Cautley Nights...

Past few days, or rather nights, have redefined what awesomeness earlier meant for me, and that too in an unexpected territory. While the might and capacity of bakar are beyond any question, you still can't expect it to unfold all it's awesomeness so addictively in a spacetime you are least acquainted with. And when that happens, in a place where you least expect it to, little is left to be said or done, and you are just absorbed in it's sheer splendor. And among all the places, Cautley, situated comfortably far down away from reach of fair humans who dwell in upper lands, seemed like the last place which could suffice my insatiable appetite for bakar. But it was matter of just a few nights which altered all my previous beliefs and theories.

I am a part of a random campus news magazine and also a random organization trying to promote entrepreneurship, and that gives me enough reason to visit Cautley, for it houses all kinds of fellow random members. I have been in these outlying settlements before, and returning back is always an exalting experience. It gives you a much required break from the hassles of the urban life we live up the slope. And imagine trekking to such a beautiful raw place in company of some highly enlightened writers to discuss relationships. When such refined nobility takes up such a task, you can expect highest level of civility in their conduct. The discourse on relationship started with the moderator guiding it as we moved step-by-step from theory to case analysis, scrutinizing relationships in detail hitherto unheard of. After clearly defining various aspects of love, we applied the concepts to real life. It was then that the "random" confessions were made, "random" love was revived, "random" people were discussed and false and unfortunate, yet some "random" associations were forcibly and just for the heck of it invented. Besides that, a lot of non-random stuff was discussed as well, some of which was obvious, some shocking and educating. The awesome night which titillated every sense of our's had to come to an end, for nature demanded such, and it did end, but only after leaving an impact. The night still stays alive in our memories and will continue to do so for a long time to come.

But just when you thought that you had the best of bakar, it amazes you again. Leave a day, and I got a different reason to visit Cautley. Once the work was complete, Bakar started showing it's true colors. Like an honest wanderer devoutly relying on his instincts, I allowed myself to flow in the stream of bakar that followed with a kondy editor, soon extended to include a pinky one as well. And then from self-actualization to more on relationships, from wild and naked dream confessions to problem of excess, everything under the sun was discussed. Without even realizing how fast the time ticked away and dissolved the night in itself, we went on till the last it was permitted. And after the awe-inspiring session, all through my journey back up home, I couldn't help but think and regret of missing out so long on this bakar paradise. The simplicity and generosity of rural folk, and their intelligent ways, all encompassed within their modest demeanors can humble farce people like us who disguise in urbane flairs. I can just express my earnest gratitude and respect for these beings, who inhabit the awesome lands.

And before signing off, here is brief synopsis of my life unfurling in present:

1. I've got new speakers and I'm vehemently playing hard rock to notify the matkas of my new purchase who have made several attempts to kill me by playing songs from '80s C-grade Bhojpuri films.

2. All my feelings for the department which I melodically expounded in my last post, have been falsified, thanks to the trip that won't happen.

3. Catch-22 is some catch, the best there is !

And with that, I sign off !