Me myself & I

Me, myself and I
Solo ride until I die!!

Therapy

World over, this is a given fact what makes you feel good, may not work for someone else unless it takes off that stress which is either taken off by drugs, sex or coffee but in certain cases, there is a therapy above all of this that calls for nothing but just you and yourself to experience its magic.

Nothing they say makes you feel better unless it is the fresh air, in this case really fresh and something that makes your blood roar, roar like it never has before, to kick your  Adrenalin running.

Well, no this is a different kind of a “Therapy” – it is known as motorcycling and IF it is not in your blood, I warn you do not do it – It is not a seasonal exotic luxury that most people here in Europe treat it as, this is where I repeat – it is not for everyone.
Sometimes in life, you do things that makes you feel connected to who you are and it is in your blood, not in your show off fancy expensive motorcycle or in your Adventure embedded clothes and stickers on the motorcycle… I do not belong to your category of Adventures or being called stupid because this is what you do not have or will never have in you because you were not born with it!!

Adrenalin rush included with endorphins released as I push to extremes knowing that I have that throttle in my right hand and I forget about everything else, this is where I leave everything else behind, my past, my present and I only see what is in front of me – letting me release my demons with a fear that one single mistake and I will be in the gutter! (or worse, yes I have been there too- broke a shoulder but came out alive).

This is my therapy session, in real wonderful below zero°C temperature and the windchill that cleanses everything else that holds me fearless. (As I said, with a warning, this therapy is not for you if you do not know how to) – The threshold is those three digits that counts which kicks in fast but knowing my limits.. I am my own man.

I say no more, those words are mine and for me only… You enjoy the pictures and feel whatever else you want to feel other than my words. These words may not mean anything to you.

The session is done for today, once I found myself.. and told myself … everything that only matters to me… the soul listens!!

A man, his harem and his slaves.

A real true story that emerged quite unexpected in them most unimaginative way to cause the biggest surprise in the most emotional manner. Sitting at a meeting with two of my business clients who had a common connection. This is going to get very very interesting as we go. We finished our meeting and sittng at coffee. This common connection is “Mr G” based in Karinthia region of Austria.

Mr. G is a very intellectual, mind player, charming for the woman and self appraising till the eternity. He plays himself as a man who plays the truth in his stories, oh he is celebrity of his own in this small part of the world. One of my client who is lady in her 40’s(R) and the other one who is another lady in her late 20’s(A)on the coffee table realised that this common connection of their has more in common. The coversation opened in a manner about how do you know our Mr. G. Oh, A answered – I made his website, designed the book of his cover, he was my ex-bf until he got all his desired results with the business and beyond satisfied by me.  Now, to the surprise the R answered that he is my partner for past 8 years and still living the life at large in a relationship where he is more or less a partner for his needs. I am his partner for all his personal needs where he expects me to wash, iron and fulfill his needs. This was turning a catastrophe as the cards were just thrown but not played yet. A said – the reason to break up with him was not just that he used her but played the same game with five other woman. Two of which are common to A and yet, he has been quite good at its game.

Mr. G is in his 40’s, single, a character who is not willing to be dominated by anyone other than him. He is a man who only knows an art of getting his desired needs, whether it be work, official or personal. He plays a game of love to not one but to all at the same time. Now we were unearthing the real truth. This man has written his book saying he talks about the truth, he did a project bringing pictures of a regional mountain – every day a picture from a same spot all year long selling unedited loudly publising his real truth of staight from the camera with no editting, has a bigger truth. He read his unpublished book to A that he has a book where he writes how he uses his woman for the satisfaction of needs, desire and personal satisfactions. How in the world can this one man be playing with nine woman that we have named, spoken on the phone in front of each other and have the same story.

What Mr. G writes is a truth. He unearths the truth and nothing else. At this time he has come as a true man but he has shown his character of how strong charismatic charm he plays. He knows the biggest, the most powerful females in this region and plays with all for his needs. Now, at this time R is heart broken and in a state that some one has pulled the earth under her feet. She got divorced from her husband 8years ago hoping that this man will be stong enough to support her in the toughest of the times. For all this time she is speechless but to confirm that A is not lying, she phoned another of her friend who Mr G has played same game in the name of love (lets call her O) for two years. Now this makes three affairs all in parallel. R is involved in since 8years, A for 6 months and O for 2years. But wait this is not ending here, O has one more common lady who has been stamped as his love. Can this get any more exciting ?

In the book that Mr. G is written he has used all these characters in full details explaining how he uses them in real life. How in the name of love he has obtained which he would not have managed and to unleash the biggest surprise is that he kills the woman in the end. Now we do not know how real this is going to get. If this Mr. G who in real life is not just a liar (Icing on the cake of his real truth) he is playing a bigger game in his brain.

What shall these woman do ! This is going to be the biggest story in future we can put these characters together to unleash this Mr G who is not a man but a psychopath. He has no emotions for anyone besides he lives to fulfill everything in his life with the support of his slaves. He writes in his book, that these stupid naive woman do not know how he  his playing with them. He is expert in the world of his own with no one able to see beyond his eyes. Unseen but the thread has been opened with this one business meeting that has left a can of worms opened.

Broken, emotionally overchallenged and what shall be the next. Even sharing the emails of Mr G between R and A it appears he uses the same text, same sms and his same forward pattern to attract these woman day and night in his communication. Shall we leave it here for the moment, we have bigger truth than the truth of a man himself.

Christkindlmarkt – Klagenfurt, Austria

Season of christmas is the time to be with the family and enjoy those moments of togetherness. Best if you are in the european region where it means more than just a christmas tree and gifts under. It is more to the celebration of exotic foods with special drinks including wine and its variants.
This time to the proper christmas market unlike the one seen in Southwark, London,UK. This is where we listen to the christmas carols, singing people, a little bit of dancing and lot more wintry touch to enjoy the hot gluewien. Before I go ahead yapping into the flow of words – best to leave it to your imagination through the pictures.
The only thing missing year is snow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just a litle quick look through the evening filled with light, music and joyful market of christmas. Although the photos are just a quick do of what it looked like. Cant spend time right now to share all that in the better way. Till the next lot of quick winter snaps come out without snow – Have a nice holiday season.

“O Tannebaum” – I am going to practise my christmas traditional singing as long as the wonderful season lasts. Never a bad idea to stop but rather keep on going.