MICRONATION SEALAND

How many times have you wanted to be a king. To be the premier of all those around you. And then you have realised that you cannot be a king in these days of the overrated form of governance known as democracy. And then what do you do, you move on in life being another petty subject of a country of millions.

Not everyone in this world gives up that easily though. There are some amongst us who will go to any lengths to be king.

One such example is Paddy Roy Bates, the premier or king of the Principality of Sealand. This "country" has its own constitution, own flag and even issued passports. However, according to wikipedia it consists of "man-made off-shore installation named HM Fort Roughs, a former Maunsell Sea Fort located in the North Sea 10 kilometres (six miles) off the coast of Suffolk, England, as well as territorial waters in a twelve-nautical-mile radius."

This micronation is only a part of a sea fort built by the British during WWII, and abandoned and allowed to sink. However part of it is still above water, looking like an abandoned oil rig. However, small as it might be it is a proud nation. It has held its own against an attempt of invasion by the British.

It has a hereditary constitutional monarchy and a total population of less than ten permanent residents. However the royal family has put up the nation for sale. Some of you with a load of cash may bid for it.

PARK STREET

What can a stretch of road in the middle of a busy city mean to anyone. A road where when you walk by you are just another anonymous person, another entity in the countless millions, another ant in the bustling ant colony. Can a street, an alley, a road grow into being a part of you. A Road that is in no way yours, a road that you share with thousands of other people whom you dont know or have no intention of knowing.

There are relationships that you get into, not because you want to or because you have to, but just because you happened to be there. My relationship with Park Street is something of that sort. A relationship that started of with the usual flirtings during the teenage years. Walking down the streets, with nothing at all to do...gazing at the cars flow by, the beautiful girls walk away and the once in a while useful trip to some fancy restaurant.

And then came the college days. Three years of knowing each other. Three years during which I walked her length innumerable times, getting to be part of her daily crowd. Three years during which I had fights, friendships, laughter, tears thats I shared with her.

Those daily ritual of walking back with friends to the bus stop, walking for 45 minutes what would normally take 15 or less. Shouting on the middle of the road as if we owned the world. Feeling so much at home.

Those treats at Peipings or Bar-B-q, those intellectual rounds at Oxford, killing time at Music World. And visiting the cemetery. And the bribing of cops for running a trafic light, did it all.

All thanks to Park Street...

WALK

Recently, I have been walking a lot. Yeah, a lot. Mostly its from my new apartment to school or back. The walk to school is bad, trust me. 1.5 miles uphill is a pain. However on the bright side I guess I will be getting some much needed exercise.

For those not impressed by 1.5 miles walk here are some facts.

the Mt. Everest is roughly 5.7 miles high. That means if I walk the distance four times I walk just as much...and then they make a big deal about climbing the highest peak in the world...

also the highest building in the world is Petronas Towers at a measly .4 miles high...I will see how easily you go up to the top of that using the stairs smartass....

the deepest ocean trench is about 7 miles deep and not too many people have gone that deep, and here I am going an equal distance every trips I make and still get no credit...

if instead of walking on the earth if I was walking straight away from it, I would reach the top of the troposphere in roughly 6 days...

the only thing that you could you hold against me is the speed...yeah I am not Roger Bannister...and take nearly half an hour walking the distance...

POKER

I have recently been watching a lot of poker on tv. Have been taught the basic rules by my roommate who seems to be quite a poker lover. Thats an assumption based on the number of Cardplayer magazines lying around in our loo.

The game itself in the basic form is pretty easy to understand. And from the layman's eyes, it looks awfully like a game of luck. However if you look closely you will realise that in the big games it is usually the same big guys winning. And that is when you realise that there is much more to the game than just the factor of luck. True whether you win or lose depends on the set of cards that you finally have. And it is true that the cards you have are completely random events.

However poker is much more than that. It is a reading of the thoughts of your competitors, of your ability to equate the risks you take to the odds of pulling it off. And most importantly to know when to back off and when to pull the trigger.

MAZE

Have you ever been a maze, a maze so confusing that anybody who does not know the exact turns is bound to get lost. And have you ever felt confident that you know the maze inside out. Have you ever felt that the maze was yours. Have you ever felt proud to be part of the maze that confused all aliens. The maze that gave you your identity, your freedom, your self assurance.

And have you ever been taken away from that maze and put out on a road. A long straight road. With no turns at all. A place so so easy to move in, that it is frightening. A place which is so transparent that there are no corners to hide yourself in. A place where the sun hits you in the eye, brightness that you want to get away from. A place where the sense of security is the cause of feeling of insecurity. A place that has only sharp corners, no worn down edges.

And have you ever realized that all you could see while roaming aimlessly in the maze was the brightness of the straight road far away. And all you ever wanted was to be part of that sanitized brightness. And have you ever felt that you dont know what you want, the feeling of being one with yourself or wanting to be someone else.

And have you ever seen how the maze was trying to sharpen its edges while the brightness was trying to lose its sheen.

I just thought it was about time to salvage my precious blog from the ignonimity of irregular post. Its been 20 long days since my last post. 20 interesting days. Yeah the break was not as boring as it was supposed to be.

However its back to the grind now. Classes, labs and grading are just about lurking in the corner and making themselves briefly visible right now. However, soon they will be moving in more confidently, and a few more days later they will be baring their fangs and claws. And before I know it, it will be time when they will move in together to hunt me down...man this worlds a jungle.