Clustered Cerebellum

Why are you staring at the keyboard? I want to type something but can’t figure out what to type. Sounds like you are confused Yes, I am confused. Why do you think you are confused? There are too many things happening at the same time, that is why, I guess. Are you guessing or are you sure about it? No, I am not sure about it. Then what are you sure about? I am sure that I want to write something. What is it that you want to write? I don’t know. A story? May be May be? You are still confused Fine, I will write a story. What kind of story? I don’t know Are you this unsure all the time? Yes, I am. Finally, something that you are sure of! Stop. Get out of my mind and let me type. Whatever!! Is he gone? I begin to wonder as I begin to type. The sound of the keyboard slowly started to occupy the room. The silence started to creep in as I started to delve in my story. A hot summer afternoon in Imphal can be sweltering at times making you sweat eve

Bangalore to Imphal Drive (Part 2) Continued from part one Day 5 Varanasi to Kishanganj (oops Rampurhat) It was the best sleep of the journey so far. I woke up fresh and early. The ancient hotel called Hotel Natraj was our host last night. The only reason I vividly remember this hotel’s name is because the hotel is very old and bears a typical British era kind of architecture, which I like. The breakfast was ok and then we headed off. It was going to be a mammoth task to reach Kishanganj in West Bengal. And it between us and Kishanganj was the whole state of Bihar. We were warned by our much-loved ones to be careful in Bihar. We were narrated stories after stories of incidents in Bihar. Some were hilarious while some were unbelievable. I had to see to believe it. Alright then, let’s drive. Now, getting onto the Asian Highway 1 was a big task. The unforgiving Varanasi traffic made us realize that Kishanganj is a distant dream. The further I drive the more d

The Bengaluru to Imphal Drive 25 th  July 2015 to 2 nd  Aug 2015 It was December 2000, when I first reached Bengaluru. I had just graduated from my PG Diploma course. Things were new and things looked pretty exciting. My brother and I moved into a house in Lingarajpuram and that is where it all started; our Bengaluru sojourn. Cut to 2016, and this city had given us both the freedom and all the moments that one could ever ask for. From bad to good to worst, it was all there. I got into a world where I thought I could never be. Made some lifelong friends and collected almost a million years worth of memories. It was a life that had its own pros and cons. While it was good in socializing and having a great time, the warmth and love of a family was always missing. Here we were, two boys, completely cut off from the feeling called family. The family “connection” was only through phone. And it had taken its toll by the time I realized. I was way far disconnected from my parent