spo0nman
rude awakening
I lived in Agra for 6 years. I spent my adolescent years there. I visited Agra in 2008 after abandoning it some 12 years ago. If you know me even slightly, you know my Agra stories. The British mansion I grew up in. The school hooligan I was. The streets of sadar and bundukatra. After spending 4 hours in the scorching heat, I could not fathom how I had spent 6 years of my life there -- having such a great time and collecting such stories, which many of you have heard. I realized, I had forgotten to have fun.
I went to Agra with a lot of expectations. Agra for me meant Anger, Love, Abandonment, Loneliness. Spending hours on the rooftop reading Shakespear. Agra was about waking up. Starting to become who I am. Agra was about the Babre masjid riots. About how much I hated the Taj because someone or the other will visit us every month to see it. It was about sleeping on the couch in the hall.
While I was in Agra; I thought a lot. I thought about taking action. About how life is short, about how not too long ago I was cycling right there, about how I almost fell into the yamuna from the Taj.
Agra gave me merciless heat. Agra threw me out. It showed me that this is all there is and if I’m going to try to live my life like how I wanted it. I should go for it now.
rude awakening
I lived in Agra for 6 years. I spent my adolescent years there. I visited Agra in 2008 after abandoning it some 12 years ago. If you know me even slightly, you know my Agra stories. The British mansion I grew up in. The school hooligan I was. The streets of sadar and bundukatra. After spending 4 hours in the scorching heat, I could not fathom how I had spent 6 years of my life there -- having such a great time and collecting such stories, which many of you have heard. I realized, I had forgotten to have fun.
I went to Agra with a lot of expectations. Agra for me meant Anger, Love, Abandonment, Loneliness. Spending hours on the rooftop reading Shakespear. Agra was about waking up. Starting to become who I am. Agra was about the Babre masjid riots. About how much I hated the Taj because someone or the other will visit us every month to see it. It was about sleeping on the couch in the hall.
While I was in Agra; I thought a lot. I thought about taking action. About how life is short, about how not too long ago I was cycling right there, about how I almost fell into the yamuna from the Taj.
Agra gave me merciless heat. Agra threw me out. It showed me that this is all there is and if I’m going to try to live my life like how I wanted it. I should go for it now.