Sleepwalking through Life…

As I stood below the office having a cup of coffee, taking a break from playing emails, noticed the frenetic traffic around. (even at 2 pm in the afternoon)

Everybody seems to be in a mindless state of motion. We want to reach from A to B, whether it be physically, financially or emotionally. Short-term or mid-term goals is what drives us. But, once we reach the goal – the next promotion/ marriage/ buying the first home, the euphoria dies down almost instanteously. The achievement is replaced by the next ‘bigger’ and ‘better’ goal. Progress or materialistic evolution as Darwin would’ve termed it.

Hmm, kinda explains how life is just a journey without a fixed destination – quite a rocky one must say…Awaiting for a cold, fresh brook to wash my face in.


Although paradoxically different, both western and eastern life philosophies can be seen as Newton’s law of inertia…
Western: MOVE – KEEP MOVING, Set life goals and strive to achieve them
Eastern: STAY STILL – JUST BE, every desire is just a manifesto of evil

The boss shouts out for a work checklist, and back to ground realities.
Excel, word, powerpoint = Tandoori chicken, petrol and the next vacation to the Arctic


Resolutions – The Happiness Paradox…

Every Dec-end, the world celebrates the myth that a new year beckons & the 1st of January with it’s magic wand will wipe away the stresses of life.

So to motivate this magician called Jan, we prop it with artificial limbs called resolutions.
Lose weight, gain gf, lose spouse, have more sex and many other random wishes float in the air for a while….But eventually it ends up being just another binge eat & drink session one night, followed by a diet which probably lasts a week & a half.

And these so-called resolutions, if they ever get completed through are supposed to make us HAPPY.
Which brings me to the 2 moot questions of life!
1) What is happiness?
2) Is it our natural state?

For me, humans seem to live in a permanent state of dissatisfaction with temporal spikes of joy or ecstasy, which they term as happiness. So my resolution for 2013 is to try to gain some peace if not the ever-elusive oasis pictured below…

The mythical Creature of Happiness

Antarctica: 18th Dec: David vs Goliath


Had an awesome 5 am zodiac cruise- our last day on the continent. Climaxed in a fascinating display by the local wildlife. Looks like they had planned a special goodbye show, for the alien humans loitering around.


A gentoo penguin stuck on a little ice flotilla with a leopard seal lazily stretching on it. Beautiful duel between prey and predator. Seal opens mouth for just a yawn & the mentally challenged penguin flaps its wings, noisily running along the periphery of the float.




Intricate masterpieces carved out of ice & glaciers are the perfect backdrop for this morning show.
Unfortunately have to say goodbye to life and begin our return journey to the humdrum bullshit.

Antarctica: 16th/17th Dec – Beauty lies in the Ice of the Boulder…

The Continental Landing:

Woke up to some unbelievable sights today morning. How can so much beauty exist in a concentrated part of earth. Everywhere I set my sight, a spectacular photo opp exists. Looks like some painter has picked up a colourless canvas and smudged it with white snow, tempered with icy blue floats and jagged brown peaks. The heart is overwhelmed with the beauty around. Wonder how the first explorers would have felt, when they landed on this white wilderness with no humans around. Just nature and its magic.



Got the passport stamped at Port Lockroy. Excited but piqued at how we’ve induced such artificial borders even in a serene, free continent like Antarctica. British heritage, scientific, postal base-remnants of WW 2 strategic warfare in this part of the world!

Jealous of the penguins loitering around. They’ve got the best of what our planet has to offer. Truly, beauty lies in the ice of the boulder. Bought some Souvenirs at the Brit historical museum.

Paradise Bay proves that there is indeed a paradise on earth. Hiked to the top of a small hillock and then slid down. How the hell are we supposed to like any other place now?
The stunning huge glaciers hide their crevasses and run down the mountain valleys with the icebergs & floats all around at the bay. Beautiful satsrugi exposing our vessel in the background. Gentoo penguins breeding in their bright, warm summer of -10°c




Camped overnight at the Amirante Brown station. Don’t want to sleep. Its’a strangely liberating as well as depressing feeling when a childhood dream is fulfilled… The penguins are tired & silent, and so am I..Walk up and down the hillock and get into the sleeping bag to trap the heat and dissipate the sorrow.

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Antarctica: 15th Dec: Love at first sight!

Half-Moon Island and Deception Island

The inadequacy of words & pictures is amplified today. How can anyone be prepared for a place like Antarctica?
Surreal feeling when our feet plonked on the coldest, driest & windiest part of our planet. A long-cherished dream fulfilled. Strangely enough a part of me lived and died today….


Penguins rule this terrain. They build highways to navigate up the plateau & down to the calm sea for their daily quota of bread, butter & jam. Stealing is rampant around the pebbled nests – each penguin a bigger scamster than the other. And all this is done while protecting their eggs from the predatory Scua birds.




Bright, blue lines trickle out of the icy glaciers and snow-sculpted structures around. Reminds one of the cool minty toothpaste ads, which have blue gel oozing out of the tube.
I’m so sad when we’re asked to get-off the island & onto our zodiacs to return to the ship. I’ve fallen in pure love with an inanimate objet for the first time. The vast white wiLderness has an outer-world tranquility, never experienced before. How will I be able to survive with humans in the plasticity of Dubai, now?!

Deception island next. Have foolishly agreed to participate in the polar plunge.
Once-in-a-lifetime chance to take a bath in the Antarctic waters. (albeit in a lake created by an active volcano)

Guts is just a fine line away for sheer stupidity. Wished myself luck and stripped down to bare essentials.
The water wasn’t substantially cold for the 1st 2 steps…The sulphur from the active volcano ensured a foggy, farty air all around, slightly warm for these conditions. Step 3 and then suddenly thousand cold pins pierce the feet. If this is what volcanic antarctic wafers fed like, dread to think how it’ll beneath the colder peninsula down south. Brrrrr..


Anyway, fear has been drowned into the Antarctic Ocean… Need to transmute this strong will to other spheres of life. Orgasmic day 1 comes to an end…

Antarctica: Dracula’s Lake: 13th/14th Dec

Bid Adieu to the southernmost port in the world, Ushuaia and jumped aboard our new home, Plancius…


As we moved away from this sleepy town and crossed the docile Beagle channel, all of us had our fingers crossed. A new environment, ship crew and a supposed monster – Drake’s passage to deal with, had us in a bit of a sweat.

The Drake Passage is the body of water between the southern tip of South America which connects the Atlantic Ocean with the Pacific Ocean and extends into the Southern Ocean.

There is no significant land anywhere at the latitudes of the Drake Passage, which is important to the unimpeded flow of the Antarctic Circumpolar Current which carries a huge volume of water and throws it all around. Hence the apparent rocky nature of the Dracula…

We introduced ourselves to the Dutch doctor on board who tranquilized us with chemicals. So, 2 days went in a state of trance, though luckily the Drake behaved more like a lake. Ate, slept and clicked random photos of the sky whenever the eye remained opened for a bit. Hope to touch the continent tomorrow!

Got a few interesting shots – first sighting of an iceberg and some whales.


Death is beautiful

Antarctica Trip Day 2: Buenos Aires

Visiting a cemetery is always a surreal experience. The famed and respected people of Argentina are buried here for posterity. But why? does it really matter? Is leaving behind a legacy really that important?
Does a Gandhi, Lincoln or Napoleon really hold any relevance after they’re gone?


When a rockstar sleeps, fame is an inconsequential concept both for him as well as his worshippers. At that point he, the pope & the street dog all are on the same plane. For that matter, sleep is the biggest leveler & hence by that extension so is death. The only reason we love to sleep & despise the elongated variant is our inability to wake up.


Saw these 2 old gentlemen sitting here in peace, waiting for their time. Every wrinkle holding umpteen stories, joyful, tragic as well as unfulfilled dreams. When you’re so near to death, what really drives you to live?

Many questions, only silence is
the reposte given by these graves.