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    In search of White…

    “in search of white…” was filmed in Siberia , on my way to Great Lake Baikal trek.  February 2022 Soundtrack courtesy : song parts from Ludovico Einaudi’s song “Experience”.  http://absolutesalman.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/03/In-search-of-whiteupload.mp4 Siberia Feb 2022 . Listen with sound open…  Music Courtesy :  music parts from “Experience” by Ludovico Einaudi

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    Off the beaten road .. Everest Part 1

    “Everyone who’s heart is broken comes to mountains”. Said the hairy German”. “So was it a big heartbreak for you this time that you are summiting the highest mountain”?, I jokingly asked. “You can say so! I just got divorced without even knowing any reasons. My wife for a good 29 years left me in pure German style by just putting a note on the kitchen table.” It was my desperate attempt to come out of pandemic lockdown which stopped most of us from traveling last year, and to get away from everything in life for so many different reasons of past and future and ongoing sounds and fury of…

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    Untold Story – Chernobyl-Ukraine

    She finished her final lap in the swimming pool, and was overlooking the Ferris wheel from the big glass window when she heard Andrey on the other side, talking to an unknown girl. Her feelings of insecurity started tormenting her mind, making here uneasy in herself. She thought for a while, how can one trust a man completely. Little did she know that in just one day her whole concept of security and fears were about to change altogether for years to come.All these petty emotions to be overshadowed by a much bigger and real suffering.She tried looking back at the glass window again with an uneasy mind… It was…

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    Becoming a Master Perfumer’s Apprentice

            I will teach you the meaning of perfume, he said. You have to start with a name. Name is everything. Will you smell this, he gave me a smallbrown bottle to tell him whats inside? Yes you are right, it isCocoa , now will you try this second one. Something in me was telling me that I know     this smell, it was pleasing to senses and homy, but I was not able to name it. It took me more than a little while to finally recall it was the smell of coffee (and for some reason it reminded me of my last morning coffee…

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    Guatemala Diaries Part- II

    The climb to Mount Pacaya was steep and I was sweating like hell, though this time it was not out of working my way up but because of the hot land of this volcanic mountain. The trek was hell black with volcanic rocks, where few months back the eruption destroyed seven hundred houses nearby. It was just 20minutes on the trek and one can already feel the heat around.This was my second visit to Guatemala after two years. Nothing was changed. For some reason I was remembering my dialogues with her two years back. Your theory of natural abundance and connectivity makes sense, i said, but what if people donot…

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    Hammam… Human dirt, Wars

    It was a hundred year old Hammam building, in the middle of a nowhere town in eastern turkey. Dirty, rusted, tiled up with old bricks, and like all Hammams had that distinguished smell of decades of dirt coming out of thousands of souls, scrubbed, massaged and cleaned to purity every day. As per the owner of the hammam, business used to be good in old days but now people seldom come. But today was Baiyram Night (Muslim Eid festival) and alot of people , mostly living in big cities were here to re-cherish their roots and identity. The town itself is called  ‘Kangal’ and as the name suggests have nothing…

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    Konya Flashbacks….

    “But is it really possible to find beauty in the most imperfect of things” asked the novice Sufi to his Sufi Master.  The Master smiled. In that smile, were images of years and years of memories, of joyful and sad experiences, of lost and re-found love, of hopeful desires and fearful reasons. The Master remembered his own time years back when he was young and asked the grandmaster a similar question on how to find true happiness when all things are so imperfect. He remembered his own disillusions and then the moments of epiphany where he finally realized, it’s not about finding happiness in life but creating it and often with…

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    The tavern of my mind

    The Sufi was the last person to enter the tavern. There had been a fierce argument going on the table of wisdom. Feelings showing their emotions, passions seeking their ideals,  imagination was skyrocketing here and there with a total disregard of the achieved harmony and balance in life, and rationality speaking more with fears than with hope. All of them were trying to convince the self that they know better and that the self should follow their preferred way. For the owner of the tavern, it was one of those days when he had to worry about broken chairs and wounded faces, though he also knew in the deepest corners…

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    Magnolia blossoms…

    The season of yellow leaves and frightened trees is gone. Life is coming back to life. Luxembourg is blossoming… You see Neruda today sitting on a bench in a park. He seems lost in looking at two teenage girls on the grass, reading perhaps a naive love novel together and giggling for no reason. Just nearby a big magnolia tree is shouting at each passerby, “It is spring, it is spring, see what spring has done to me”. You take the seat with Neruda. Neruda looks at you and smiles, and you know what is buzzing in his mind and he too knows, what you are thinking….. I go so…

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    First meetup . Bookclub – Luxembourg

    For some old and rather odd reasoning, I always thought of Europe as a place of lonely individuals with shallow relationships and similar views about the depth-ness of communal life, a place where all values and ethics revolves around the individual self and one has to feel that loneliness to become a European. Was this because of my time spent in middleast and Africa ? where people are expected of thinking of others as a part of their own extended selves? and life is not just a collection of dots but a one big existence; in Shakespearean term full of sounds and fury? My time in Europe this time is…

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    Joberg.. Another story unfolded…..

    All that time i was trying to realize if she was a good salesgirl or a good human being. I ended up buying couple of skin products apparently originating from the dead sea in Israel from her, even though i knew i was paying more money then i should. I think i figured out her to be a good human being in the end. It was almost a small story unfolded there in that busy Sandton city mall in Johannesburg(S.Africa) where the big smiling statue of Mandela gives hope to all humanity. I was in Joberg on business and found few hours before the flight to buy some last minute…

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    The dancing girls of Dar…

    Dear Ertyaas,  I should have taken you to watch the dancing girls of Dar, when you were here. You can call it my inflamed sense of protectionism or may be i wanted to keep something for you and me to come to Dar in the distant future. You had your Pani Puris and Indian food tasting here but the subcontinent is not just exporting food. There is a thriving and not so underground culture of dancing bars here as well , kind of a mini Chandni Chowk or Rung-mehal in the heart of Africa… can you imagine that!!! It was some months back when an office colleague told me about…

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    Guatemala Diaries Part-1

    “The only way to really connect with someone is if you are willing to  connect to his/her dreams and reality” she said. “But what about my own dreams and my reality” “Why do you want to connect in the first place if you are so concerned about your own dreams and reality? ” I was visiting Guatemala City for business. The hotel lobby Having taken a long transatlantic flight I was feeling jet-lagged so I went to the hotel lobby. I found her there. She was there for some conference on Central American economy.I asked her if she knows English, and there we started, from basic small talk to politics…

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    Zanzibar Dreams….

    I remember it happened to me some time back, I was traveling a lot back then, and one day I woke up unable to remember which country I am waking up into, the hotel rooms all look the same after a while. Took me some time to figure out I was in a west-african country with noisy Atlantic ocean. But that was nothing compared to what happened to me this time when i woke up.  I was visiting Zanzibar islands and for a change stayed in the old town, in a 500 year old building converted into a hotel, with colored glasses and extended Jharokay (جھروکے balconies)  made of  wood,…

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    Worlds, thresholds, year ends…..

    We all create worlds around us. Worlds with self given names, desired dynamics and associated predictability… be it a world of business or worldly relationships where we want ourselves to act in a chosen way for a desired outcome OR a personal world where like a painter’s canvas we expose ourselves to the mercy of other beings who we think have all the rights to create us. This creating of worlds in the midst of controllable and uncontrollable predictability is sometimes i think what we call as living life. I am seeing every day, people around me creating, non-stoppingly, different worlds of all sorts, dark and horny worlds where the…

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    Saffron Stockholm nights…

    “We Swedish love saffron in our foods” she said. It was my last days in the cold windy Stockholm and I was invited for dinner at her place… the apartment was kaleidoscopic in its own humble way… as if the  the colors of time and space were dancing all around her living room, sometimes beaming with oldness and the coziness that comes with old buildings , and then as you look on the other side the contemporary sofas and sitting tables and ipads and lcd screens  brings you to present times… seeing on one side the African handicrafts hanging around, takes you back to the continent of raw hope, and…

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    Masoomiyet Muzesi (The museum of innocence in Turkish)

    Dear Ertyaas, Your butterflies are not leaving me anywhere in the world. They start flying from the books of Gabo, they show themselves in the museums of your city, and now this time this single one appears in this first shelf of Masoomiyet Muzesi, the house of Kemal where he is collecting all the objects that reminded him of her beloved Fusun. I was standing in front of this shelf carrying the ear-ring of Fuson’s in the form of this tiny little butterfly about to fly into the unknown, and i was thinking of you….. Orhan Pamuk who built this museum of innocence in downtown Istanbul once said that, “If…

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    Inner most desires…

    Its funny, whenever I ask someone what his/her inner most desire is, they always tell me of their fears. Then I have to correct them, telling, I am not asking about their inner most fears but inner most desires. Is it something to do with the uncertain times we are living in, that people have forgotten the difference between desires and fears, or is it the fear taking over our inner most pure desires like a virus, to the extent that we have forgotten the difference…. It was Ertyaas, who asked me the same question first time, about what my inner most desire is. I still remember we were sitting…