c u on top - satyabrata dam

I am a weaver. I weave stories of distant lands, forbidden worlds, mystic mountains, of people not seen or heard, of human stories that by far exceed our wildest imaginations and of course stories of sheer stupidity. Funny and hilarious, absurd and unbelievable mostly. The characters are people like you and those I meet during my travels, the threads are the collective experience that I gather from each one of you and the colors come from your dreams and wishes. And I weave them all together to make up my stories. Nothing is original; they have only been arranged in an original form and design. There is absolutely nothing that any of us can ever discover, design or relate in original that has not already been told or designed by someone somewhere somehow. As a story weaver my only role is to bring these collective people and experiences together at one place in a lucid manner. During my story telling sessions I am often asked to relate my life-and-death stories. Moments from where I sh

I wake up with a start. The tiny tent is swinging gently, brushing against the rock every now and then. A strange sound permeates into the wild night. Switching on my headlamp I look at my companion sleeping peacefully on the space-starved floor. I know there’s nothing but empty air beneath us. My Suunto (watch) says it is 1.20 am with inside air hovering around 14 C below zero. It’s in mid July, right in the heart of winter of Southern Hemisphere. The swing of our tent tells me that a buffeting gale has us in its grip. Nearly 3000 ft vertically above ground is a very exciting place to be, though not necessarily a comfortable one… certainly not for what I have in mind. If any observer could even see us from ground, stuck as we are like a fly on that massive face of rock and ice, rearing up like the raised hood of a serpent into the dark sky, he is certain to wonder if this fly is ever going to fly or fall away. I smile to no one in particular as I gaze again at my supine companion. Wi

Smile is a good thing. When you smile the following happens (among many other things): Makes people WONDER (now what could that be) People think you are intelligent (which may be true) People think you are an imbecile (who isn’t at some point of time) People think you are happy (which you should be) People think why you are happy (if you do not know the answer then please don’t tell them) People think you know the answer (please don’t open your mouth and prove them wrong) People think you are successful (hopefully you are in your perception) People think you have a secret (we all do), which they wish to know People think you are out of your mind (better there than anywhere else) People think you think that they think that you think that they think that you think… (and it goes on and on and on and on… ) Makes people SMILE The first and the last of the above list are all that really matters. So next time when you cross someone either known or unknown simply smile and see the world turn a