Mind Speaks

It has been for a very long time that I wanted to visit the Balkans. In France, we hear about these countries very seldom and my mates in India have no clue about their existence. There is something irresistible about the Balkans which always attracted me and itched my travel aspect to go there and explore. I had just finished my exams and I was all set to escape from the baguette and cheese culture and to plunge  into the cevapi and rakia world. My first destination was Zadar, Croatia. It was more like a layover where I was to spend a night as I'd already visited the city in 2011. After sending over 50 couch requests (I ought to blog about my couchsurfing experience) I struggled to get one and only positive response by Kristof Kolomb. I had the exact dreaded experience in 2011 and it was a deja vu all over again. I guess the Croats are tough nuts to crack.The moment I read his name I asked myself, "isn't he suppose to be in the waters discovering a new land...

The other day while I was in the toilet, I did some quick maths and figured out that I spend 270 hours a year on an average in the metro. As I have nothing else to do but to wait for my stop to come, often I observe the fellow commuters. Where for the most part, I share my journey with people who are confined to themselves as if they have been sentenced to a solitary confinement or a high school couple who are completely oblivious of the fact that there are also other people surrounding them and think the metro to be the best place on the earth to make out and to prove their commitment towards each other; I often encounter some very peculiar people. - The Vibrating Dude : He always makes a grand entrance with a smirk on his face. The bloke should be easily in his 40s if not in the 50s. Every time I see him, I find him with the same attire; a cap placed at 45° angle, a Redskins jacket, an Aeropostale Tshirt, a Kaporal jeans, a Redskins shoes and a handbag which looks like a music ...