Country road take me home to a place where my stomach is full

Imagine… Waking up on a Sunday morning to the smell of your favourite breakfast. It could be bacon with French fries and eggs, or a masala omelette with toasted bread or maybe even some warm blueberry pancakes with maple syrup and vanilla ice cream . Accompanied with freshly brewed coffee of course. Pure bliss, isn’t it? We are taught ever since childhood that we must eat food to survive and to live to see our goals in life achieved. But have you realized how the food that we eat makes us who we are, who we talk to and who we want to be?

It’s not as simple as it seems because the evolution of food started eons ago when people were still collecting berries to feed their children and hunting was the new fad among men. The best hunters got the most beautiful wives and gave birth to the cutest little Neanderthals. Then with the discovery of the sacred art of cooking, edible options increased and humankind prospered. Food became more than just a means to support your family, and wars were beginning to erupt over who got the most fertile lands. Food, the sustenance of life also became the cause of many deaths. As time progressed and genetic engineering was beginning to become more viable, the shortage of food hit the Earth like a pandemic. One can still see pictures of sickly-starving African children begging for likes on social network websites surfacing every once in a while, and after the initial overwhelming burst of emotion, we continue with our lives like we were oblivious to their pain. It is in one of those moments I realized that people don’t make food, food makes people.

It is a well known fact that healthy people are happier people. I’m yet to meet a healthy fat person who does not know how to enjoy life, because when you’re happy your head is in the right place. You do not succumb to the lesser emotions of an angry mortal on a diet, and you know that you have a very highly prized possession- your happiness. And well, when you are sad sometimes, as you will be, you know you still have Belgian chocolate. The simplest and most convenient form of oral pleasure- a hot freshly baked meal that can make the gods go crazy with its aroma. So as long as you know when to say no, eat all you can. Because if everyone got happy, we’d all be super rich! Imagegs,


Art and Culture, and the freedom of expression in society

“Give me the liberty to know, to utter and to argue freely according to conscience above all liberties….”                                                                                          -Milton’s “Areopagitica”

Music, movies, paintings, architecture, there is not a single soul here who can assuredly say that he has never come into contact with at least any one of these forms of art, in essence, art and culture affect all of us. They influence us, motivate us, inspire us and sometimes unite us. They are above all an expression, sometimes of an individual, sometimes of a society but usually of an entire nation. They reflect what that country is going through, and if we go deep, it can tell us what state that country is at present. That artist maybe a part of that society or he may be a mute spectator, but he is telling the world what he thinks, he expresses his opinion in a way that is truest to himself. Then why not let the artist express himself freely?

The artist is incomplete without his audience, an audience that will either appreciate his work of art or criticize it, but while they are at it, they will consider it. Consider the fact that things might not be exactly as they thought they were, hence, broadening their perspective and shattering the barriers of a stagnant thinking society. Give people the option to choose, choose what they would like to be inspired by, or what they think expresses them perfectly. But do not take away that option, because that is what a free thinking society is made up of, lots and lots of options, and the freedom to choose any of them. Image

Peace out and do something different today

Yes, I am a hippie, a traveller. I do not have long uncombed tresses or wear loose pants, nor do I sit beside the Ganga and smoke weed all day (even though I would love to do that) but I am a traveller. I experience, I search, I explore. I am open to new ideas, new things and new ideologies because I belong to an age where getting stuck on a single point can prove disastrous. It has brought an end to civilizations, made wars happen, and it will not stop at intolerance, it will go far beyond that, into the murky shady world of nuclear wars and pain. Suffering and blood. Why is it so hard for people to see that? To see that we don’t have a lot of time, and we must make use of what we have with peace, harmony and love? Love can make the world go round, and I’m not talking about lustful love, I mean love as compassion, friendship and above all acceptance. Accept people for what they are, what they believe in, what they wear, whom they want to have babies with, accept each and every thing about a person, especially if it goes against the accepted conventional norms of a society. Because isn’t change the sign of progress? Image