24th April 2017 – day 1 auckland

24th April 2017
Day 1 auckland:
I got up just in time to catch a skyline view of Auckland when the flight was landing which not to mention was stunning. Me and my wife were both really very very tired after a 20 hour long flight so all that I could of was checking into the hotel and crashing into the cozy bed there.
We were given customs cards for arrival new Zealand during our transit through Singapore and thankfully we went through the entire card properly and ticked off the right boxes. My wife being vegan, we were carrying a few apples and ready to eat food packets. Turns out that new Zealand customs checks all the bags for any food brought in from outside as a way of minimising any biological hazards. Though as polite as the airport staff were they were equally thorough with their checks. We were also told that has we not ticked all the right boxes then we would have been handed an instant 400 nzd fine. So long story short they just confiscated the apples and let us pass with our ready to eat packets.

Once done with all the checks we headed to the I site at the airport and called ‘go rentals from the free pay phones there. They arranged their pink and blue shuttle to pick us up from the airport and on to their office so we could pick up our rental ( all of which arranged by ‘pick your trail’ ).
The shuttle picked us up in ten mins from the airport as they said they would. We finished all the paperwork at the rental office and the entire process went very smoothly. We also got friendly advice on how to get around the country from the shuttle driver and the lady behind the counter. They were more than happy sharing their tips with the newly married couple on their honeymoon.
Turns out that 25th April is when new Zealand celebrates its independence and it was also the time when the masters games in Auckland were on in full swing so the country had a lot of foreign athletes and all the hotels were over booked. Good thing we had everything planned and booked before hand.
After taking out blue Toyota Mazda 2 rental, pretty soon we were driving down to downtown Auckland to the rydges hotel where out first booking was. GPS is a life saver and new Zealand being a commonwealth country, the right hand drives made me feel comfy with the drive, though it took me than a while to get used to the organised traffic here as compared to the chaotic road rage in Delhi.
Nonetheless the drive to the hotel was about 30 odd kms which we covered in less than 30 mins and that was after I missed a few exits and had to turn back around.
We reached rydges auckland before our check in time so we had to wait a little bit in the lobby before we were given keys to our rooms.
I was really tired but since my wife madhuri hadn’t eaten anything on the flight in, we freshened up and headed out to hog like kings and queens. We found this nice little Indian restaurant called raviz where we could stuff ourselves up.
Auckland has quite a few Indian restaurants so it wouldn’t be too difficult for a shakahari desi( I mean madhuri) to feel at ease with the food.
Afterwards we walked around the streets of downtown Auckland and to do a quick recce of what could be done in the 2 days that we had in Auckland but pretty soon we realised that we were too tired and headed back to our room instead.
We crashed at about 1930 and then I got up by 2230. Not being able to sleep, I went down to the reception to check up on things that could be done for the next day. He advised me to go to this place called mount Eden to watch the sunrise which is surrounded by an extinct volcano where you can a get a 360 degree view of the crater.
I stepped out from the hotel after that to see how the weather was and surprisingly it wasn’t that cold or windy and was quite pleasant.
I went back up, planning to be up early for the sunrise but then getting up early was never in my genes and turns out I was right about my genetics. He he he



Everyday I go through the agony of a promise left unfulfilled. Promises made to myself. A new promise made to myself at night which I hope to see fulfilled in the morning through a disciplined effort over time.And then to see it shrink back into the darkness like a vampire cringing back at dawn.Promises of starting my day early and going out for a jog, hitting the gym after, swapping my winter clothes for summer wear, cleaning my house,waxing my bike,writing a kick ass post, going to bed early and the list goes on and on. But the fact that I am at the liberty of snuggling back into my bed in the morning(and anytime thereafter) only makes me abuse it.

From being on call 24  hrs a day, 7 days a week at sea  to being a lazy bum at home, the change is just as turbulent as the weather while I sail. Spending the first few days lazing around is understandable but the entire course of my stay at home gets defined by the odd hours I follow initially (or is that an excuse that I make up to make myself feel better). I do end up hitting the gym eventually everyday but the timings are just as odd and my morning runs inevitably wait for the next morning. I should probably have the word ‘TOMORROW’ painted on my walls(It’s past midnight as I write this and I am quite sure I’ll end seeing the hypothetical ‘Tomorrow’ painted on the walls in the morning).

The pride of being bang on time day after day at work(maybe five mins late but that’s that), of being regular with everything at sea turns me into the exact opposite (rather brings out my true nature). The lack of a schedule, of something concrete to do, living with no agenda on mind for what to the next day can make you feel extremely wasted. Any given day has 24 hrs to fill and every waking hr for me is a concerted effort at finding something constructive to do and the failure to find anything only pushes me back into bed(another day wasted 😦 ).

Evenings are all about having coffee with friends and coming up with all sorts of ideas(exactly the kind you’d find in movies where drinking buddies catch up everyday for a few beers at a pub somewhere). An hour and a half spent there, 90 mins or so spent in the gym, another hr or so spent thinking about writing a kick ass post and 8 hrs of sleep defines the crust of everyday spent at home. Jeez man, that still leaves me 12 hrs short!!!! and before I know it these 8 hrs of sleep will turn into half a day in bed.

There is still a while left before I go back to sea, falling into a routine thus but till then I guess I’ll have to keep making these false promises to myself,run directionless like a headless chicken with the hope that at least one of them might fall into place and putting the head back on hence.




Over the years i have seen so many people, including myself, striving for some sort of completion.Be it in relationships, in your career, on a spiritual level and so on and so forth. People are so focused on the presence of something in their lives that they forget to give its absence, its due importance.

A few nights back, staying up late into the night, i found myself wondering about the consequences of completion. What would completion add to my life????What will it bring that i don’t have already???The answer i found myself most satisfied with was the exact corollary to completion. I found myself happy being incomplete in everything- incomplete in my relationships, incomplete at what i do for a living and incomplete at everything i do.

And what is it that makes me so happy about being incomplete????? What does it bring to my life that the completion so longed for overtime in my life cannot bring????

Here is my theory.

There are 2 ways of dealing with something that’s missing in your life:

1)Being grumpy and not doing anything about it, the effects of which define the way your life shapes up.


2)Accepting the absence of things you longed for and working tirelessly to attain their presence.

I will any day accept and resign myself to this second theory.

The fact that i do not want to see myself complete with any woman will be the reason that will make me go over and above to make sure that I keep the spark alive(call it puppy love lasting a lifetime but isn’t that the best kind).Living a normal relationship-where’s the fun in it???The fact that i do not want to attain completion at what i do at work will be the reason why i will never be content with my accomplishments and my goals will rise exponentially.

Completion is not complete in itself,It is a measure of the littlest of little things summed up together giving a meaning to you.It is a fact that when you look back at things you accomplished overtime, you cannot help but wonder how much more you could have added to it. That feeling of completion at that particular time is a sense of being incomplete at a time when times are talked of in retrospect.

The feeling of being complete breeds the want of being more complete which in itself is a testimony to incompletion, it is thus this feeling of incomplete completion that defines the basis of our lives.

In the end ask not what completion will bring for you, ask what its absence will make you do.