Ravi Kunjwal believes Physics is Art. And Conference talks are performances. And poems are meant to be danced with. Ravi Kunjwal loves to talk. While not talking, he writes beautiful memoirs, travelogues and poetry in his blog.
Turn that frown upside down,
And In this circus of a life
I’ll be your clown.
What turns my frown upside down?
I think conversations do, over anything at all, with a friend or a stranger.
Also, unexpected rains on a dry summer day.
Free food, filter kaapi.
And a good story, real or imagined.
A long walk to the beach where I sit and listen to the sea and, if it is a good day, I might even see a brilliant
moon rising over the horizon as night descends upon us all;
sometimes I walk overnight with a few “turtle walkers”, especially during December-March, for that is when the
Olive Ridleys nest by the coast and their hatchlings, when released, are the most beautiful little things I have
seen, rushing straight to the sea after they hatch, no parents obsessing over whether they are ready to do that.
Kids, their bright eyes, and unnecessary questions.
Older people, who usually have stories to tell, of when they were young and the world was different.
And walks in the crowded streets of south india, usually in and around temples, the colours and the sounds and
the smells, a rich spectrum that’s almost an assault on one’s senses, and cats selling coconuts.