art spun from words. Deep in this web are some words that are special, having the potential to stir souls as no one can. If there was…

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Love with Prague

I had high expectations of Prague even before I went there. That was mostly because all my female friends who have been there recommended it vehemently to me. “Prague ki feel hi kuch alag hai!” was what I had heard. I didn’t realise that soon enough, but when I did, I knew just the word to qualify…

The wild wild Budapest

Money is a strange thing. It changes not only its color but also its worth as it changes hands and places. And money is truly powerful when things come cheap. For then, it injects shots of greed into your blood and makes you crave for new experiences. And Hungary is an embodiment of that greed.…

Austria

Austria is in many ways a close kin of Germany, emulating its language as well as rudeness. But it still has its own distinct character. And continuing with my previous articles, if Netherlands is trippy, Austria is musical. And a lot of the accolade goes to arguably the greatest composer of all time, Mozart. There is also this Sound…

The hoax of happiness

There's this John Lennon quote (misquoted probably) about how his goal in life was to be happy. Some of my friends, although unknown of The Beatles, also reply the same when I ask them. I understand that the ultimate goal of most of the humans would be to be happy. But sorry, it's bullshit. Firstly, what is happiness?…

Netherlands

In my earlier article, I described how the gaeity is best associated with festivals (particularly Oktoberfest). Continuing the combination of my love for literature and travel, Netherlands can be described at best — trippy. Trippy is an often abused word, just like Netherlands. Netherlands is often associated with sex and drugs. And it seems to be designed to please admirers of…

Will I embrace the rains?

I look at the streets, covered with blood, Stinking of stories, of hate and anger, I steer ahead, without a blink mere, For I have my own ‘problems’ to fear.   These urchins stand, in their rugged clothes, colored balloons but their future black, I slide up the window, with a slight sneer, For I…

We at LSD – Part 1

Here we welcome you, amongst the red stones Where we have, our own Game of Thrones.   Quizzers are the Wildlings, their beards so long, Perennially in pursuit, of right and wrong. Mighty they stand, north of the wall, And shower questions, like arrows tall.   Writers are the Starks, royal and upright, Displaying through…

A literary soul safari

Some years ago, I went to this remote cottage near Manali, tucked in the lap of the valley, far from any village. The place was ordinary and the lifestyle simple. As I left the place, I felt a feeling of contentment – a rare satisfaction that only some powerful things have given me. There was…

If I were the wind!

If I were the wind, you would be the leaf, hanging unfazed on the lonely tree. Would you still be as unrelenting as now, and leave me alone in the night? If I were the wind, you would be the ocean tide, standing tall in the moonlight. Would you still be as stubborn as now,…