Loves travelling, now limited only inside India but would like to surf further, enjoys talking about science, literature and philosophy. I can tell you bed time stories and folklore.
I wouldn't call myself a Introvert but it changes depending on people around.

My Philosophy Towards Life
Born and raised in a Hindu Brahmin family, as a child I used to be a God fearing boy, loved rituals, chanting Mantras and such stuffs.
In my teenage, I believed in Karma and Destiny but stopped fearing Him
As I aged my philosophy has evolved and I will summarise it in this small story:

Once upon a time the Hindu God of Preservation of Dharma, Vishnu was paying a visit to Shiva, the God of Destruction, at his abode in Kailash deep in the Himalayas accompanied by his mount Garuda, the Mighty Eagle. Vishnu went inside the cave leaving Garuda waiting outside for his return. Having nothing to do Garuda was looking at the lofty Himalayas and the splendorous vegetation that has flourished in its foothills. His eyes narrowed on a tiny colorful bird that was sitting on a branch of a tall tree collecting twigs for her shelter. Garuda, lost in his thoughts was marveling at the contrast of Creator's creation- a small bird lost in this giant hills. By the mean time Yama, the God of Death was travelling across the mountains. Suddenly Yama's eyes met with the small bird and he gave a perplexing look at the bird and walked away into the cave. Garuda was watching the whole scene, obscured by the large rocks and he was shocked thinking she will die no sooner. Garuda was known for his speed. He took the small bird on his back and flied thousands of kilometers away from the mountains to a small cottage hidden in a forest and rounded back just by the blink of an eye. After few moments Yama reappeared from the cave and saw Garuda at gate. Proud of his karma Garuda bowed before Yama greeting him to which Yama asked what made him look so jolly today. Garuda narrated the story. Yama smiled and told Garuda, "I wasn't looking at the bird to take her life, I was looking at her thinking how could such a small bird could make up a thousand kilometer journey within some seconds and die in a cottage hidden in the forest struck by a stone. Now, I understand". Listening to this rolls of tears were flowing from the eyes of Garuda and was ashamed of his foolishness and walked away with his wings down
Something is good or bad,something is lighter or darker to decide is a completely Human thing I believe. Weather a Creator exists or not is also a completely Human Game that we are playing for centuries. We are just looking at some narrow patch, connecting dots , proud of ourselves but it might happen that Nature stitches using her longest of the threads. Who Knows?

Why I’m on Couchsurfing

Another story for you but this one is from Rumi :
ON THE CS
In the CS are many wines- the wine of delight in color and form and taste, the wine of intellect's agility, the fine port of stories and the cabernet singing. Being human means entering this place where entrancing varieties of desire are served. The grapeskin of ego breaks and a pouring begins. When grapes combine their juice are closed up together for a time in a dark place, the results are spectacular. This is what lets two drunks meet so that they don't know who is who. Pronouns no longer apply in the CS mud-world of excited confusion and half-articulated wanting.

But after some time , a point comes, a memory of elsewhere, a longing for the source, and the drunks must set off from the tavern and begin the return. The CS is a kind of glorious hell that human beings enjoy and suffer and then push off from in their search for truth. The journey is a dangerous region where sometimes disguises are necessary, but never bide your heart, Rumi urges. Keep open there. A breaking apart, a crying out into the street, begins here, and the human soul turns to find its way home.

It's 4 a.m. I leave the town and walk aimlessly. A policeman stops me. "Why are you Couch surfing ?" "Sir," replies I, "if I knew the answer to that question, I would have been home hours ago!"

Interests

Reading books, music, travelling, painting sometimes, poetry, sometimes writing also.

• writing
• books
• literature
• poetry
• singing
• folklore
• coloring
• make up
• wine
• reading
• traveling
• painting
• music
• surfing
• hinduism
• science
• mountains

Music, Movies, and Books

I have listed them in my FB account, you can check out there.

Countries I’ve Lived In

India