This Is Where I'd Rather Be !. Review on Prague

The creative mind is malleable. It has to be. Pity, this very malleability is its undoing. For, the more I soak in 'Life', the more it influences me. Changes me. And that's the way it should be. Don't you think so ? I do. I think I wont be restrained by structure anymore. Chaos is better far.

I'm good at architecture. Good at the 'concrete'. Yet the 'abstract' draws me. I'm not sure I have a knack for it though. I think I don't want any 'Power' games too. I'm just not any good at that stuff. But I wanna be good at my women. I think I'll make love to my woman. But hang on she still seems to be charmed by her lover. Heck why does she have to do that ? I don't want to let go of her. Relinquishment makes me feel helpless. It always has. I need to own my women. I need to be fed. Never mind if this isn't possible. I need it this way just the same.

All in the Mind. My heart says she loves me yet the Mind isn't sure. It is apprehensive. Apprehensive that she's bedding my friend. Whats he got that I ain't got anyway ? Why cant I be like him ? Now that I have tried being him, he tells me I had rather not. I need to check. I need to shut up that mind.

They say Prague is full of troubled people. Am I here because I am one of them ? Or now that I'm here I'll be one of them ? Hell, it don't matter. I love Prague. I love the place, its buildings, its roads, its bars, its chapels, its gypsies, its lovers, their captivating songs... I'm not going anywhere. I don't NEED to go anywhere. This is where I'd rather be.

(P.S - Prague, as seen from the eyes of Chandan, our protagonist. Prague - One of the most beautiful cities in the world. The land of forebodings. The land of skeletons buried in closets. The land of an unceasing haunting. The land of soulful ballads. The land of Josef Koudelka. Its only fair that the best photographer should have been born in Prague. And its only befitting that a man like Chandan should have been destined to love and live in its cradle.)