"YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND NOW; BUT THERE WILL COME A TIME WHEN YOU WILL !!!"
I really did not when Mom and Dad repeated this for the zillionth time as I grew up under their watchful eyes. Seems like the time has come and reality as it occurs to me now 'reality really bites'.
I worked from home today; trying hard to complete my tasks so that I could be with Yash as he underwent surgery. My work appeared as an obstacle; I could not be there where I felt I needed to be. Guess I am waking up to yet another sight where things are no longer served on a platter. You can't get everything you want, as you want, when you want. As I kid I was always shielded from this 'reality'; my parents understood this and protected me from getting hit as much as they could. And I owe more than my life to them for that beautful childhood. Away from home, away from them, I am lost, scared now.
As a kid I guess, my biggest mistake was to have nurtured the illusion - 'When I grow older, I will run things my way.' Little did I realize then, that then was when I really did run things my way. All it took was - cacophony of my crying and a few tears to get to what I wanted. Now I crawl up in a corner and allow them to flow away with the shower, easily escaping the count. Five minutes back, it dawned on me that I cried not only for the time thats gone by - the days when I could imagine about the perfect peaceful world and not get an inch closer to reality; more so for the blows pa and ma took to provide for me and the rest of my family. I am not sure if I can ever display such courage of surviving in this world.
I figured we have limited vision when we look straight. You get in control when you rise above the plane; with a bird's eye view. I have no clue where I am heading. Quarter life crisis - interesting term they found for the state of this confusion too - what am i earning? is it enough ? will it be enough ? do I wanna study futher ? do I wanna get married ? should I be religious ? I dont even have the slightest cue of whether this is exactly why i am pissed off. My intellectual mind is giving me a hint - may be its that sickening email from some crazy asshole who is threatning to withold our increment/promotion letters. What do I do - lill' kid can't run to papa and cry; can't throw tantrums anymore. So who is gonna protect the kid now ? The show that ran for past 25 years suddenly has reached an end; and the kid is all guesses - What's my role now? Having said that I realize my problems are not the worst in this world and thinking of that makes me feel even more guilty - for having felt guilty in the first place over what someone more miserable has the right to say - 'hardly a thing to worry about'.
Feeling the misery, that I did over the past few hours, when I was scared, a thought crossed my mind - Moksha! May be thats the ultimate goal of life. If it really is then its the BEST SADIST game ever invented. For that one moment I felt I understood why one would want Moksha - to get off; to escape this miserable cycle of birth and death. For sometime now I have seen my self change from an atheist to an agnostic and now to someone who is even losing that ground of defence because he can't find absolutely no logic that explains it all - Life ? So I seek shelter now, willing to open my eyes to religion, wanting to learn to escape. And then when I try to work things out, I am forced to feel guilt for having surrendered to the pleasures of senses.
The other thought that crossed my mind was this - god and alcohol - one and the same. They are both a path to attainment of bliss. Yeah one may be for the real while the other is only ephemeral. Yet both offer me a way to get rid of all my worries, my frustrations and heighten me to the state where I can be carefree, dance and sing and experience joy.
Am I feeling any better now - as my post nears its end, as I have no more words to scribble? Yeah I could only consider my current state of mind as Yash's - as an affect of being under the influence of anaesthesia for as long as I can until I feel excruciating pain; until reality bites - again... and then again... endlessly.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Thick Dark Clouds... Move Away Ever So Slowly. Hang on !
I get in to work as usual and DJ pops in a 'Congrats' over the Communicator. and then it hit me - I completed 3 years as a Software Engineer last week. As a day it marks the anniversary to casually get back to ppl from your batch and pass on the 'congrats' note and be nostalgic about the 'great' time spent during the training. But there is a ballooning question growing every single day i think about it - 'Where am i Heading?' No answers yet. No knock knock on the doors.
In spurts of excitement every now 'n' then I tap in a few keys on the board to folks long forgotten over gChat and everytime I wake up from these long hibernation periods I am pleasantly surprised... to know everybody is doing so 'different' from what i am doing. Over the last few days I did a remote handshake with Polly, Thauseef, Jayshree and Akshay.
Polly has taken to Photography (she was always a brilliant artist making my maps in history classes); her elder brother is a Fashion Designer; the last I heard about him years ago - he was in Paris; her younger brother Somdev is growing as a Tennis champion, currently play8ing and studying here in the US.
I met Thauseef after an unknown period of time (running into several years) couple weeks back in Harrisson, NJ. The innocent looking funny guy with spectacles, otherwise teased as 'Underwear bhai' in his circle of friends', has indeed groomed himself into, as he puts it, 'Ultra-aware' Bhai. Dude has turned into a master writer and I've turned a patron of his poetry passing on the link to his blogs to as many ppl as i can.
Jayshree has finally reached the point of putting down her papers at Google and take a U-turn from doing dumb job-work to plunging into the Publishing industry. I just learnt that she loves animals from her new blog.
A chance hovering of my mouse over Akshay's profile in gchat revealed that dude is also into poems. His poems are different from most others I have read. I haven't read a lot of them to express a clear opinion but the immediate feel I got was - his poems are a revelation of his depth of thought.
And then there are others as well - Sanjay into Visual designing, Sarvesh, Nishanth taking their family business to newer heights, Jayanth finally doing his MBA in Singapore, Abhishek working @ Texas Instruments, the list can go on endlessly.
When I see them, hear about them I am happy for one simple reason - they are doing things they've always loved doing. The unemotional situation at my end being - 'I am still not sure what am I looking for.' Unemotional - because I always loved everything related to 'logic' from the time I learnt of its meaning from Jayanth, back in 11th standard, walking towards the school gates carrying in my hands my Computer Science paper in which I had failed for the third time. But it does not feel 'right', somehow...
In the past three years, I can only recall a handful of days where I felt 'real excitement'. I've been developing software for the past 3 years and even while I hate to admit I cannot resist confessing that 'I don't have my basics right.'. May be that's some reason for joy, cos I know what I don't know. And I am hoping that by the time I bridge this gap, and have what I have then, I will know if thats' what I wanted.
The corporate setup within which my art sells sometimes takes away all 'logical' excitement. It is replaced by a different excitement, if it excites - 'working' with ppl to 'create' the software. As I continue to notice around me - its one of the most challenging tasks I've come across in these past 3 years. You are no longer the sole owner of what you do. Its not the same as me drawing Pencil Sketches; creating hand-made frames or developing a slick 'C' code sipping at my coffee in my study. It appears to me that more than the skills to develop clean code; u need 'knack' to make a team 'work'. My own experience working in 'Teams' have been nightmarish for most part. Did I learn that if the word 'TEAM' were to be an Acronym then 'T' would stand for 'Tolerance' - Yes. Do I enjoy it - NO. Reason ? I hate the idea of compromise. Learning to know compromise as a vital tool is good, but livin with it does not seem to be my cup of tea yet.
Its a long road ahead and ironically the bright light of the achivements of such ppls becomes blinding for me sometimes. I am only being honest here. However, amidst these thick dark clouds, my instinct tells me there is light waiting to tear the darkness apart, only I can't see it just yet. The feeling is growing only stonger everyday that - I too will find 'my' way, just as everyone, just as anyone. That will be the rainbow after the storm. :o)
In spurts of excitement every now 'n' then I tap in a few keys on the board to folks long forgotten over gChat and everytime I wake up from these long hibernation periods I am pleasantly surprised... to know everybody is doing so 'different' from what i am doing. Over the last few days I did a remote handshake with Polly, Thauseef, Jayshree and Akshay.
Polly has taken to Photography (she was always a brilliant artist making my maps in history classes); her elder brother is a Fashion Designer; the last I heard about him years ago - he was in Paris; her younger brother Somdev is growing as a Tennis champion, currently play8ing and studying here in the US.
I met Thauseef after an unknown period of time (running into several years) couple weeks back in Harrisson, NJ. The innocent looking funny guy with spectacles, otherwise teased as 'Underwear bhai' in his circle of friends', has indeed groomed himself into, as he puts it, 'Ultra-aware' Bhai. Dude has turned into a master writer and I've turned a patron of his poetry passing on the link to his blogs to as many ppl as i can.
Jayshree has finally reached the point of putting down her papers at Google and take a U-turn from doing dumb job-work to plunging into the Publishing industry. I just learnt that she loves animals from her new blog.
A chance hovering of my mouse over Akshay's profile in gchat revealed that dude is also into poems. His poems are different from most others I have read. I haven't read a lot of them to express a clear opinion but the immediate feel I got was - his poems are a revelation of his depth of thought.
And then there are others as well - Sanjay into Visual designing, Sarvesh, Nishanth taking their family business to newer heights, Jayanth finally doing his MBA in Singapore, Abhishek working @ Texas Instruments, the list can go on endlessly.
When I see them, hear about them I am happy for one simple reason - they are doing things they've always loved doing. The unemotional situation at my end being - 'I am still not sure what am I looking for.' Unemotional - because I always loved everything related to 'logic' from the time I learnt of its meaning from Jayanth, back in 11th standard, walking towards the school gates carrying in my hands my Computer Science paper in which I had failed for the third time. But it does not feel 'right', somehow...
In the past three years, I can only recall a handful of days where I felt 'real excitement'. I've been developing software for the past 3 years and even while I hate to admit I cannot resist confessing that 'I don't have my basics right.'. May be that's some reason for joy, cos I know what I don't know. And I am hoping that by the time I bridge this gap, and have what I have then, I will know if thats' what I wanted.
The corporate setup within which my art sells sometimes takes away all 'logical' excitement. It is replaced by a different excitement, if it excites - 'working' with ppl to 'create' the software. As I continue to notice around me - its one of the most challenging tasks I've come across in these past 3 years. You are no longer the sole owner of what you do. Its not the same as me drawing Pencil Sketches; creating hand-made frames or developing a slick 'C' code sipping at my coffee in my study. It appears to me that more than the skills to develop clean code; u need 'knack' to make a team 'work'. My own experience working in 'Teams' have been nightmarish for most part. Did I learn that if the word 'TEAM' were to be an Acronym then 'T' would stand for 'Tolerance' - Yes. Do I enjoy it - NO. Reason ? I hate the idea of compromise. Learning to know compromise as a vital tool is good, but livin with it does not seem to be my cup of tea yet.
Its a long road ahead and ironically the bright light of the achivements of such ppls becomes blinding for me sometimes. I am only being honest here. However, amidst these thick dark clouds, my instinct tells me there is light waiting to tear the darkness apart, only I can't see it just yet. The feeling is growing only stonger everyday that - I too will find 'my' way, just as everyone, just as anyone. That will be the rainbow after the storm. :o)
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Welcome to the SOC?AL
Vrrr... Vrrrr.... Vrrrrrr.... Vrrrrrroooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmm....
Life could zip by you even before you get the faintest clue.
What exactly do I mean by that?? Well just expressing how fast things can change around you. A friend of mine once told me... whether life moves fast or slow, its all relative (to how fast you move)!! For an introvert, the change can be overwhelming !
We were taught in school - 'Mans a social animal'. Doesn't matter if you think ur an introvert, u'd still need someone around him; you just can't be alone, cos its just not possible. This is best expressed by Tom Hank's attempts to get back to the city in movie 'Cast Away'. Everyone of us will have their mood swings, will wanna be alone, but after that whaT? The idea sunk in only this early.
Theres a myriad of ways to connect - blogs, social networking sites, chat messengers, mobiles, SMSs, emails - tools to save you building the boat to get back to the mainland. You never know you might find something to hang to for a brief moment in time. Its only a matter of 'when' you sense that and 'want' to go back.
We returned this morning - Toffee and I, after a night out in the streets of New york - the city of people. As you walk those streets, watch people around you - some laughing, some just having a fag, some indulging in puppy love while others goin crazy, some lost, some mouthing obscenities, some just wanting to achieve a straight walk or talk, whichever.. whatever.
You'd think - 'these are all real people... all of them...'
The first pub we visited, [which by the way was Toffee's idea of showcasing his cheap skates - $10 for 5 shots of any alcohol ;o)], I saw this man head-banging, the pair of men women exchange, occasional dancing to the sound of beating music, a deafeningly noisy floor jam packed with ppl. Another pub we wnt to had karaoke and boy it was fun watching them sing and dance. Toffee too did a number 'Common baby light my fire' by 'tHe dOOrs' which, by btw I think, was better than most others. and then...
the thought continues - 'people... all these people that are out here... are here just to steal some moments off of their 'everyday lives' and have a good time and be 'happy' while the night lasts.' - a single thread seemed to run through all.
I have an interesting thought around why world preached - 'say no to alcohol' - its a conspiracy - it doesn't wanna hear the truth, and thats all you get - just plain and simple (and sometimes HARD) truth when you hold that glass. I wondered what my reasons were to take on to alcohol - guess its was frustration and anger from work last year. Sometime from now, I might think of its as an excuse to spend a good time with ppl. I still have to be pulled into joining the rest of them though.
If you ever thought as I did, you'd think we all have 2 personalities at least - one what the world sees us as, and the other is what you know about yourself. All these days, I've worked to gel these 2 personalities. I am on the verge of taking a U-Turn here. May be theres a reason why I thought the way I thought of the 2 personalities. Sometimes, maybe its just better to forget your self... for just a little while... lighten up and greet the world with your arms wide open, embrace the love that you get in these tiny packets of time while you can. You may not find the perfect 'true happiness' but you'll realize you were not sad either and that those moments were indeed moments of happiness.
Rahul, Welcome to the SoC?aL !
Life could zip by you even before you get the faintest clue.
What exactly do I mean by that?? Well just expressing how fast things can change around you. A friend of mine once told me... whether life moves fast or slow, its all relative (to how fast you move)!! For an introvert, the change can be overwhelming !
We were taught in school - 'Mans a social animal'. Doesn't matter if you think ur an introvert, u'd still need someone around him; you just can't be alone, cos its just not possible. This is best expressed by Tom Hank's attempts to get back to the city in movie 'Cast Away'. Everyone of us will have their mood swings, will wanna be alone, but after that whaT? The idea sunk in only this early.
Theres a myriad of ways to connect - blogs, social networking sites, chat messengers, mobiles, SMSs, emails - tools to save you building the boat to get back to the mainland. You never know you might find something to hang to for a brief moment in time. Its only a matter of 'when' you sense that and 'want' to go back.
We returned this morning - Toffee and I, after a night out in the streets of New york - the city of people. As you walk those streets, watch people around you - some laughing, some just having a fag, some indulging in puppy love while others goin crazy, some lost, some mouthing obscenities, some just wanting to achieve a straight walk or talk, whichever.. whatever.
You'd think - 'these are all real people... all of them...'
The first pub we visited, [which by the way was Toffee's idea of showcasing his cheap skates - $10 for 5 shots of any alcohol ;o)], I saw this man head-banging, the pair of men women exchange, occasional dancing to the sound of beating music, a deafeningly noisy floor jam packed with ppl. Another pub we wnt to had karaoke and boy it was fun watching them sing and dance. Toffee too did a number 'Common baby light my fire' by 'tHe dOOrs' which, by btw I think, was better than most others. and then...
the thought continues - 'people... all these people that are out here... are here just to steal some moments off of their 'everyday lives' and have a good time and be 'happy' while the night lasts.' - a single thread seemed to run through all.
I have an interesting thought around why world preached - 'say no to alcohol' - its a conspiracy - it doesn't wanna hear the truth, and thats all you get - just plain and simple (and sometimes HARD) truth when you hold that glass. I wondered what my reasons were to take on to alcohol - guess its was frustration and anger from work last year. Sometime from now, I might think of its as an excuse to spend a good time with ppl. I still have to be pulled into joining the rest of them though.
If you ever thought as I did, you'd think we all have 2 personalities at least - one what the world sees us as, and the other is what you know about yourself. All these days, I've worked to gel these 2 personalities. I am on the verge of taking a U-Turn here. May be theres a reason why I thought the way I thought of the 2 personalities. Sometimes, maybe its just better to forget your self... for just a little while... lighten up and greet the world with your arms wide open, embrace the love that you get in these tiny packets of time while you can. You may not find the perfect 'true happiness' but you'll realize you were not sad either and that those moments were indeed moments of happiness.
Rahul, Welcome to the SoC?aL !
Friday, May 02, 2008
Demands of an AgoraSocioPhobic
Before I can put together this blog, I have to search for a word that describes my condition when having dinner in a restaurant with a group of 11 folks who live in my neighbourhood.
Not bad, it did not take me long to find a word. Bad news is - it ain't a complete match - Sociophobic - fear of society or socializing? May be but my guess is not always.
Flashback...
3 45 . 4 5 6 4 4 2 4 5 4 634 2 . 3 5 4 52 . 4354 3 4 24 3 5 3 24 3 5 4 5 343 5 4 53 ~ 4 3 46 43 5 4 6 . 34 3 543 . 4 3 25 4 5 3 4 3 5 45 3 5 4 63435 3 4 3 53 5 6 4 5 6 545 3 4 3 5 44 34 5 4 6 4 5 4 3 5 6 . 324 5 878 6 5 . 5378 8 9 8 65 554 3 4 345 3 4 53 5 | 4 5 43 3 5 53 55 53 5353 54 53 54 2 5 698 8 7 44 324 5 5 8 785 4 3 43 21 5 66 58 5 45 42 4 5 65 73 4 5 34 5 3 4 5 4 5 4 535 3 4 5 5 6 8 . 543 2 3 6 7 89 6 5 4 4325 6 7 7 6 52 4 5 8 6 5 4 2 3 4 865 43 2 3 4 4 6 798 7 3 4 . 34 56 97 0 6 6 54 2 5 6 5 60 7 6 5 3 2 78 6 5 5 2 3 87 62 3 55 355 35 2234 12 5 1 78 00 21 55 34 7 2 5 2
[wondering what those numbers mean ??? - trying my luck with the Matrix approach. Nah, ain;t drunk yet, still waiting for folks to join the party]
I've had a notorious history of being incapable of making any decisions, selections, choices etc When my family went out to shop, I would be the only kid who would not have purchased anything - unable to decide what to buy - either what I liked seemed to be outrageously expensive to me or nothing in the racks ever deserved to catch my attention. It might sound trivial, but for me it wasn't. I started despising the thought of shopping; dreading another embarrassing episode in the shopping store. The most recent episode that I can recall is 3 years back, when I was shopping before my deputation to Vashi. I could not zero in on a pair of shoes for over 2 months. I had practically roamed any and every shop selling shoes in Chennai but simply could not buy a single pair from the hundreds I must have seen. Now don't imagine I haven't secured one till date. I did... and I had written a blog about it then My search for the Perfect One end . I still have that very pair of shoes.
People who have come across me, will know me to be 'extremely' demanding if that's the best superlative they can find. I guess we all have a 'taste', but I seem to have a 'richer' one. It would be unlike me to settle for something 'I' consider mediocre. Maybe thats' how I've grown up - saddened by the fact that my elder brother got all attention, I crawled up in my own shell; took to hobbies which weren't the usual male things - sketching, cooking, arts and crafts etc. These activites require a lot of detailing. I guess, I was trying to liberate myself from the constant comparison between me and my brother by every damn soul around me; maybe this was the way the little me chose to get attention. After 24 years, I can only say, "I am conditioned to behave the way I behave. This is me."
Another behaviour I tend to showcase, which people can testify to is - "I get saturated with just about anything very early." Again, I tend to 'realize' the monotonousness of any activity much faster than most other individuals. Once I reach that point, I have to have something new, something different, else I get restless. I used to hate myself for being the way I was and having to hear people complain about me was pathetic. Life away from home in the past three years and meeting so many different kinds of people had brought me closer to my 'self'. Now I have got 'saturated' with all the embarrassment and self-kill... now I don't really care... You can call it ignorance... but I choose to say:
"t h a t 's h o w I r e a l l y a m !!!"
Would you rather call me a sociopath, self-centered guy? I guess, it does not worry me now. If you knew the me about 15 years back, you'd know me to be the most talkative child in my entire family. I would talk to just about anyone. I still love to talk. The difference is I wouldn't open up to just about anyone. Its like shopping, you know what to look for in the wheres only after a series of [its not here]s - because you learn with every mistake. Sames the case with me, guess I got saturated of meeting the wrong people and naturally learnt to be careful and selective in whom I choose to share my thoughts, feelings - happy/sad with.
Taking a pick of some of the recent event since yesterday:
1. Going out to dine with a huge gang - Hated it
2. Have the same people over at home to drink with - Liked it
3. Go to Space Center NASA with a gang - Will Hate it
4. Go to a beach house with the same gang - May Like it
I know how 'I' will respond to events such as these. I 'hate' being pulled up in a gang, with all the sweet talk that I should join em.. blah.. blah. I could be misunderstood very easily here. I know and understand ppl care that's why they bother to ask. But there are 2 things to consider - 1. I feel suffocation in places I don't like to be 2. I would rather be happy if ppl knew how I felt in #1. See... thats' me - demanding.
Googling for my word all this time.... Hey I think they have a word - Agoraphobic - fear of places?? But is that the word? Nah... I think it ought to be AgoraSocioPhobic. You tell me !
Not bad, it did not take me long to find a word. Bad news is - it ain't a complete match - Sociophobic - fear of society or socializing? May be but my guess is not always.
Flashback...
3 45 . 4 5 6 4 4 2 4 5 4 634 2 . 3 5 4 52 . 4354 3 4 24 3 5 3 24 3 5 4 5 343 5 4 53 ~ 4 3 46 43 5 4 6 . 34 3 543 . 4 3 25 4 5 3 4 3 5 45 3 5 4 63435 3 4 3 53 5 6 4 5 6 545 3 4 3 5 44 34 5 4 6 4 5 4 3 5 6 . 324 5 878 6 5 . 5378 8 9 8 65 554 3 4 345 3 4 53 5 | 4 5 43 3 5 53 55 53 5353 54 53 54 2 5 698 8 7 44 324 5 5 8 785 4 3 43 21 5 66 58 5 45 42 4 5 65 73 4 5 34 5 3 4 5 4 5 4 535 3 4 5 5 6 8 . 543 2 3 6 7 89 6 5 4 4325 6 7 7 6 52 4 5 8 6 5 4 2 3 4 865 43 2 3 4 4 6 798 7 3 4 . 34 56 97 0 6 6 54 2 5 6 5 60 7 6 5 3 2 78 6 5 5 2 3 87 62 3 55 355 35 2234 12 5 1 78 00 21 55 34 7 2 5 2
[wondering what those numbers mean ??? - trying my luck with the Matrix approach. Nah, ain;t drunk yet, still waiting for folks to join the party]
I've had a notorious history of being incapable of making any decisions, selections, choices etc When my family went out to shop, I would be the only kid who would not have purchased anything - unable to decide what to buy - either what I liked seemed to be outrageously expensive to me or nothing in the racks ever deserved to catch my attention. It might sound trivial, but for me it wasn't. I started despising the thought of shopping; dreading another embarrassing episode in the shopping store. The most recent episode that I can recall is 3 years back, when I was shopping before my deputation to Vashi. I could not zero in on a pair of shoes for over 2 months. I had practically roamed any and every shop selling shoes in Chennai but simply could not buy a single pair from the hundreds I must have seen. Now don't imagine I haven't secured one till date. I did... and I had written a blog about it then My search for the Perfect One end . I still have that very pair of shoes.
People who have come across me, will know me to be 'extremely' demanding if that's the best superlative they can find. I guess we all have a 'taste', but I seem to have a 'richer' one. It would be unlike me to settle for something 'I' consider mediocre. Maybe thats' how I've grown up - saddened by the fact that my elder brother got all attention, I crawled up in my own shell; took to hobbies which weren't the usual male things - sketching, cooking, arts and crafts etc. These activites require a lot of detailing. I guess, I was trying to liberate myself from the constant comparison between me and my brother by every damn soul around me; maybe this was the way the little me chose to get attention. After 24 years, I can only say, "I am conditioned to behave the way I behave. This is me."
Another behaviour I tend to showcase, which people can testify to is - "I get saturated with just about anything very early." Again, I tend to 'realize' the monotonousness of any activity much faster than most other individuals. Once I reach that point, I have to have something new, something different, else I get restless. I used to hate myself for being the way I was and having to hear people complain about me was pathetic. Life away from home in the past three years and meeting so many different kinds of people had brought me closer to my 'self'. Now I have got 'saturated' with all the embarrassment and self-kill... now I don't really care... You can call it ignorance... but I choose to say:
Would you rather call me a sociopath, self-centered guy? I guess, it does not worry me now. If you knew the me about 15 years back, you'd know me to be the most talkative child in my entire family. I would talk to just about anyone. I still love to talk. The difference is I wouldn't open up to just about anyone. Its like shopping, you know what to look for in the wheres only after a series of [its not here]s - because you learn with every mistake. Sames the case with me, guess I got saturated of meeting the wrong people and naturally learnt to be careful and selective in whom I choose to share my thoughts, feelings - happy/sad with.
Taking a pick of some of the recent event since yesterday:
1. Going out to dine with a huge gang - Hated it
2. Have the same people over at home to drink with - Liked it
3. Go to Space Center NASA with a gang - Will Hate it
4. Go to a beach house with the same gang - May Like it
I know how 'I' will respond to events such as these. I 'hate' being pulled up in a gang, with all the sweet talk that I should join em.. blah.. blah. I could be misunderstood very easily here. I know and understand ppl care that's why they bother to ask. But there are 2 things to consider - 1. I feel suffocation in places I don't like to be 2. I would rather be happy if ppl knew how I felt in #1. See... thats' me - demanding.
Googling for my word all this time.... Hey I think they have a word - Agoraphobic - fear of places?? But is that the word? Nah... I think it ought to be AgoraSocioPhobic. You tell me !
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Mumbai Calling - End of Days (Day 3)
Good Morniinnng Mumbaaaaiiiiiii !!!!
I wake up to loads of bright sunlight on the morning of my last Day in Mumbai. I lay there not willing to move and hoping that time too would join me. As I try to convince myself that 'yes, its the last day indeed', Sajal miaan walks in cup of hot tea. 'Kya baat hai', I say and savor the desi chai finding it good; surprised that it was beyond my expectations from Sajal (in kitchen that is).
Fastforwarding all the freshening up and getting ready part, Sajal and I decided to meet Supriya at the gates of FAM Society at about 10.00 AM. And then there is a change in plan, I wanted to meet Nishant (aka bhrathashri, guruji) so we hire a rickshaw and go to Teen Tanki. As usual I am late, but Nishant was there, with his lill daughter, waiting to receive us. I had met Nishant the past year I was in Vashi. What started as a joke of speaking shudh Hindi and I using terms such as - Pranam (hello), Shubh Ratri(good night) and Bhrathashri (elder brother), I have come to look up to Nishant as elder brother indeed. We had spent a good amount of time over innumerable cups of some great elachi chai then (past year). He seemed no different from the last time I had met him. We walked to his home and spent some time with his family. As it occurred that Supriya must be waiting for us, we shoot for FAM society.
It was time for Mumbai darshan now. The threesome us, then went to the Vashi railway station. To our dismay, the local train wasn't in service for the next 4 odd hours; we move to the Vashi depot. Then again the bus would take a lot of time so we decide to go in for the next best means of travel - Taxi ! We walk to the closest taxi stand. There was a bit of confusion in that the taxi's weren't at the actual taxi stand but on the lane opposite to it. The sum of the distance we had walked was on the rise. Nevertheless, we were on our way to the city of Mumbai.
Sajal - showing us the way
with mummiiiieee
It was about lunch time so folks decided to have lunch before looking around. Supriya, who was literally managing the trip, got the directions to this highly recommended restaurant - 'Tawa'. The scene at this restaurant cannot be skipped. We indulged in some chit chat while the food arrived. The heat had left our throats dry so we ordered some Lassi to quench our thirst. I was stunned to find the Lassi bearing a string taste of Garlic. At first I thought may it was just me. But then when I saw the same puzzled look on Sajal's face, I knew something was terribly wrong with the drink. The drink eventually got replaced but to my shock the waiter very coolly explains that the mixie which had been used to blend the Lassi was recently used to grind some garlic and the chef had forgotten to clean it. Mann !! I hated this mans guts. Nevertheless, we were certain that the main course would be mmm... delicious food to feast on, since it Supriya's friend had highly recommended this place. OK!! The food arrives - Fried Rice, which I can say almost certainly - dipped in oil before leaving the kitchen; Manchurian balls made perfect to bear the taste of something burnt. Mannnn, I knew what was on fire - my head; not over the chef but this dear friend of Supriya's, who happened to drop by in the same restaurant. Any guesses??? Salonnee!! She came by to surprise me. After the food, I could not deny; could I? Perfect lunch for a nearly perfect day.
Sajal - Before placing the order
After the 'feast'
Out of the restaurant we go to hire a rickshaw to 'Bandstand'. Salonee and I in one while we allowed Sajal and Supriya to find some time together (hahaha... ironical??). Salonee looked 'even more' sweet in the green kurta and straighented hair, unrestrained, blowing in the breeze as though they were dancing about her. I wanted to capture the moment and... No. I could not. How could I when I had left my batteries to charge in the restaurant we had so desprately left 10 mins back? About Turn to the rickshaw. Thinking of it now, I am glad that it bought me some more time, which I knew then, I needed. Though not long enough - the time to take that 360 degree deviation, sometimes u learn about somethings about ppl in just a few moments. And I did too that day.
We reached Bandstand aka Rock Beach (aka 'Couples' paradise', where I guess they shot the infamous - "Lage Raho" Alpenlibe ad). The water had receeded, exposing the coral reef. The algae cover made walking on the terrain a challenge. We, however, managed to make it to a point where we were inches away from the water. Time for foto shoot session ;o)
Liquid Gold
Shine on em'
Back to the main road, folks educate me about the fact that we were eating 'bhutta' (sweet corns) standing right outside - SRK's home. Phew!!
SRK's home in the background
I did not know that it was the last I saw of Salonnee until got ready to leave for Juhu-Chupati. I did not have the batteries earlier, but I was still leaving with an image of her in 'my camera'.
Swishhhhhhhh... Walking on the sands of Chaupati, the constant thought that bothered me was that every step I was being drawn away from here. I knew I 'had to' write this blog and it would a challenge to pen down moments of pure silence and all that happens between ppl when words aren't spoken. So, taking the easier route, I decided to fill it with a few moments - drinking 'Narial' (coconut water), sipping on Gola followed by 'garama-garam' chai - an insane mix of drinks in haf hours time ;o). Papa calls me up inquiring about where I was, reminding me of the flight's time. and it was this knowledge I was trying so hard to be ignorant about. Sajal, probably understood when he comforted me telling that I'd be over with it in bout a weeks time. The sunlight was fading; I knew - the sun was dying at the horizon and so was my hope to beat time. In a last attempt to do so, I called up dad and brought 15 mins of time. Now I had the time but no heart to let it pass yet again. We clicked some of the best pics, capturing life on busy Mumbai's busy beach busttlin with ppl, in those moments. Nothing could be spoken. Even after all that liquid, my throat went dry.
Beach busttling with life
Sajal - standing tall
Supriya - happyness knows no bounds
Rahul - Tired and Proud
Teaming with Life...
We jump into a rickshaw and move towards the airport. I committed felony - I expressed my gratitude to both Sajal and Supriya for everything they've been to me, for the beautiful relationship that transcended work. Felony - because thats what Sajal would have termed it. I guess can say I read him now.
I got dropped off at the airport.
That night was probably the longest in the days to come. All day long I wanted to save sands of time in my fist and now I craved for a storm to blow it away and take me along. My heart felt heavy; eyes wet. So I closed them. I wished that when I opened them, it was over. But it did not. Yet another example of the relativity of time and speed. That night was the End of Days in Mumbai; not of the Time.
I wake up to loads of bright sunlight on the morning of my last Day in Mumbai. I lay there not willing to move and hoping that time too would join me. As I try to convince myself that 'yes, its the last day indeed', Sajal miaan walks in cup of hot tea. 'Kya baat hai', I say and savor the desi chai finding it good; surprised that it was beyond my expectations from Sajal (in kitchen that is).
Fastforwarding all the freshening up and getting ready part, Sajal and I decided to meet Supriya at the gates of FAM Society at about 10.00 AM. And then there is a change in plan, I wanted to meet Nishant (aka bhrathashri, guruji) so we hire a rickshaw and go to Teen Tanki. As usual I am late, but Nishant was there, with his lill daughter, waiting to receive us. I had met Nishant the past year I was in Vashi. What started as a joke of speaking shudh Hindi and I using terms such as - Pranam (hello), Shubh Ratri(good night) and Bhrathashri (elder brother), I have come to look up to Nishant as elder brother indeed. We had spent a good amount of time over innumerable cups of some great elachi chai then (past year). He seemed no different from the last time I had met him. We walked to his home and spent some time with his family. As it occurred that Supriya must be waiting for us, we shoot for FAM society.
It was time for Mumbai darshan now. The threesome us, then went to the Vashi railway station. To our dismay, the local train wasn't in service for the next 4 odd hours; we move to the Vashi depot. Then again the bus would take a lot of time so we decide to go in for the next best means of travel - Taxi ! We walk to the closest taxi stand. There was a bit of confusion in that the taxi's weren't at the actual taxi stand but on the lane opposite to it. The sum of the distance we had walked was on the rise. Nevertheless, we were on our way to the city of Mumbai.
It was about lunch time so folks decided to have lunch before looking around. Supriya, who was literally managing the trip, got the directions to this highly recommended restaurant - 'Tawa'. The scene at this restaurant cannot be skipped. We indulged in some chit chat while the food arrived. The heat had left our throats dry so we ordered some Lassi to quench our thirst. I was stunned to find the Lassi bearing a string taste of Garlic. At first I thought may it was just me. But then when I saw the same puzzled look on Sajal's face, I knew something was terribly wrong with the drink. The drink eventually got replaced but to my shock the waiter very coolly explains that the mixie which had been used to blend the Lassi was recently used to grind some garlic and the chef had forgotten to clean it. Mann !! I hated this mans guts. Nevertheless, we were certain that the main course would be mmm... delicious food to feast on, since it Supriya's friend had highly recommended this place. OK!! The food arrives - Fried Rice, which I can say almost certainly - dipped in oil before leaving the kitchen; Manchurian balls made perfect to bear the taste of something burnt. Mannnn, I knew what was on fire - my head; not over the chef but this dear friend of Supriya's, who happened to drop by in the same restaurant. Any guesses??? Salonnee!! She came by to surprise me. After the food, I could not deny; could I? Perfect lunch for a nearly perfect day.
Out of the restaurant we go to hire a rickshaw to 'Bandstand'. Salonee and I in one while we allowed Sajal and Supriya to find some time together (hahaha... ironical??). Salonee looked 'even more' sweet in the green kurta and straighented hair, unrestrained, blowing in the breeze as though they were dancing about her. I wanted to capture the moment and... No. I could not. How could I when I had left my batteries to charge in the restaurant we had so desprately left 10 mins back? About Turn to the rickshaw. Thinking of it now, I am glad that it bought me some more time, which I knew then, I needed. Though not long enough - the time to take that 360 degree deviation, sometimes u learn about somethings about ppl in just a few moments. And I did too that day.
We reached Bandstand aka Rock Beach (aka 'Couples' paradise', where I guess they shot the infamous - "Lage Raho" Alpenlibe ad). The water had receeded, exposing the coral reef. The algae cover made walking on the terrain a challenge. We, however, managed to make it to a point where we were inches away from the water. Time for foto shoot session ;o)
Back to the main road, folks educate me about the fact that we were eating 'bhutta' (sweet corns) standing right outside - SRK's home. Phew!!
I did not know that it was the last I saw of Salonnee until got ready to leave for Juhu-Chupati. I did not have the batteries earlier, but I was still leaving with an image of her in 'my camera'.
Swishhhhhhhh... Walking on the sands of Chaupati, the constant thought that bothered me was that every step I was being drawn away from here. I knew I 'had to' write this blog and it would a challenge to pen down moments of pure silence and all that happens between ppl when words aren't spoken. So, taking the easier route, I decided to fill it with a few moments - drinking 'Narial' (coconut water), sipping on Gola followed by 'garama-garam' chai - an insane mix of drinks in haf hours time ;o). Papa calls me up inquiring about where I was, reminding me of the flight's time. and it was this knowledge I was trying so hard to be ignorant about. Sajal, probably understood when he comforted me telling that I'd be over with it in bout a weeks time. The sunlight was fading; I knew - the sun was dying at the horizon and so was my hope to beat time. In a last attempt to do so, I called up dad and brought 15 mins of time. Now I had the time but no heart to let it pass yet again. We clicked some of the best pics, capturing life on busy Mumbai's busy beach busttlin with ppl, in those moments. Nothing could be spoken. Even after all that liquid, my throat went dry.
We jump into a rickshaw and move towards the airport. I committed felony - I expressed my gratitude to both Sajal and Supriya for everything they've been to me, for the beautiful relationship that transcended work. Felony - because thats what Sajal would have termed it. I guess can say I read him now.
I got dropped off at the airport.
That night was probably the longest in the days to come. All day long I wanted to save sands of time in my fist and now I craved for a storm to blow it away and take me along. My heart felt heavy; eyes wet. So I closed them. I wished that when I opened them, it was over. But it did not. Yet another example of the relativity of time and speed. That night was the End of Days in Mumbai; not of the Time.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Mumbai Calling - Day 2
As I stood there, recollecting the exclamation - "its morning already!!??' it occurred to me that yesterday had passed.
Sajal went about his work, while I toyed with the Milk Bikis and sipped the hot masala Chai. We regrouped after a lill' while to watch the games begin, some of which were coordinated by Salonee, who had turned almost a zombie by now. After a bit of chit chatting about the previous night's 'items', Sajal and I walked to the indoor games room; Table Tennis (or Ping Pong [American lingo]) ruled the house. It is hard to think that you could match the calibre of those who were smashing their way to victory. but, yeah we did get an oppurtunity to showcase our skills as well... lol.. I was playig after more than 2 years and Sajal was a beginner. But we did well, and even before we realized, we were sloshed in our sweat. I fared pretty good despite the 2 years gap, but I was more than happy to see Sajal's instant passion for the game. I say that because, everytime we finished a game and walked out, we chatted for a bit, and we would ourselves walking back to the club. This guy was addicted !
That was how most of the day passed. By the end of it we were so damn tired that it wasn't possible to deceive sleep anymore (why ?? see Mumbai Calling ). After lunch we decided to take a nap.
Theres one part, the exact timing of which I can't remember quite - before or after lunch? We met this person from the Pune divison (who was playing TT with us earlier), near the lunch spot. While he shared the same pain as most s/w enggs., his humour and sarcasm amazed me; a real cool guy. I hate to have forgotten his name, but I do recall that he sang us all a very melodious song and the spot had, for an instant, transformed into a 'mehfil'. Was fun meeting that group of his.
We might have played a game or two more of TT, before the group started to pack their bags. The picnic was over and it was time to leave for Mumbai ! Sajal decided to be seated next to 'Nainsukh'. It was kinda boring to be seated alone but I managed to pull through the journey, watching the fleeting glimpses of the Sun in its orange and pink shades.
It was already night when we reached FAM Society, Vashi. I was staying @ Sajal's place. Time was short - just this one night and about half a day of the next, before I left Mumbai. We freshened up and decided to go out for dinner. It was interesting to see the impeccable manner of coordination between Sajal and Supriya as they planned for the night out.
We hired an auto to some Mall. First thing we tried to see if we could get tickets to 'Taare Zameen Par' but 'nah' - the house was full. Next thing, we walked into Cafe Coffee Day; got settled in some cosy sofa; pondered over the menu card to choose some flavour of cofee of the so many they had, to gauge the difference between which seemed next to impossible to me. We sipped the coffee over some chit chat and we took some shots, one of which was particularly an intelligent one. Here's me and Supriya, courtesy Sajal (photographer).
We then went to 'Shikara', a Saloneee's recommendation ! It was indeed a 'one of a kind' restaurant. Basically, a Shikara is a large Kashmiri house-boat. And this Shikara was no different. The guys had modelled the restaurant to give you almost the same feeling as walking down a boat house. The eating area was raised above the ground and multiple such areas were separated by narrow pathways decorated with lush green grass. The highlight of the restaurant was a mini pond decorated with colored lights and rocks on which stood real Swans !!! Mann !! I was flattered. Another thought that hit me as we sat there was that this restaurant had a group playing 'Ghazal'. It was over a decade since I had been to a restaurant playing 'Ghazals'. I was happy to be here. The recommendation was 'Perfect' !
After we had settled and placed our order, I chose to have a ghazal dedicated.
Just when the drinks arrived - Smrinoff for me and Chivas Regal for Sajal, the song began - "Yeh Nayan Dare Dare... Yeh Jaam Bhare Bhare" and we did the 'cheers'. Over the dinner Sajal showed us snaps of what 'his' meaning of 'having 'a' drink' was - pictures with tens of bottles of alcohol from a previous party !!! Phew, quite a capacity he has ! Everythin was perfect - the drinks, the food, the song, the ambience and the night !!! That was our team dinner :o)
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It was around 1 o' Clock in the night when we returned home. Sajal and I chatted for a bit before crashing on the bed while a song from 'Taare Zameen Par' played in the background. Lights out !
Sajal went about his work, while I toyed with the Milk Bikis and sipped the hot masala Chai. We regrouped after a lill' while to watch the games begin, some of which were coordinated by Salonee, who had turned almost a zombie by now. After a bit of chit chatting about the previous night's 'items', Sajal and I walked to the indoor games room; Table Tennis (or Ping Pong [American lingo]) ruled the house. It is hard to think that you could match the calibre of those who were smashing their way to victory. but, yeah we did get an oppurtunity to showcase our skills as well... lol.. I was playig after more than 2 years and Sajal was a beginner. But we did well, and even before we realized, we were sloshed in our sweat. I fared pretty good despite the 2 years gap, but I was more than happy to see Sajal's instant passion for the game. I say that because, everytime we finished a game and walked out, we chatted for a bit, and we would ourselves walking back to the club. This guy was addicted !
That was how most of the day passed. By the end of it we were so damn tired that it wasn't possible to deceive sleep anymore (why ?? see Mumbai Calling ). After lunch we decided to take a nap.
Theres one part, the exact timing of which I can't remember quite - before or after lunch? We met this person from the Pune divison (who was playing TT with us earlier), near the lunch spot. While he shared the same pain as most s/w enggs., his humour and sarcasm amazed me; a real cool guy. I hate to have forgotten his name, but I do recall that he sang us all a very melodious song and the spot had, for an instant, transformed into a 'mehfil'. Was fun meeting that group of his.
We might have played a game or two more of TT, before the group started to pack their bags. The picnic was over and it was time to leave for Mumbai ! Sajal decided to be seated next to 'Nainsukh'. It was kinda boring to be seated alone but I managed to pull through the journey, watching the fleeting glimpses of the Sun in its orange and pink shades.
It was already night when we reached FAM Society, Vashi. I was staying @ Sajal's place. Time was short - just this one night and about half a day of the next, before I left Mumbai. We freshened up and decided to go out for dinner. It was interesting to see the impeccable manner of coordination between Sajal and Supriya as they planned for the night out.
We hired an auto to some Mall. First thing we tried to see if we could get tickets to 'Taare Zameen Par' but 'nah' - the house was full. Next thing, we walked into Cafe Coffee Day; got settled in some cosy sofa; pondered over the menu card to choose some flavour of cofee of the so many they had, to gauge the difference between which seemed next to impossible to me. We sipped the coffee over some chit chat and we took some shots, one of which was particularly an intelligent one. Here's me and Supriya, courtesy Sajal (photographer).
We then went to 'Shikara', a Saloneee's recommendation ! It was indeed a 'one of a kind' restaurant. Basically, a Shikara is a large Kashmiri house-boat. And this Shikara was no different. The guys had modelled the restaurant to give you almost the same feeling as walking down a boat house. The eating area was raised above the ground and multiple such areas were separated by narrow pathways decorated with lush green grass. The highlight of the restaurant was a mini pond decorated with colored lights and rocks on which stood real Swans !!! Mann !! I was flattered. Another thought that hit me as we sat there was that this restaurant had a group playing 'Ghazal'. It was over a decade since I had been to a restaurant playing 'Ghazals'. I was happy to be here. The recommendation was 'Perfect' !
After we had settled and placed our order, I chose to have a ghazal dedicated.
Just when the drinks arrived - Smrinoff for me and Chivas Regal for Sajal, the song began - "Yeh Nayan Dare Dare... Yeh Jaam Bhare Bhare" and we did the 'cheers'. Over the dinner Sajal showed us snaps of what 'his' meaning of 'having 'a' drink' was - pictures with tens of bottles of alcohol from a previous party !!! Phew, quite a capacity he has ! Everythin was perfect - the drinks, the food, the song, the ambience and the night !!! That was our team dinner :o)
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It was around 1 o' Clock in the night when we returned home. Sajal and I chatted for a bit before crashing on the bed while a song from 'Taare Zameen Par' played in the background. Lights out !
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Mumbai calling !!
This blog is the "Mahabharat" amongst all my blogs till dates, getting created in parts as each weekend passes.
21 days is how long I have waited to write this ! Believe me when you want something so desperately, every second seems like a year.
Day 1 - 21st Dec
Salaam Bollywood:
A perennial problem with me, I understand him only after days and hours of what he communicates to me in crystal clear English : I wanna back out of this entire picnic thing and spend quality time with both of them. But he just "hates" to see me comfortable (read that line again Papa Bear). However, he thinks he is a man of his word and does not like to call it quits just anyways (and wont let me either). I have no other choice - gotta join John on the road trip.
My train to Mumbai is delayed by over 3 hours. The bus to the picnic resort leaves at 4:00 pm sharp. There's no way in hell I can make it to L&T Mahape before 5:00 pm.
I arrive @ Bandra at 2:30 PM. Move swiftly to Vile Parle station by 2:50 PM. Standing in the queue for the tickets, I am debating whether Taxi would be an easier option compared to switching trains. The next man in the queue confirms my stupid and unnecessary worry by offering to help me reach Vashi in around 1.5 hours (by train of course).
Am in the local train going to Wadala and thanks to John - despite spending over 200 bucks in roaming charges, I am not even certain if the bus will wait. Finally, as I change trains for Vashi, I get 'Road Roller' Rani(not my fault, she prefers it this way. Ok, I will try not to be rude, will use the term 'Roadie' for the reminder of this post) to arrange for one bus to wait. Heres the bollywood climax scene you are welcome to imagine - Last minute plans' changed, I am goin' to Jui Nagar station instead of Vashi. Jui Nagar station runs parallel to the roadway that eventually joins the expressway to Pune. I make it to the station at 4:18 PM and am already running towards the exit to cross the road by 4:25 PM. Just when I make it to the other side of the crossing, a white bus, with Roadie hanging outta the main door, halts in front of moa. I made it !!! (After all I had to. How could I ever let down the rich heritage of Bollywood movie endings)
Curse and joy:
"Am in the bus" and am cursing John all the way till we reached the resort for the next hour for having actually boarded the bus without me in it.
In retrospect, there could not be a better sight than to see both "mummiiee" and "papa" bear after a year of separation. Roadie got busy with the songs.
Camp @ Durksheth Resort:
Just what the two of us hated began as soon as we reached the picnic spot - the weird and crappy ways of IT managers attempting to mobilise ppl. Since it aint very interesting lets skip it and get transported to the part where everyone was off on a treasure hunt. John and I, while physically seeming to search for the clues to the treasure, were engaged in our own meta physical conversation. The hunt seemed to go on forever, but it was fun to be walking through a jungle of sorts in the dark, flashing your torches looking for the way out (reminiscent of what happens in IT, if you can figure that out). Though the hunt was exhausting, I could walk forever (in mind) and here was Papa Bear, who was sweating as if he'd just walked outta the shower. After about an hour or so, just when we were about to reach the base, we caught glimpse of this man reading under the lamp. I have no words to describe the awe I felt at that moment. Thanks to John's camera, the photographer me, was able to capture this sight:
Back at the base, food and liquor started flowing and John and I laughed our stomachs out literally, watching the funny little acts ppl put after dissolving their minds in the glasses they held. While some genuine and others fake, ppl were all praises for the exceptional work we had done on our previous project over the past year. It was kinda difficult reading the minds of these bunch of wanna Be's as I saw them using the project manager lingo in wholesale - 'u did a great job', 'we really appreciate you', 'u deserve it'... and the likes of it. A sense of pity remained in me as I saw them perform their act.
It was certain that we weren't in for sleeping that night; after couple hours of loose talk, John, I , The 'Analyst' Mummiiee and couple of their friends decided to explore the sight around the resort. So we walked. We climbed down the steps carved out of rock and mud, walking deep into the darkness and slowly losing the sense of light. But once we had walked deep enough there was light - an insignificant but cool light - from the moon.
As we crossed the gates that formed the boundary of the resort property, we were entering uncharted territories - a vast expanse of land lay in front of us and our only companions were the trees rendered lifeless by the night, coupled with a mystical air around them; the buzzing of the infinite creatures in the woods and the occasional croaking of frogs. After having walked quite a distance, when we looked up at the sky we were speechless. The clouds seemed to form a progression transforming into a wave which was about to hit us; and from behind it the Moon shone slyly as if watching us closely.
There a tiny lake surrounding the resort and John and I were bent upon the idea of crossing the lake to step over the other side. While the rest decided to call it quits after a bit, we persisted. We walked, gauging the right directions, retracking our steps sometimes, measuring our steps as we neared the section of the lake which was the narrowest. And we did make it... just one step on the other side; we stood there celebrating the accomplishment. It was not long before we decided to turn back; getting conscious of whatever dangers lurked in the dark (and recalling one of the tenets of one of our clients - 'If it ain't safe, it ain't worth doing' or something like that).
The sad part, as I would crib, was that I could not use my camera then and John would step in with a quip - 'You have a camera; use it' (He meant my mind with my eyes taking the place of the lens). In retrospect, I don't regret it so much. Why? I searched the internet long to find pictures of the thick woods, the night sky, the moon and the clouds and but none were quite the picture I still see in my 'camera' when I close the shutters. If the following picture are to be treated as anything close to the real ones then my dear reader, you are invited to feed them your imagination engine.
One exploration done, we walked back to rest for a while. At this point, the images in my head are a bit scrambled so my narration could be flawed in the sequencing but not by content. I think we had dinner and then grouped to chat for a bit in a small circle of sorts. It was when Roadie joined as that I thought it best to share the souvenirs from my trip this past year. Of all the wordily things I think the group loved the chocolates the most. Atleast I know John did.
After a while we decided to take a shot at exploration part 2. We simply walked down the route we arrived at the resort, walking to the main road and then back. It was here that I found a few moments to talk to Roadie. It wasn't as if we spoke of anything extra-ordinary but then those very 'few moments' were special. Things had changed in the past year so as they say - sometime its best to keep certain emotions unexpressed. I came to understand Roadie a bit more. At that moment, nothing mattered to me more than the moment itself. I was glad beyond words.
The next best thing was the game of Dumb-Charades we played. Starting off with a few simple movies, I cannot recall how the players took on to think of the "tough" movies and even better - act them out. Mummiiee, as usual, was splendid - knocked each one out and conspired the most cruel movie names. I was rolling with joy when I managed to give hiccups to John for one movie.. what was the name?? Mann... here goes off my memory switch... hmmm yeah - "Shubhkamna" (meaning - Best Wishes);o). The part I cannot forget is the look in his gleaming eyes, which shone with wonder and contempt together. Boy we had fun.
Clock ticked away the time and it was around 5 in the morning when we decided to return to the marshy land around the lake to catch the first rays of the sun. Little did we expect the total lack of light down there. It was as if a black hole existed somewhere there and engulfed all light. The darkness combined with the silence was a killer. We had barely walked a few steps beyond the gate when our imaginations got the better of us. For a single moment we all felt there was some movement around the bushes but could not describe what 'it' was. John was quick to observe that Mummiiee, for once, was capable of fear. Just when the surroundings felt familiar and the sense of light returned, I turned my head to face the sky. _________________ I cannot fill that blank simply because my vocabulary fails me from describing the picture of the sky dazzling with a million stars. It was a moment. You could feel the isolation amongst a crowd and still be content with the mere existence of the stars up there; easily struck by the realization of being an insignificance bit in this limitless universe. Did I just describe it?? ;o) This should help you picture:
We walked back a bit and then waited for dawn to break the silence; to see the first rays that will add color to the picture. We must have waited for about half hour or so when it seemed that the sky had started to switch colors to a heavy shade of bluish gray; beginning to outline the huge mountains surrounding the lake and the vast stretches of mist. The trees that lay ahead of us, painted in fine black print against the serene background, stood there to show each of its branches distinctly.
As we continued gazing at the horizon, some painter kept playing with the shades up there in the skies. Light, it seemed would fill this place any moment, but not quite, it would do it bit by bit. And time seemed to couple to these bits cos it moved ever so slowly. And just when you would think that it was slow, the shades would have moved on to amaze you just again.
The rise of an eagle up there in the sky which reminded John of his mom. I learned more about John and the sweet emotional intimacy he shared with his mom. It was plain joy to hear him out, which is seldom. We heard the first croaks of a frog, the swift yet graceful flight of a dove, the chirpping of the sparrows who were now flocking the trees and then taking off in the skies. I wished to stop there, not move, not even to return back, just stay there as long as I could and... and paint (not my forte, but I 'wished'). I discovered John too liked to create pencil sketches.
The vast expanse up there had turned to shades of peaches with the orange trying to fight the red and the yellow to come out alive. We tried to 'estimate' the exact spot from where the sun would rise. But there was time, so we walked a bit to walk around the heaven, which the place was for that moment. After a bit we decided to return cos John had certain compulsions which I better not want to describe here. While John attended to his errands, I kept a close watch for the sun which was hiding behind the rocks. For a moment I looked at the people waking up and exclaiming - 'its morning already!!??', I smiled. When I turned, my joy knew no bounds - the sun did rise from the exact spot I had marked. Hurray !! Sometimes, you find it hard to believe when things happen as you expect them to happen, cos most of the time life seems to work the other way around. As I stood there, recollecting the exclamation - "its morning already!!??' it occurred to me that yesterday had passed.
Players
John, PapaBear : Sajal
Mummiee : Supriya
'Road Roller' Rani : Salonee
21 days is how long I have waited to write this ! Believe me when you want something so desperately, every second seems like a year.
Day 1 - 21st Dec
Salaam Bollywood:
A perennial problem with me, I understand him only after days and hours of what he communicates to me in crystal clear English : I wanna back out of this entire picnic thing and spend quality time with both of them. But he just "hates" to see me comfortable (read that line again Papa Bear). However, he thinks he is a man of his word and does not like to call it quits just anyways (and wont let me either). I have no other choice - gotta join John on the road trip.
My train to Mumbai is delayed by over 3 hours. The bus to the picnic resort leaves at 4:00 pm sharp. There's no way in hell I can make it to L&T Mahape before 5:00 pm.
I arrive @ Bandra at 2:30 PM. Move swiftly to Vile Parle station by 2:50 PM. Standing in the queue for the tickets, I am debating whether Taxi would be an easier option compared to switching trains. The next man in the queue confirms my stupid and unnecessary worry by offering to help me reach Vashi in around 1.5 hours (by train of course).
Am in the local train going to Wadala and thanks to John - despite spending over 200 bucks in roaming charges, I am not even certain if the bus will wait. Finally, as I change trains for Vashi, I get 'Road Roller' Rani(not my fault, she prefers it this way. Ok, I will try not to be rude, will use the term 'Roadie' for the reminder of this post) to arrange for one bus to wait. Heres the bollywood climax scene you are welcome to imagine - Last minute plans' changed, I am goin' to Jui Nagar station instead of Vashi. Jui Nagar station runs parallel to the roadway that eventually joins the expressway to Pune. I make it to the station at 4:18 PM and am already running towards the exit to cross the road by 4:25 PM. Just when I make it to the other side of the crossing, a white bus, with Roadie hanging outta the main door, halts in front of moa. I made it !!! (After all I had to. How could I ever let down the rich heritage of Bollywood movie endings)
Curse and joy:
"Am in the bus" and am cursing John all the way till we reached the resort for the next hour for having actually boarded the bus without me in it.
In retrospect, there could not be a better sight than to see both "mummiiee" and "papa" bear after a year of separation. Roadie got busy with the songs.
Camp @ Durksheth Resort:
Just what the two of us hated began as soon as we reached the picnic spot - the weird and crappy ways of IT managers attempting to mobilise ppl. Since it aint very interesting lets skip it and get transported to the part where everyone was off on a treasure hunt. John and I, while physically seeming to search for the clues to the treasure, were engaged in our own meta physical conversation. The hunt seemed to go on forever, but it was fun to be walking through a jungle of sorts in the dark, flashing your torches looking for the way out (reminiscent of what happens in IT, if you can figure that out). Though the hunt was exhausting, I could walk forever (in mind) and here was Papa Bear, who was sweating as if he'd just walked outta the shower. After about an hour or so, just when we were about to reach the base, we caught glimpse of this man reading under the lamp. I have no words to describe the awe I felt at that moment. Thanks to John's camera, the photographer me, was able to capture this sight:
Back at the base, food and liquor started flowing and John and I laughed our stomachs out literally, watching the funny little acts ppl put after dissolving their minds in the glasses they held. While some genuine and others fake, ppl were all praises for the exceptional work we had done on our previous project over the past year. It was kinda difficult reading the minds of these bunch of wanna Be's as I saw them using the project manager lingo in wholesale - 'u did a great job', 'we really appreciate you', 'u deserve it'... and the likes of it. A sense of pity remained in me as I saw them perform their act.
It was certain that we weren't in for sleeping that night; after couple hours of loose talk, John, I , The 'Analyst' Mummiiee and couple of their friends decided to explore the sight around the resort. So we walked. We climbed down the steps carved out of rock and mud, walking deep into the darkness and slowly losing the sense of light. But once we had walked deep enough there was light - an insignificant but cool light - from the moon.
As we crossed the gates that formed the boundary of the resort property, we were entering uncharted territories - a vast expanse of land lay in front of us and our only companions were the trees rendered lifeless by the night, coupled with a mystical air around them; the buzzing of the infinite creatures in the woods and the occasional croaking of frogs. After having walked quite a distance, when we looked up at the sky we were speechless. The clouds seemed to form a progression transforming into a wave which was about to hit us; and from behind it the Moon shone slyly as if watching us closely.
There a tiny lake surrounding the resort and John and I were bent upon the idea of crossing the lake to step over the other side. While the rest decided to call it quits after a bit, we persisted. We walked, gauging the right directions, retracking our steps sometimes, measuring our steps as we neared the section of the lake which was the narrowest. And we did make it... just one step on the other side; we stood there celebrating the accomplishment. It was not long before we decided to turn back; getting conscious of whatever dangers lurked in the dark (and recalling one of the tenets of one of our clients - 'If it ain't safe, it ain't worth doing' or something like that).
The sad part, as I would crib, was that I could not use my camera then and John would step in with a quip - 'You have a camera; use it' (He meant my mind with my eyes taking the place of the lens). In retrospect, I don't regret it so much. Why? I searched the internet long to find pictures of the thick woods, the night sky, the moon and the clouds and but none were quite the picture I still see in my 'camera' when I close the shutters. If the following picture are to be treated as anything close to the real ones then my dear reader, you are invited to feed them your imagination engine.
One exploration done, we walked back to rest for a while. At this point, the images in my head are a bit scrambled so my narration could be flawed in the sequencing but not by content. I think we had dinner and then grouped to chat for a bit in a small circle of sorts. It was when Roadie joined as that I thought it best to share the souvenirs from my trip this past year. Of all the wordily things I think the group loved the chocolates the most. Atleast I know John did.
After a while we decided to take a shot at exploration part 2. We simply walked down the route we arrived at the resort, walking to the main road and then back. It was here that I found a few moments to talk to Roadie. It wasn't as if we spoke of anything extra-ordinary but then those very 'few moments' were special. Things had changed in the past year so as they say - sometime its best to keep certain emotions unexpressed. I came to understand Roadie a bit more. At that moment, nothing mattered to me more than the moment itself. I was glad beyond words.
The next best thing was the game of Dumb-Charades we played. Starting off with a few simple movies, I cannot recall how the players took on to think of the "tough" movies and even better - act them out. Mummiiee, as usual, was splendid - knocked each one out and conspired the most cruel movie names. I was rolling with joy when I managed to give hiccups to John for one movie.. what was the name?? Mann... here goes off my memory switch... hmmm yeah - "Shubhkamna" (meaning - Best Wishes);o). The part I cannot forget is the look in his gleaming eyes, which shone with wonder and contempt together. Boy we had fun.
Clock ticked away the time and it was around 5 in the morning when we decided to return to the marshy land around the lake to catch the first rays of the sun. Little did we expect the total lack of light down there. It was as if a black hole existed somewhere there and engulfed all light. The darkness combined with the silence was a killer. We had barely walked a few steps beyond the gate when our imaginations got the better of us. For a single moment we all felt there was some movement around the bushes but could not describe what 'it' was. John was quick to observe that Mummiiee, for once, was capable of fear. Just when the surroundings felt familiar and the sense of light returned, I turned my head to face the sky. _________________ I cannot fill that blank simply because my vocabulary fails me from describing the picture of the sky dazzling with a million stars. It was a moment. You could feel the isolation amongst a crowd and still be content with the mere existence of the stars up there; easily struck by the realization of being an insignificance bit in this limitless universe. Did I just describe it?? ;o) This should help you picture:
We walked back a bit and then waited for dawn to break the silence; to see the first rays that will add color to the picture. We must have waited for about half hour or so when it seemed that the sky had started to switch colors to a heavy shade of bluish gray; beginning to outline the huge mountains surrounding the lake and the vast stretches of mist. The trees that lay ahead of us, painted in fine black print against the serene background, stood there to show each of its branches distinctly.
As we continued gazing at the horizon, some painter kept playing with the shades up there in the skies. Light, it seemed would fill this place any moment, but not quite, it would do it bit by bit. And time seemed to couple to these bits cos it moved ever so slowly. And just when you would think that it was slow, the shades would have moved on to amaze you just again.
The rise of an eagle up there in the sky which reminded John of his mom. I learned more about John and the sweet emotional intimacy he shared with his mom. It was plain joy to hear him out, which is seldom. We heard the first croaks of a frog, the swift yet graceful flight of a dove, the chirpping of the sparrows who were now flocking the trees and then taking off in the skies. I wished to stop there, not move, not even to return back, just stay there as long as I could and... and paint (not my forte, but I 'wished'). I discovered John too liked to create pencil sketches.
The vast expanse up there had turned to shades of peaches with the orange trying to fight the red and the yellow to come out alive. We tried to 'estimate' the exact spot from where the sun would rise. But there was time, so we walked a bit to walk around the heaven, which the place was for that moment. After a bit we decided to return cos John had certain compulsions which I better not want to describe here. While John attended to his errands, I kept a close watch for the sun which was hiding behind the rocks. For a moment I looked at the people waking up and exclaiming - 'its morning already!!??', I smiled. When I turned, my joy knew no bounds - the sun did rise from the exact spot I had marked. Hurray !! Sometimes, you find it hard to believe when things happen as you expect them to happen, cos most of the time life seems to work the other way around. As I stood there, recollecting the exclamation - "its morning already!!??' it occurred to me that yesterday had passed.
Players
John, PapaBear : Sajal
Mummiee : Supriya
'Road Roller' Rani : Salonee
Sunday, December 23, 2007
i Meeting Me after One Year
Mike, Here's me fulfilling your request for this blog. I would have done it even anyways ;o)
I have returned home from a year of deputation in the USA just 2 weeks back. First thoughts - shocked to see Chennai in more or less the same state as last year, scared to see an overwhelming number of people standing outside the airport at 3.00 AM for their relatives and friends. They must be no different from my parents and friend who were waiting to receive me; its just that I had not seen so many people crowded in one place at a time for a long time now. I spent the next couple days comparing and contrasting India with the USA and feeling pity for the state of affairs in India - infrastructure, attitude of people, education system etc. However, I did see something more which I had not while I lived in this country for the past 23 years - the size of the market here. Its unimaginably BIG and I like to word it as this - "America is a land of opportunities; India is a land of possibilities." I have become conscious of the relevance of the Indian story in the world market only this recently. Another thought - India is a massive project. Hypothetically, if we could take away half of its population, providing infrastructure would not be so difficult. Now a reality check, India is growing at an alarming pace. So I am happy to see India where it stands today and the heights it can grow to. India's population is both its strength as well as weakness; things will improve with time. First change - my perception of India :o)
The first week was focused on shopping for my attire; visiting office and meeting couple friends there. I was also packing for my mini vacation to Delhi, Jodhpur and Mumbai. the objectives were clearly 2 - visit my grandmom in Jodhpur; meet Sajal; Supriya and Salonee in Mumbai.
Mom and I travelled to Delhi by train. I was interested in the train because i wanted to experience a long train travel once again. It was a 2 night , 1 day journey and we reached there on a Monday morning. My jeeju (brother-in-law) was there at the station to receive us. We took a cycle rickshaw to their home in Chawri Bazaar - one of the busiest market places in old Delhi city. Maya didi, my sister made us some delicious "baajre ki kheech" - traditonal Rajasthani food, for lunch. It was the most fulfilling lunch I had in these past 2 weeks. We then set out for some shopping in the evening. We had taken the Metro rail which transported us to Cannaught Places and Palika Bazaar in less than 7 mins. The shopping wasn't all that great; did not find anything as such that caught my eyes. The air in Delhi was "cold" and "heavy" - that's the best I can describe to differentiate it from the cold weather in Houston city during the last month. I developed a bad stomach ache, terrible cold, an irritating throat and a slight headache by next morning. We, however, pursued with our shopping mission and satisfied my taste buds feasting on the Chole Bature, Paneer Tikka, Paneer Pakodas and Pani Puris. As day approached its end, I spent some funny moments with my nephew Monu and jeejaji mimicking a few actors and a Nepali gurkha's characters. We laughed our tummies out reminding me of college days. Dinner happened, a group photo followed and the next thing was our movement to the railway station to board our train to Jodhpur. Things I picked from Delhi - a leather jacket, a t-shirt and a pair of sandals, souvenirs for mom and dad in the US.
Wednesday morning around 10.30 AM we reached Jodhpur in Rajasthan. After a brief stay at my aunt's where we freshened up, Mom and I decided to visit few relatives and friends. It was evening by the time we made it to my Grandmom's place. My granny is over 82 years and live by herself. It was on Diwali that I had promised her that I would definitely visit her this year. I was meeting her after 7 years. We crossed the gates to her home, and as the neighbours caught sight of us and engaged us in a chit chat, grandma came out to see her visitors. She was taken aback with disbelief to see me. After the initial tears, hugs we settled for some nice hot dinner. My condition worsened by the minute and within me mercury was rising. Granny massaged my hair and telling me how I had come to visit her for just one night and had fallen sick on the same day. The night was difficult, I could barely sleep. In the morning, I visited the local doctor and got myself examined; picked up a few medicines at the pharmacy and we then moved to my parent's bunglow in Kamala Nehru Nagar. As I walked through its doors, I could recall how dad and mom had been planning to move out of Chennai into this home for years now. I know they are waiting for the marriage of my brother and I. We then moved back to my aunt's place and I was a sick man there with all my cousins playing visitors to the patient. The day was moving slowly so a couple hours nap helped me catalyse the day to a quicker end. Some more photos followed; we packed our bags and moved to the station to board our train to the next stop - Mumbai !!!!! (My only prayers were to get well before I reach Mumbai)
The Mumbai story will go out as a separate blog but for continuities sake, the train to Mumbai was late by 3 hours and it did its part in giving the Mumbai story a Bollywoodish feel ;o) For now, all I have to say is that the 2 days spent in Mumbai were the most memorable part of this entire journey; packed with millions of images which are registered in my cranium and will continue to stay there lest I meet Alzheimer's.
I returned home to Chennai on Sunday the 23rd. This time is to spend with family. I have experienced a difference in how Guddu (my nephew) and I have been communicating with each other since my return. We seemed to have developed a special bond. You would think its because of the myriad of gifts I got him, but theres more to it. I can sense it in his eyes and voice when he bends his head sideways; blinks his eyes and tells me innocently that he missed me all this while and wants to be with no one else but me. He wants to sleep by my side at night, play with me during the day; eat his lunches and dinners with me. All this is probably due to the difference in how we communicate with each other compared to other members of the household. When we talk, we talk like 2 grown ups or like 2 friends and that helps us understanding each other better. On the not so brighter side, I am continuously being accused of pampering the kid too much and spoiling him. Well, thats just the way its been at home, but am sure that'll change too. Dad and mom have been firing at me for my forgetfulness but have kudos for me when in front of family and friends; elder bro is hopeful of me developing my career in the US; cute lill' Pari does not recognize me yet - a silent baby unlike her elder bro. Bhabhi (sister in law) is happy to see a not so kiddish me and likes the idea of me learning to live independently.
Just before the flight from Paris landed in Chennai, it occurred to me that I had spent close to a year and a half away from home. What just happened? The past year was tough - 16-18 hour work days and sleepless nights; balancing everyones expectations except mine; turning into a cast away for the rest of the world; staying away from family and friends, not being able to spend time with Guddu. However, I saw some of the most marvellous things happen to me - living in Alaska; finding new parents in the US; working with a client who was so helpful and supportive; moving to Houston; living with Yash and Subbu and learning different facets of life from their individual and unique experiences; a chance to be with Andy once again; finding new friends in Aashish, Hussain, Nirmal and others; earning respect and accolades from my various customers as well as my team - Sajal and Supriya. As Yash would say - "There are trade-offs in everything you do in life; you will have pros and cons to everything you do in life". It felt as if life just completed a full circle and I had seen both darkness and light on the way. Like Mike says - "If it does not kill you; It only makes you stronger". I survived. Now I am conscious of my potential and looking forward to this new year with renewed energy. Only this time I will wait for and board the BUS ;o) Thats for you Sajal! Thanks.
I have returned home from a year of deputation in the USA just 2 weeks back. First thoughts - shocked to see Chennai in more or less the same state as last year, scared to see an overwhelming number of people standing outside the airport at 3.00 AM for their relatives and friends. They must be no different from my parents and friend who were waiting to receive me; its just that I had not seen so many people crowded in one place at a time for a long time now. I spent the next couple days comparing and contrasting India with the USA and feeling pity for the state of affairs in India - infrastructure, attitude of people, education system etc. However, I did see something more which I had not while I lived in this country for the past 23 years - the size of the market here. Its unimaginably BIG and I like to word it as this - "America is a land of opportunities; India is a land of possibilities." I have become conscious of the relevance of the Indian story in the world market only this recently. Another thought - India is a massive project. Hypothetically, if we could take away half of its population, providing infrastructure would not be so difficult. Now a reality check, India is growing at an alarming pace. So I am happy to see India where it stands today and the heights it can grow to. India's population is both its strength as well as weakness; things will improve with time. First change - my perception of India :o)
The first week was focused on shopping for my attire; visiting office and meeting couple friends there. I was also packing for my mini vacation to Delhi, Jodhpur and Mumbai. the objectives were clearly 2 - visit my grandmom in Jodhpur; meet Sajal; Supriya and Salonee in Mumbai.
Mom and I travelled to Delhi by train. I was interested in the train because i wanted to experience a long train travel once again. It was a 2 night , 1 day journey and we reached there on a Monday morning. My jeeju (brother-in-law) was there at the station to receive us. We took a cycle rickshaw to their home in Chawri Bazaar - one of the busiest market places in old Delhi city. Maya didi, my sister made us some delicious "baajre ki kheech" - traditonal Rajasthani food, for lunch. It was the most fulfilling lunch I had in these past 2 weeks. We then set out for some shopping in the evening. We had taken the Metro rail which transported us to Cannaught Places and Palika Bazaar in less than 7 mins. The shopping wasn't all that great; did not find anything as such that caught my eyes. The air in Delhi was "cold" and "heavy" - that's the best I can describe to differentiate it from the cold weather in Houston city during the last month. I developed a bad stomach ache, terrible cold, an irritating throat and a slight headache by next morning. We, however, pursued with our shopping mission and satisfied my taste buds feasting on the Chole Bature, Paneer Tikka, Paneer Pakodas and Pani Puris. As day approached its end, I spent some funny moments with my nephew Monu and jeejaji mimicking a few actors and a Nepali gurkha's characters. We laughed our tummies out reminding me of college days. Dinner happened, a group photo followed and the next thing was our movement to the railway station to board our train to Jodhpur. Things I picked from Delhi - a leather jacket, a t-shirt and a pair of sandals, souvenirs for mom and dad in the US.
Wednesday morning around 10.30 AM we reached Jodhpur in Rajasthan. After a brief stay at my aunt's where we freshened up, Mom and I decided to visit few relatives and friends. It was evening by the time we made it to my Grandmom's place. My granny is over 82 years and live by herself. It was on Diwali that I had promised her that I would definitely visit her this year. I was meeting her after 7 years. We crossed the gates to her home, and as the neighbours caught sight of us and engaged us in a chit chat, grandma came out to see her visitors. She was taken aback with disbelief to see me. After the initial tears, hugs we settled for some nice hot dinner. My condition worsened by the minute and within me mercury was rising. Granny massaged my hair and telling me how I had come to visit her for just one night and had fallen sick on the same day. The night was difficult, I could barely sleep. In the morning, I visited the local doctor and got myself examined; picked up a few medicines at the pharmacy and we then moved to my parent's bunglow in Kamala Nehru Nagar. As I walked through its doors, I could recall how dad and mom had been planning to move out of Chennai into this home for years now. I know they are waiting for the marriage of my brother and I. We then moved back to my aunt's place and I was a sick man there with all my cousins playing visitors to the patient. The day was moving slowly so a couple hours nap helped me catalyse the day to a quicker end. Some more photos followed; we packed our bags and moved to the station to board our train to the next stop - Mumbai !!!!! (My only prayers were to get well before I reach Mumbai)
The Mumbai story will go out as a separate blog but for continuities sake, the train to Mumbai was late by 3 hours and it did its part in giving the Mumbai story a Bollywoodish feel ;o) For now, all I have to say is that the 2 days spent in Mumbai were the most memorable part of this entire journey; packed with millions of images which are registered in my cranium and will continue to stay there lest I meet Alzheimer's.
I returned home to Chennai on Sunday the 23rd. This time is to spend with family. I have experienced a difference in how Guddu (my nephew) and I have been communicating with each other since my return. We seemed to have developed a special bond. You would think its because of the myriad of gifts I got him, but theres more to it. I can sense it in his eyes and voice when he bends his head sideways; blinks his eyes and tells me innocently that he missed me all this while and wants to be with no one else but me. He wants to sleep by my side at night, play with me during the day; eat his lunches and dinners with me. All this is probably due to the difference in how we communicate with each other compared to other members of the household. When we talk, we talk like 2 grown ups or like 2 friends and that helps us understanding each other better. On the not so brighter side, I am continuously being accused of pampering the kid too much and spoiling him. Well, thats just the way its been at home, but am sure that'll change too. Dad and mom have been firing at me for my forgetfulness but have kudos for me when in front of family and friends; elder bro is hopeful of me developing my career in the US; cute lill' Pari does not recognize me yet - a silent baby unlike her elder bro. Bhabhi (sister in law) is happy to see a not so kiddish me and likes the idea of me learning to live independently.
Just before the flight from Paris landed in Chennai, it occurred to me that I had spent close to a year and a half away from home. What just happened? The past year was tough - 16-18 hour work days and sleepless nights; balancing everyones expectations except mine; turning into a cast away for the rest of the world; staying away from family and friends, not being able to spend time with Guddu. However, I saw some of the most marvellous things happen to me - living in Alaska; finding new parents in the US; working with a client who was so helpful and supportive; moving to Houston; living with Yash and Subbu and learning different facets of life from their individual and unique experiences; a chance to be with Andy once again; finding new friends in Aashish, Hussain, Nirmal and others; earning respect and accolades from my various customers as well as my team - Sajal and Supriya. As Yash would say - "There are trade-offs in everything you do in life; you will have pros and cons to everything you do in life". It felt as if life just completed a full circle and I had seen both darkness and light on the way. Like Mike says - "If it does not kill you; It only makes you stronger". I survived. Now I am conscious of my potential and looking forward to this new year with renewed energy. Only this time I will wait for and board the BUS ;o) Thats for you Sajal! Thanks.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Sunday Special Sambar
This is soooo unlike me ! I have never felt comfortable writing on a topic given. All my blogs barring one have been on an impulse. And this is the other blog where I had planned it before publishing it. In fact this was not even supposed to be a blog. I have been attending Communication Training sessions for the past two weeks, and as a part of the weekend exercise, we were given the task of writing a skit. I wasn't comfortable writing it but still I was enjoying it. In the end, I am really excited about my first stint at writing out a short story of sorts. What follows is the script of the skit.
Sunday Special Sambar
Characters: Salt, Chilly, Tamarind, Goddess Annapurna and Narrator
Narrator: Its a bright Sunday morning and Rinchi patti prepares for a great South Indian breakfast of Sambar Idli for the Nair household. The vegetables are chopped, the lentils are boiled. For the perfectionist she is, she is used to having all ingredients by her side before beginning the preparation. She had barely got 3 spices out of the shelf - salt, chilly and tamarind when the phone rang to life. What follows is a short conversation between these three spices before they join the veggies, and the lentils into making that perfect Sambar.
Salt: I wonder if it weren’t for me what good would this Sambhar be? I am the king seasoning without which no food will be worth eating.
Chilly: Huh!! that is nonsense. I am the strongest of all. Indian foods is incomplete without me. Besides, without me Sambhar cannot claim its rightful taste. Don’t ever forget that they always call it Hot Indian Sambhar. Ha… Ha… Stupid Salt!!!
Tamarind: What is it that you two are boasting of? You are so common and unimportant; there’s hardly anything special about the taste or flavor you add. People crave for Sambhar because of the tangy flavor I give to it.
Salt: It’s your ignorance that you remain illiterate about my properties and uses. I help in regulating the water content throughout the human body. My Calcium part strengthens bones and improves blood sugar, thus helping to reduce the signs of aging. And if you dint know, I also support the libido. Ha… Ha… Ha…
Chilli: My guess is that you forgot to mention, your excessive presence can also take a man’s life because of hyper tension. Ha… Ha… Ha…
Talk of benefits and I will tell you what it means - I am excellent anticoagulant and aid in preventing heart attack or stroke. I increase the body metabolism and help in weight loss. A tea which contains me can help in clearing nose congestion and fighting cold.
Tamarind: And Chilli, my friend, looks like you also contribute is keeping people’s head HOT all the time!! It is I who helps in reducing body temperature and find best use when treating fever. And if you dint know, let me educate you on the fact that I have one of the highest levels of protein and carbohydrates in me.
Salt: So what’s the big deal with all that the two of you have talked so far? I am the most versatile amongst us. I am an excellent preservative and no food can sustain without my presence. Add me to the water, and I can bring it to boil at a higher temperature, thus reducing cooking time significantly. And on the other hand, I can slow down the melting process if you sprinkle me over Ice.
Chilly: You might want to redefine versatility after you have heard me speak. It’s a long and old tradition to powder me and place inside socks for those who are prone to cold feet. I am also an important rubifacient, which means - I cause an increased circulation to localized sites. Thus I find great use in arthritis creams. I contribute socially also. Rogues have forgotten the 2 words – Eve Teasing because of me. It’s needless to say - without me, pepper sprays wouldn’t be possible.
Tamarind: I can stupefy all you claim by what I am going to reveal to you now. When I am ripe, I am an excellent laxative (prevent constipation). My seeds, when crushed and mixed with water, are used to starch clothes. When mixed with water and salt, my pulp can be used to polish brass, copper and even silver.
Narrator: While these three spices jabber and fight it out, they have no clue who is watching them. It was none other that Goddess Annapurna – the goddess of food and aroma. She had heard the entire conversation and decides to impart knowledge to the 3 spices.
Goddess Annapurna: So which of you is the best?
Narrator: And they go out screaming almost in unison:
Salt: ME!!!
Chilly: ME!!
Tamarind: ME!!
Goddess Annapurna: Alright, I believe you. In fact, all three of you are worthy of holding that title just like any other spice which I have given birth to. All you of hold equal rights to that title or none at all. While you remembered your good qualities, you conveniently forgot your damaging properties.
Salt, do you realize that your excessive presence in the Sambhar can turn the entire preparation sour and ruin the taste of the dish as well as that of the person eating it.
And Chilly, you are present in a quantity more than required; you can set the person’s tongue on fire. And he will end up drinking so much water that he will have no stomach for any more Sambar.
Tamarind, while you impart an uncommon taste, your abundance in the Sambhar will make it so unusual that people will not term it Sambhar any more.
Narrator: As the goddess spoke, the 3 spices realized the importance of her wise words.
Goddess Annapurna: Remember it is not the individual spice that the people crave for. It is the combination of all your flavors that people relish. You can do justice to your individual flavors only when you have learnt to blend with each other’s to bring out that authentic taste of the famous South Indian Sambhar. Having said that I am sure you now understand your responsibilities.
Narrator: The 3 spices had learnt an invaluable lesson today. They pledged that they will give Rinchi patti her best Sambhar today; the Nair household will have their most delicious Sambar ever cooked in the history of South Indian Cooking.
That day, true to their words, the Nair household had their best ever Sambar and the entire family was complaining for more.
Credits
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Concept : Vishaal Janardhan a.k.a Bal HANUMAAN
Script : Rahul Bhansali
Motivation : Yashvir Karki
Sunday Special Sambar
Characters: Salt, Chilly, Tamarind, Goddess Annapurna and Narrator
Narrator: Its a bright Sunday morning and Rinchi patti prepares for a great South Indian breakfast of Sambar Idli for the Nair household. The vegetables are chopped, the lentils are boiled. For the perfectionist she is, she is used to having all ingredients by her side before beginning the preparation. She had barely got 3 spices out of the shelf - salt, chilly and tamarind when the phone rang to life. What follows is a short conversation between these three spices before they join the veggies, and the lentils into making that perfect Sambar.
Salt: I wonder if it weren’t for me what good would this Sambhar be? I am the king seasoning without which no food will be worth eating.
Chilly: Huh!! that is nonsense. I am the strongest of all. Indian foods is incomplete without me. Besides, without me Sambhar cannot claim its rightful taste. Don’t ever forget that they always call it Hot Indian Sambhar. Ha… Ha… Stupid Salt!!!
Tamarind: What is it that you two are boasting of? You are so common and unimportant; there’s hardly anything special about the taste or flavor you add. People crave for Sambhar because of the tangy flavor I give to it.
Salt: It’s your ignorance that you remain illiterate about my properties and uses. I help in regulating the water content throughout the human body. My Calcium part strengthens bones and improves blood sugar, thus helping to reduce the signs of aging. And if you dint know, I also support the libido. Ha… Ha… Ha…
Chilli: My guess is that you forgot to mention, your excessive presence can also take a man’s life because of hyper tension. Ha… Ha… Ha…
Talk of benefits and I will tell you what it means - I am excellent anticoagulant and aid in preventing heart attack or stroke. I increase the body metabolism and help in weight loss. A tea which contains me can help in clearing nose congestion and fighting cold.
Tamarind: And Chilli, my friend, looks like you also contribute is keeping people’s head HOT all the time!! It is I who helps in reducing body temperature and find best use when treating fever. And if you dint know, let me educate you on the fact that I have one of the highest levels of protein and carbohydrates in me.
Salt: So what’s the big deal with all that the two of you have talked so far? I am the most versatile amongst us. I am an excellent preservative and no food can sustain without my presence. Add me to the water, and I can bring it to boil at a higher temperature, thus reducing cooking time significantly. And on the other hand, I can slow down the melting process if you sprinkle me over Ice.
Chilly: You might want to redefine versatility after you have heard me speak. It’s a long and old tradition to powder me and place inside socks for those who are prone to cold feet. I am also an important rubifacient, which means - I cause an increased circulation to localized sites. Thus I find great use in arthritis creams. I contribute socially also. Rogues have forgotten the 2 words – Eve Teasing because of me. It’s needless to say - without me, pepper sprays wouldn’t be possible.
Tamarind: I can stupefy all you claim by what I am going to reveal to you now. When I am ripe, I am an excellent laxative (prevent constipation). My seeds, when crushed and mixed with water, are used to starch clothes. When mixed with water and salt, my pulp can be used to polish brass, copper and even silver.
Narrator: While these three spices jabber and fight it out, they have no clue who is watching them. It was none other that Goddess Annapurna – the goddess of food and aroma. She had heard the entire conversation and decides to impart knowledge to the 3 spices.
Goddess Annapurna: So which of you is the best?
Narrator: And they go out screaming almost in unison:
Salt: ME!!!
Chilly: ME!!
Tamarind: ME!!
Goddess Annapurna: Alright, I believe you. In fact, all three of you are worthy of holding that title just like any other spice which I have given birth to. All you of hold equal rights to that title or none at all. While you remembered your good qualities, you conveniently forgot your damaging properties.
Salt, do you realize that your excessive presence in the Sambhar can turn the entire preparation sour and ruin the taste of the dish as well as that of the person eating it.
And Chilly, you are present in a quantity more than required; you can set the person’s tongue on fire. And he will end up drinking so much water that he will have no stomach for any more Sambar.
Tamarind, while you impart an uncommon taste, your abundance in the Sambhar will make it so unusual that people will not term it Sambhar any more.
Narrator: As the goddess spoke, the 3 spices realized the importance of her wise words.
Goddess Annapurna: Remember it is not the individual spice that the people crave for. It is the combination of all your flavors that people relish. You can do justice to your individual flavors only when you have learnt to blend with each other’s to bring out that authentic taste of the famous South Indian Sambhar. Having said that I am sure you now understand your responsibilities.
Narrator: The 3 spices had learnt an invaluable lesson today. They pledged that they will give Rinchi patti her best Sambhar today; the Nair household will have their most delicious Sambar ever cooked in the history of South Indian Cooking.
That day, true to their words, the Nair household had their best ever Sambar and the entire family was complaining for more.
Credits
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Concept : Vishaal Janardhan a.k.a Bal HANUMAAN
Script : Rahul Bhansali
Motivation : Yashvir Karki
Friday, August 10, 2007
Shine on Em'
Song : Shine on Em'
Artist : Nas
Link : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_fFfFSX-D9w
{*Man Singing & Humming in Foreign Language*}
[Intro: Nas]
They wanna shine on 'em
Shine on 'em <-- 7X
Yeah
[Verse 1: Nas]
They dug me out the soil in the Mines of the Motherland
Now I'm misplaced, one hand to another hand
Illegal smugglin', people strugglin'
Wish they could just throw me back in the mud again
Yeah, guess that's how we got here
Slave Trade then the Diamond Trade
Every child's afraid
When his Mother and Father get sprayed
Forced in the Army, young killer Brigade
Gets a new name and then he give his nose glue
Til' his mind can't take what he's gon' through
Lookin' in that dirt for that ice so blue
Then The Royal Family, the ice goes to
And this thing has to change, feelin' half-ashamed
As I rap with my Platinum chain
When you shop for a gift for me
You think about the misery?
The same way we made Apartheid History
We can do the same thing to the conflict ice
But everybody wanna shine, right?
[HooK: Nas]
Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead
Everybody wants Diamonds without the Bloodshed
Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead
Everybody wants Diamonds without the Bloodshed
They wanna Shine on 'em
Shine on 'em <-- 7X
[Verse 2: Nas]
My VVS glimmers on my chest
200-thou-encrusted watch on my wrist
I wonder how people starve to death
When God bless the land that lacks the harvest
The stone's equality, but they homes are poverty
And the whole world ignores the robbery
Bought my girl pretty rocks when she's mad at me
Tear-drop shaped, uh, perfect Clarity
It shocks, so many are killed annually
'Cause of greed, lust, and pure Vanity
Stop talkin' and do somethin' about it
Every Holiday Season, Jewelry stores crowded
Kids snatched from their homes, Mutilated alive
Husbands separated from wives, keep a Jesus piece to be fly
But back in the day there was a time when they called us shine
[HooK: Nas]
Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead
Everybody wants Diamonds without the Bloodshed
Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead
Everybody wants Diamonds without the Bloodshed
They wanna shine on 'em
Shine on 'em <-- 7X
{*Man Singing & Humming in Foreign Language*}
Artist : Nas
Link : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_fFfFSX-D9w
{*Man Singing & Humming in Foreign Language*}
[Intro: Nas]
They wanna shine on 'em
Shine on 'em <-- 7X
Yeah
[Verse 1: Nas]
They dug me out the soil in the Mines of the Motherland
Now I'm misplaced, one hand to another hand
Illegal smugglin', people strugglin'
Wish they could just throw me back in the mud again
Yeah, guess that's how we got here
Slave Trade then the Diamond Trade
Every child's afraid
When his Mother and Father get sprayed
Forced in the Army, young killer Brigade
Gets a new name and then he give his nose glue
Til' his mind can't take what he's gon' through
Lookin' in that dirt for that ice so blue
Then The Royal Family, the ice goes to
And this thing has to change, feelin' half-ashamed
As I rap with my Platinum chain
When you shop for a gift for me
You think about the misery?
The same way we made Apartheid History
We can do the same thing to the conflict ice
But everybody wanna shine, right?
[HooK: Nas]
Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead
Everybody wants Diamonds without the Bloodshed
Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead
Everybody wants Diamonds without the Bloodshed
They wanna Shine on 'em
Shine on 'em <-- 7X
[Verse 2: Nas]
My VVS glimmers on my chest
200-thou-encrusted watch on my wrist
I wonder how people starve to death
When God bless the land that lacks the harvest
The stone's equality, but they homes are poverty
And the whole world ignores the robbery
Bought my girl pretty rocks when she's mad at me
Tear-drop shaped, uh, perfect Clarity
It shocks, so many are killed annually
'Cause of greed, lust, and pure Vanity
Stop talkin' and do somethin' about it
Every Holiday Season, Jewelry stores crowded
Kids snatched from their homes, Mutilated alive
Husbands separated from wives, keep a Jesus piece to be fly
But back in the day there was a time when they called us shine
[HooK: Nas]
Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead
Everybody wants Diamonds without the Bloodshed
Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead
Everybody wants Diamonds without the Bloodshed
They wanna shine on 'em
Shine on 'em <-- 7X
{*Man Singing & Humming in Foreign Language*}
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Real or Ideal - Crisis??
Did not think I will return to blogging with a topic as this. But I am thinking that if this did light a bulb in my head and pumped enough blood in my systems to make my fingers type this one out as a blog; then this will probably be best summarisation of what my mind has been thinking for the past 'I donno how many months'.
A recap to trace what 'probably' triggered such a thought process... I was a happy student when I got to know that I got a job in my first inerview. Frustrated when was on bench (as they call it in my profession - for being without work) for about a year. Excited when I got my first project. Tired and Frustrated with the way the Project was carried out. Relaxed and felt a sense of significant contribution when I completed my first project. Happy and hopeful when I started out on my second project. (Tired, frustrated and Demotivated) as well as (Motivated and Proud) at different times during the course of that project depending on either failing to change what I thought was incorrect around me or when I did make a difference by the work I did.
I am amazed at how the world can have these two kinds of people co-exist - the idealist and the realist. I think I began as a an idealist and am finding it very difficult to make the right choice of adjective to what explains my current state - 'matured or corrupted'. Matured - indicative of the part of me which is content that I have 'finally' got the sense to 'understand' the real world and fit myself in that. Corrupted - indicative of the guilt in me for having failed the idealist and perfectionist in me; dancing to the tunes of the world around me.
However, I do realise that while I 'think' that I will be able to settle down to any one of these position, I 'probably' might never be able to. I am not sure if that is the way we were designed to be or its a malfunction in with me.
A little while back I was having a conversation with a friend about the makers of fastest car in the world - Koenigsegg and contrasted that with Toyota which is now the world's largest manufacturer of automobiles. Both are achievers. One is the at the pinnacle of design, creativity and out there to challenge the kinetics while the other is setting precedent in the business of mass scale automobile manufacturing influencing a significant percentage of the world's population. This I think of :apple or microsoft ; a.r rahman or himesh reshammiya and the likes. Simply stating a choice between 'perfectionist' and 'popular'.
I can't think of any logic which can explain the irony in us being always taught to be ideal but end up 'realizing' the need of being real. ( You will know what I mean if you recall what u learnt in school and then try to apply them in your everyday life today. ) The idealists hang in there come what may, don't care about the benefits/loss they will reap cos the satisfaction they derive out of their creativity is more addictive than the scent of money/fame. These will eventually come to them. To make a choice as theirs is difficult not because its difficult but because more than half of the world thinks its difficult. So what should a person, in pursuit of building the world's fastest car, be treated as - guilty or smart, for lowering the bar he set for himself in begginning and raise it in a totally different area which allows him to sustain and manufacture stuff which sells? Is it smart/wrong to take the practical/easy way and think of survival than accomplishing what you thought was your belief to be done as 'right'?
Everyone goes through this period and 'seemingly' settles down into either categories of ppl. And thats what amazes me bout the way world works - a quite set of ppl who disprove all notions/fears of the greater majority of ppl and then have this greater majority of ppl who 'know' that they understand the way world works and plan every steps around this fact, with the aim of surviving and enjoying the simple pleasures of life. The world continues to exist with these 2 kinds of people and I wonder if ever a question is asked to either of them "Do you know what you seek in life?" that they both know the answers - Koenigsegg as well as Toyota. As for ppl like me, heres how it probably looks like :
So many emotions/questions/confusion within my self; so much that I wished 'should happen'; so much that I actually 'made happen'. The idealist in me seeking to solved this riddle; the realist in me wanting to 'finally' complete this long pending blog.
I am a different person from the start of this journey to where I stand now. May sound cliched but seldom do people realize, that with every single passing day, they can sense having discovered that one more hidden thing about themselves and be conscious of a yet another change in thier 'self', in response to the knowledge of that realization which is asking them this question again and again : Ideal or Real; having to decide to go either ways every single time. I did; am still doing. Will I be continuing this way?? Haven't got the slightest cue.
Have you figured it out yet ?
A recap to trace what 'probably' triggered such a thought process... I was a happy student when I got to know that I got a job in my first inerview. Frustrated when was on bench (as they call it in my profession - for being without work) for about a year. Excited when I got my first project. Tired and Frustrated with the way the Project was carried out. Relaxed and felt a sense of significant contribution when I completed my first project. Happy and hopeful when I started out on my second project. (Tired, frustrated and Demotivated) as well as (Motivated and Proud) at different times during the course of that project depending on either failing to change what I thought was incorrect around me or when I did make a difference by the work I did.
I am amazed at how the world can have these two kinds of people co-exist - the idealist and the realist. I think I began as a an idealist and am finding it very difficult to make the right choice of adjective to what explains my current state - 'matured or corrupted'. Matured - indicative of the part of me which is content that I have 'finally' got the sense to 'understand' the real world and fit myself in that. Corrupted - indicative of the guilt in me for having failed the idealist and perfectionist in me; dancing to the tunes of the world around me.
However, I do realise that while I 'think' that I will be able to settle down to any one of these position, I 'probably' might never be able to. I am not sure if that is the way we were designed to be or its a malfunction in with me.
A little while back I was having a conversation with a friend about the makers of fastest car in the world - Koenigsegg and contrasted that with Toyota which is now the world's largest manufacturer of automobiles. Both are achievers. One is the at the pinnacle of design, creativity and out there to challenge the kinetics while the other is setting precedent in the business of mass scale automobile manufacturing influencing a significant percentage of the world's population. This I think of :apple or microsoft ; a.r rahman or himesh reshammiya and the likes. Simply stating a choice between 'perfectionist' and 'popular'.
I can't think of any logic which can explain the irony in us being always taught to be ideal but end up 'realizing' the need of being real. ( You will know what I mean if you recall what u learnt in school and then try to apply them in your everyday life today. ) The idealists hang in there come what may, don't care about the benefits/loss they will reap cos the satisfaction they derive out of their creativity is more addictive than the scent of money/fame. These will eventually come to them. To make a choice as theirs is difficult not because its difficult but because more than half of the world thinks its difficult. So what should a person, in pursuit of building the world's fastest car, be treated as - guilty or smart, for lowering the bar he set for himself in begginning and raise it in a totally different area which allows him to sustain and manufacture stuff which sells? Is it smart/wrong to take the practical/easy way and think of survival than accomplishing what you thought was your belief to be done as 'right'?
Everyone goes through this period and 'seemingly' settles down into either categories of ppl. And thats what amazes me bout the way world works - a quite set of ppl who disprove all notions/fears of the greater majority of ppl and then have this greater majority of ppl who 'know' that they understand the way world works and plan every steps around this fact, with the aim of surviving and enjoying the simple pleasures of life. The world continues to exist with these 2 kinds of people and I wonder if ever a question is asked to either of them "Do you know what you seek in life?" that they both know the answers - Koenigsegg as well as Toyota. As for ppl like me, heres how it probably looks like :
So many emotions/questions/confusion within my self; so much that I wished 'should happen'; so much that I actually 'made happen'. The idealist in me seeking to solved this riddle; the realist in me wanting to 'finally' complete this long pending blog.
I am a different person from the start of this journey to where I stand now. May sound cliched but seldom do people realize, that with every single passing day, they can sense having discovered that one more hidden thing about themselves and be conscious of a yet another change in thier 'self', in response to the knowledge of that realization which is asking them this question again and again : Ideal or Real; having to decide to go either ways every single time. I did; am still doing. Will I be continuing this way?? Haven't got the slightest cue.
Have you figured it out yet ?
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Finally !!! Achieved Levitation !!
I am writing this blog under a heavy influence of alochol and so u are herewith forewarned of the many many spelling mistakes u will come across.
So I guess you must be intelligent enough to figure out what this blog is gonna be about. Yes, this is about me expressing how I feel when I am drunk (as I write each and every word, I am trying hard not to make any spellig mistakes. See the perfectionist in me is still awake, somehow).
What do I feel this very instant ?? As if I have got a pair of invisible wings and am flying... feel so very light... the 2 sides of my head seemed to have been blocked by stop corks (the ones we used in chemistry labs) and as if my head is separated from the rest of my body, as if my eyes are popping out. I feel there are 2 ppl living in my body right now... one of them is asking me to stay awake and complete the office work (and complete this blog)... the other is telling me to dance around and make a fool of myself and let everybody around me know that I am trying hard but no matter how hard, am not able to control myself from dozing off..
So how did I end up getting drunk ? You must not be believing me.. right.. I mean.. how is it possible that Rahul got drunk?? trust me.. it wasn't planned at all.. while chopping onions for our lunch, Anand Dubey (my landlord kept offering me Saki or Sake' - Japanese rice wine - 18% alcohol; I think 3 pegs.) and there I was climbing the stairs to heaven with each shot I took.
I remember having asked him 2 days back as to how do you reach the stage of "intoxication" and he told me that u just need to drink a little more than the "just one peg that I was restricting myself to and then the most important thing - company."
After about 10 mins the bulb just went blank in my head in that instant I realized that I have reached the "near perfect state of mind". I tried hard to go and concentrate on my work, but too bad after about 10 mins , my eyebrows felt heavier and heavier and then a bulb (of a different kind) light and a voice within me told that yes, I am not in control of myself and i need to stop. That I need to sleep and then resume my work when I am awake.
Am currently having the "asli" Dal Makhni (in the words of Anand), and rice. Probably the "best-est" food I ever had since my arrival in Anchorage. In fact the best ever Dal Makhni in my life. Somehow I fee that as I am writing this blog, I am probably not going into the state of sleeping and relaxing myself. Hence, I guess, I will relish the second round of my delicious food and then go ahead and sleep for about 2 hours before resuming work.
Do not forget to congratulate me if I was able to complete this blog without any spelling mistakes ;o)
So I guess you must be intelligent enough to figure out what this blog is gonna be about. Yes, this is about me expressing how I feel when I am drunk (as I write each and every word, I am trying hard not to make any spellig mistakes. See the perfectionist in me is still awake, somehow).
What do I feel this very instant ?? As if I have got a pair of invisible wings and am flying... feel so very light... the 2 sides of my head seemed to have been blocked by stop corks (the ones we used in chemistry labs) and as if my head is separated from the rest of my body, as if my eyes are popping out. I feel there are 2 ppl living in my body right now... one of them is asking me to stay awake and complete the office work (and complete this blog)... the other is telling me to dance around and make a fool of myself and let everybody around me know that I am trying hard but no matter how hard, am not able to control myself from dozing off..
So how did I end up getting drunk ? You must not be believing me.. right.. I mean.. how is it possible that Rahul got drunk?? trust me.. it wasn't planned at all.. while chopping onions for our lunch, Anand Dubey (my landlord kept offering me Saki or Sake' - Japanese rice wine - 18% alcohol; I think 3 pegs.) and there I was climbing the stairs to heaven with each shot I took.
I remember having asked him 2 days back as to how do you reach the stage of "intoxication" and he told me that u just need to drink a little more than the "just one peg that I was restricting myself to and then the most important thing - company."
After about 10 mins the bulb just went blank in my head in that instant I realized that I have reached the "near perfect state of mind". I tried hard to go and concentrate on my work, but too bad after about 10 mins , my eyebrows felt heavier and heavier and then a bulb (of a different kind) light and a voice within me told that yes, I am not in control of myself and i need to stop. That I need to sleep and then resume my work when I am awake.
Am currently having the "asli" Dal Makhni (in the words of Anand), and rice. Probably the "best-est" food I ever had since my arrival in Anchorage. In fact the best ever Dal Makhni in my life. Somehow I fee that as I am writing this blog, I am probably not going into the state of sleeping and relaxing myself. Hence, I guess, I will relish the second round of my delicious food and then go ahead and sleep for about 2 hours before resuming work.
Do not forget to congratulate me if I was able to complete this blog without any spelling mistakes ;o)
Sunday, March 11, 2007
To sense the pleasure again
I have been the lazy me for sometime now and I reached the brim for the part of me which gets saturated very soon. So call it back to square one or completing a circle, I finally felt like penning down something.
Even as I 'feel' that I 'want' to write, I haven't figured out which emotion in me should take precedence. Its been over 2 and half months here in Anchorage now and I will be moving to a new home tomorrow. My current state is - tired, groaning in pain cos of the ache in my neck and head(ironing 2 weeks clothes, washing utensils, packing my bags - of which neither is complete yet) , and crazy enough to just stop everything around me and write this blog.
The whole thought of worting a blog was triggered when friend frostatmidnite scrapped me and was like 'u haven't blogged' for sometime now. I kept telling myself that I shud write and its already over 2 weeks since then. I began feeling that I am probably lying to myself and may be I do not feel that pleasure of writing anymore within me which is why I was talking so long to pull myself together. Its hard to describe, but its kinda like that emotion within you which gives you that last boost of will to fight just when u felt that u have lost it all and then u rise from dust.
I am already enjoying seeing these words form this blog of mine and sense the very same pleasure which I felt when I wrote my heart out in my previous blogs. This blog is still a mixture of many things which I wanted to blog about but did not.
I cud make this blog about my current project and all the ups and downs I have been through; or my stay in Vashi (for the project of course) where I made some of my dearest friends whom I limitlessly adore; or I cud express the changes I have felt within myself over the duration of my current project in which I started out as a team member and am currently playing the role of an on-site co-ordinator. But I may not not be able to write them out here cos it aint' right to write bout professional stuff out in the public domain.
Then I think that I could write about the bumpiest ride I had trying to reach Anchorage. Lemme put it in short cos I can't resist : I travelled from chennai to frankfurt to denver (over night stay) to seattle (over night stay) to Jeanu to some three other stops (kenai, Petersburg i guess am not sure of their names now) and then finally to Anchorage after travelling for 4 days instead of 2 days and visiting 6 location in the transit instead of 2. There a lot that happened in that travel time, but I guess will have that as a separate post.
The next thing that hits my mind is probably the life in Anchorage and (I guess thats what most of this post is gonna be) the cold and the beauty filling the air, and its people. I have met some of the most beautiful ppl here - my client and a good friend Mike Robbins and his wife Debbie. I owe it to them for making my stay here as comfortable as it could be. No amount of gratitude can make up for their love and care. "Debbie is my American mommie", is what I say when any one asks me about Debbie. Spending a day at office without Mike is probably the hardest thing to do, cos I have got so used to his company, his jokes, his thoughts, his expectations, his magic, his choice of music (including his "crap") and everything about him that makes him so wonderful.
Some of the other ppl without whom this brief sketch of life in Anchorage would be incomplete include Craig Fisher - who also happens to be working on the same project as mine. Witty, smart and a cool guy who took me out for Snow Machining - which happens to be the one of the most craziest things I have done in my entire life (as far as adventure goes).
I went for my first lessons on Sking with Aashish Chowdry and boy I'll just can't forget the numerous falls I had before sking down the slope smoothly in my second climb. Aashish was on a 2 day visit to Anchorage and I spent some good moments with him over dinner and the ride to the Hill Top Sking area.
Bill Smith, the Alaskan who knows just the right way to tickle the muscles in ur body by doing things as unimaginable as a pole dance for you in office and making it so very "visual" (in his own words) that u roll off your seat. He is one smart and humorous person and I fall of my seat when I have both Bill and Mike in front of me. Thats a dangerous combination and the result is some unreal wacky and crazy imagination drives which the two of them put me through and I can't help catching my stomach cos the excessive laughter makes it difficult to bear the pain.
Then there is Mike Broadhead - the "nerd" who always has his room dark, sitting on the seat in a mannerwhich will give u the impression that he is hibernating and can slip any moment. The first thing that strikes my mind when someone mentions the name "Broadhead" is "the king of wit and sarcasm." He has got this cold look in his eyes when he speaks, which makes his sarcasm and wit even more interesting. Its a joy to watch both Mikes (Robbins and Broadhead) trying to outwit each other. Thats is one sight I would never wanna miss (lest they both start picking on me. ).
There are many others whom I would love to write about and I know will surely do in my next posts. for now heres the link to my webalbum : http://picasaweb.google.com/rahul.2111
Somewhere within me, I feel that I do not want to leave this place. I have learnt and observed so much more within me in the past 2 months. There were times when I was angry, sad, alone... at one point i felt that the solitude would drive me insane. But, I guess, its the same spirit within all of us, which always pushes us to stretch a little more to see us through tough times towards a better life. Thinking of Mike and Debbie, I remember the good times I had here and then all I can picture is the beautiful Alaska. Both of them were there always whenever I needed them and I know as I write this that parting away from them is gonna be the hardest part of my stay in Alaska. And I know I would wanna hug them and cry within as I leave this special couple in the end of April.
I am inviting them for dinner tomorrow before I move out of my present home to my new shelter tomorrow. Still have loads of clothes to iron , utensils to clean and my bags to pack so I guess, I will return to relish the joy and having had experienced the pleasure of writing yet again and continue with my chores.
Even as I 'feel' that I 'want' to write, I haven't figured out which emotion in me should take precedence. Its been over 2 and half months here in Anchorage now and I will be moving to a new home tomorrow. My current state is - tired, groaning in pain cos of the ache in my neck and head(ironing 2 weeks clothes, washing utensils, packing my bags - of which neither is complete yet) , and crazy enough to just stop everything around me and write this blog.
The whole thought of worting a blog was triggered when friend frostatmidnite scrapped me and was like 'u haven't blogged' for sometime now. I kept telling myself that I shud write and its already over 2 weeks since then. I began feeling that I am probably lying to myself and may be I do not feel that pleasure of writing anymore within me which is why I was talking so long to pull myself together. Its hard to describe, but its kinda like that emotion within you which gives you that last boost of will to fight just when u felt that u have lost it all and then u rise from dust.
I am already enjoying seeing these words form this blog of mine and sense the very same pleasure which I felt when I wrote my heart out in my previous blogs. This blog is still a mixture of many things which I wanted to blog about but did not.
I cud make this blog about my current project and all the ups and downs I have been through; or my stay in Vashi (for the project of course) where I made some of my dearest friends whom I limitlessly adore; or I cud express the changes I have felt within myself over the duration of my current project in which I started out as a team member and am currently playing the role of an on-site co-ordinator. But I may not not be able to write them out here cos it aint' right to write bout professional stuff out in the public domain.
Then I think that I could write about the bumpiest ride I had trying to reach Anchorage. Lemme put it in short cos I can't resist : I travelled from chennai to frankfurt to denver (over night stay) to seattle (over night stay) to Jeanu to some three other stops (kenai, Petersburg i guess am not sure of their names now) and then finally to Anchorage after travelling for 4 days instead of 2 days and visiting 6 location in the transit instead of 2. There a lot that happened in that travel time, but I guess will have that as a separate post.
The next thing that hits my mind is probably the life in Anchorage and (I guess thats what most of this post is gonna be) the cold and the beauty filling the air, and its people. I have met some of the most beautiful ppl here - my client and a good friend Mike Robbins and his wife Debbie. I owe it to them for making my stay here as comfortable as it could be. No amount of gratitude can make up for their love and care. "Debbie is my American mommie", is what I say when any one asks me about Debbie. Spending a day at office without Mike is probably the hardest thing to do, cos I have got so used to his company, his jokes, his thoughts, his expectations, his magic, his choice of music (including his "crap") and everything about him that makes him so wonderful.
Some of the other ppl without whom this brief sketch of life in Anchorage would be incomplete include Craig Fisher - who also happens to be working on the same project as mine. Witty, smart and a cool guy who took me out for Snow Machining - which happens to be the one of the most craziest things I have done in my entire life (as far as adventure goes).
I went for my first lessons on Sking with Aashish Chowdry and boy I'll just can't forget the numerous falls I had before sking down the slope smoothly in my second climb. Aashish was on a 2 day visit to Anchorage and I spent some good moments with him over dinner and the ride to the Hill Top Sking area.
Bill Smith, the Alaskan who knows just the right way to tickle the muscles in ur body by doing things as unimaginable as a pole dance for you in office and making it so very "visual" (in his own words) that u roll off your seat. He is one smart and humorous person and I fall of my seat when I have both Bill and Mike in front of me. Thats a dangerous combination and the result is some unreal wacky and crazy imagination drives which the two of them put me through and I can't help catching my stomach cos the excessive laughter makes it difficult to bear the pain.
Then there is Mike Broadhead - the "nerd" who always has his room dark, sitting on the seat in a mannerwhich will give u the impression that he is hibernating and can slip any moment. The first thing that strikes my mind when someone mentions the name "Broadhead" is "the king of wit and sarcasm." He has got this cold look in his eyes when he speaks, which makes his sarcasm and wit even more interesting. Its a joy to watch both Mikes (Robbins and Broadhead) trying to outwit each other. Thats is one sight I would never wanna miss (lest they both start picking on me. ).
There are many others whom I would love to write about and I know will surely do in my next posts. for now heres the link to my webalbum : http://picasaweb.google.com/rahul.2111
Somewhere within me, I feel that I do not want to leave this place. I have learnt and observed so much more within me in the past 2 months. There were times when I was angry, sad, alone... at one point i felt that the solitude would drive me insane. But, I guess, its the same spirit within all of us, which always pushes us to stretch a little more to see us through tough times towards a better life. Thinking of Mike and Debbie, I remember the good times I had here and then all I can picture is the beautiful Alaska. Both of them were there always whenever I needed them and I know as I write this that parting away from them is gonna be the hardest part of my stay in Alaska. And I know I would wanna hug them and cry within as I leave this special couple in the end of April.
I am inviting them for dinner tomorrow before I move out of my present home to my new shelter tomorrow. Still have loads of clothes to iron , utensils to clean and my bags to pack so I guess, I will return to relish the joy and having had experienced the pleasure of writing yet again and continue with my chores.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
My search for the perfect one ends !
“Light at the end of a real long long long dark tunnel.” That’s precisely how I felt when I stood there in amazement. My eyes reflecting mixed emotions - disbelief, tiredness, satisfaction… I held in my hands what I now regard the softest skin in this entire universe. The touch … I can still feel it on my fingertips. A perfect creation – so simple yet so sophisticated; beauty and elegance par excellence… I forgot almost everything at that instant; it was a moment between us. Oh yeah! I had just discovered what I am gonna be passionate about for a long long time to come. Now that my dream of a perfect companion has finally materialized, I can sit back and recall my odyssey / ordeal, if I may call it so.
My search can be best described as a wild goose chase of sorts; I had no clue whatsoever of what I was really looking for. The only thing I ever knew was that mine must be unlike any guy could ever boast of. When I put my best foot forward with my companion, people should just stop and turn to look at the perfect pair we make. Well that’s the sort of vague search criterion that resided in my mind for over a month.
4 weeks back
There was this party and I see all these guys around me have one, except me. Feeling like an outcast, desperation filled my heart. Not 'just' any one, but the best one; the perfect one. I kept telling myself that If I dint find one that matched the description in my cranium, I wud turn insane. And I kept getting trailers of that during the special monsoon showers which Ill shortly be coming to.
Not knowing where to begin with, and with the kind of indecisive male I am, I took my problem straight to my dad - One stop for all my issues. As we all know it nothing in this world comes for free; neither did the help from dad. He started with his usual gyaan – “How many times have I told you, that u its high time u should have decided upon one. You are 23yrs old; people, society and blah… blah… everybody watches when u go out… and blah… blah…” That was the shower I was talking about, monsoon was yet to arrive. Despite all this I was hoping dad’s experience could be put to good use; I remember him saying, “When I was of ur age I had 4-5 of them in my kitty and all of them at the same time …” and there went his collar up!
3 weeks back
My family and I were visiting the Chennai City Centre – the latest and the biggest… (... ‘Manufacturer of people’, if I may call it so). Seriously, it feels as if the place is oozing with people and somewhere there was this weird pop-corn types of machine from which hundreds of people kept popping out every second. There was this “Sale” going on in the Lifestyle and my dad kept telling me, it’s the right time and right place to look for; difficult to find a larger variety than now, especially with so many people dropping in. I agreed with his analysis.
Somehow I doubted if it could all happen so easily. I mean, u walk into a shopping mall which is like buzzing with over a thousand people and still be able to happily walk out with one.
Even before my dad enquired, my mind was racing, competing with Schumi (I guess...), trying to find a convincing and fitting description of something even I was not very sure of. Alas, before I could begin using my brains, the inevitable question pops-up - "What exactly are u looking for?" It simply had to. So there I went with half my mind going left and other I donno where, I started with a vague description, to buy little more time. “It simply has to be unique, and ….” Disgusted with my beating around the bush I told with conviction in my voice, "Am looking for one with a tanned skin." “Huh?!” came the response. Obviously, he was not very impressed. But I remained adamant and that put him off. (I wish I cud tell him even Salma Hayek, one of the hottest dames, has a tanned skin. Of course, the comparison is a little far fetched, but as long as its tanned skin, I am happy). So now I was left alone on the 2nd floor to choose whatever interested me.
The problem, is not when there aren’t any, at least u know there aren’t any; the problem is when there are so damn many to choose from – long, short, Chinese, German, French, Italian… fair white, wheatish, dark skinned. While each one of them was interesting, I knew only a tanned skin would satisfy me. It wasn’t my day, just not. Returned home and now came the much awaited monsoon showers from every corner - my mom, dad, brother… And the worst thing was, while we all had gone looking for me, my brother was able to decide upon one for himself – short and of Chinese origin. Everyone went on to add, that I must have chosen a similar one. I pitied my ears… so this was the latest argument I was supposed to digest, that if not anything, choose what ur brother chooses. I mean is this Mahabharata and are we the Pandavas or something? Anything more about that day and ill loose my entire mood to write so we’ll move on.
The next two weeks I was occupied with some work at office and actually dint have the mood to continue my search. So they went eventless.
1 week back
It was evening and my dad convinced me to continue my search. I gave in cos by now I had returned to my normal self of desperation. When asked where we were heading, he replied, “Vepery and Pyriamid”. “Wow! Dad knows the right places to look in for. Hmmm…” I thought. Incidentally, there’s a working women’s hostel and a girls college too in that area. He assured me, that he will not discourage me in any ways and will go by my choice, whatsoever. Well, we ended up searching the place for more than 2 hours and returning home empty handed. This time dad was silent, but my mom and brother decided to play the thunder and lightning respectively. “Phew, another wasted week”, I thought.
Lying in my bed that night I thought, may be it really was a wild goose chase, may be I never will get the one I desire, may I should just listen to my parent and settle down with just about anything. Looking up at the night sky, I cud see it was just impossible to bridge the divide between dream and reality.
The past week
It’s a Wednesday, and my boss informs me that I may be deputed to Vaashi (in Mumbai) for a period of 6 months. Back home, mom and dad are in an all-senti mood as I am supposed to leave the coming Sunday. As for me, I was happy to be going o the new place. I appeared excited about it. However, behind the sparkle in my eyes, and the smile on my face, my dad could probably figure that I wud be leaving without a sense of completeness.
Next two days, I am occupied with my work.
Weekend arrives. Dad hands over the command to mom to accomplish the search mission. Its Saturday, and after a whole day of shopping, my mom is still not tired. She tells everything was done except for the one I had been craving for like ages now. She was reluctant to return home empty handed.
The Scene: Lifestyle, 2nd floor, 5 P.M.
I stand there wondering if “history repeats itself” was gonna turn true. My brain was happily creating horrible illusions of scenes which would best suit in any torturing family drama on Star TV. Pity the viewers. Pity me now? I was glancing around, when suddenly came a voice from within, “NO!” what was I looking at? I was simply awe-struck by the beauty in front of me. An aura of silence seemed to have surrounded me. And then suddenly, it seemed like the climax of MI-1, everything was falling into place, all the partial images had pieced together to take the form of what lay elegantly couched in front of me. I knew this was it – the moment I had been waiting for. Everything was just perfect, the perfect curves and shape, the flawless tanned skin. Mann, I cud even sense the tenderness of the skin 3 meters away.
I stepped forward, and just did what my heart told me to – lay my hands on supposedly a genius’s creation. I managed to snuggle my fingers into the hollow which felt like all cushion-cushion.
Ill kill the suspense here... so u wanna see my companion?
The geniuses were the craftsmen at Club Tree – makers of genuine leather shoes, wallets, belts, and other accessories. And this where my story of my search for the perfect shoes get over. Now ain’t I ready to put my best foot forward?
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I really enjoyed posting this one. May not be the best one if i have to go by the readers' standards. Anyways, i'd like u to know that i had no idea of writing a blog thanks to my laziness.. until this real cute friend of mine gives me a tip to write on my search for shoes. weird na... but i enjoyed it all through.. Well she did have a lot of nice things to say bout me in her own blog - http://frostatmidnite.blogspot.com but i cannot equal a writer of her calibre - one of the very few "best" writers i have known. Do check out her blogs for some real interesting stuff... ull surely get hooked to it just like i have. Thankx Mots. And for all those ppl who wish to congratulate me on the simply stunning photograph which i have over here, I'd like to confess (to be read as Thankx ) Sneh was patient enough to edit the snap perfect to my expectations. I love that snap.
My search can be best described as a wild goose chase of sorts; I had no clue whatsoever of what I was really looking for. The only thing I ever knew was that mine must be unlike any guy could ever boast of. When I put my best foot forward with my companion, people should just stop and turn to look at the perfect pair we make. Well that’s the sort of vague search criterion that resided in my mind for over a month.
4 weeks back
There was this party and I see all these guys around me have one, except me. Feeling like an outcast, desperation filled my heart. Not 'just' any one, but the best one; the perfect one. I kept telling myself that If I dint find one that matched the description in my cranium, I wud turn insane. And I kept getting trailers of that during the special monsoon showers which Ill shortly be coming to.
Not knowing where to begin with, and with the kind of indecisive male I am, I took my problem straight to my dad - One stop for all my issues. As we all know it nothing in this world comes for free; neither did the help from dad. He started with his usual gyaan – “How many times have I told you, that u its high time u should have decided upon one. You are 23yrs old; people, society and blah… blah… everybody watches when u go out… and blah… blah…” That was the shower I was talking about, monsoon was yet to arrive. Despite all this I was hoping dad’s experience could be put to good use; I remember him saying, “When I was of ur age I had 4-5 of them in my kitty and all of them at the same time …” and there went his collar up!
3 weeks back
My family and I were visiting the Chennai City Centre – the latest and the biggest… (... ‘Manufacturer of people’, if I may call it so). Seriously, it feels as if the place is oozing with people and somewhere there was this weird pop-corn types of machine from which hundreds of people kept popping out every second. There was this “Sale” going on in the Lifestyle and my dad kept telling me, it’s the right time and right place to look for; difficult to find a larger variety than now, especially with so many people dropping in. I agreed with his analysis.
Somehow I doubted if it could all happen so easily. I mean, u walk into a shopping mall which is like buzzing with over a thousand people and still be able to happily walk out with one.
Even before my dad enquired, my mind was racing, competing with Schumi (I guess...), trying to find a convincing and fitting description of something even I was not very sure of. Alas, before I could begin using my brains, the inevitable question pops-up - "What exactly are u looking for?" It simply had to. So there I went with half my mind going left and other I donno where, I started with a vague description, to buy little more time. “It simply has to be unique, and ….” Disgusted with my beating around the bush I told with conviction in my voice, "Am looking for one with a tanned skin." “Huh?!” came the response. Obviously, he was not very impressed. But I remained adamant and that put him off. (I wish I cud tell him even Salma Hayek, one of the hottest dames, has a tanned skin. Of course, the comparison is a little far fetched, but as long as its tanned skin, I am happy). So now I was left alone on the 2nd floor to choose whatever interested me.
The problem, is not when there aren’t any, at least u know there aren’t any; the problem is when there are so damn many to choose from – long, short, Chinese, German, French, Italian… fair white, wheatish, dark skinned. While each one of them was interesting, I knew only a tanned skin would satisfy me. It wasn’t my day, just not. Returned home and now came the much awaited monsoon showers from every corner - my mom, dad, brother… And the worst thing was, while we all had gone looking for me, my brother was able to decide upon one for himself – short and of Chinese origin. Everyone went on to add, that I must have chosen a similar one. I pitied my ears… so this was the latest argument I was supposed to digest, that if not anything, choose what ur brother chooses. I mean is this Mahabharata and are we the Pandavas or something? Anything more about that day and ill loose my entire mood to write so we’ll move on.
The next two weeks I was occupied with some work at office and actually dint have the mood to continue my search. So they went eventless.
1 week back
It was evening and my dad convinced me to continue my search. I gave in cos by now I had returned to my normal self of desperation. When asked where we were heading, he replied, “Vepery and Pyriamid”. “Wow! Dad knows the right places to look in for. Hmmm…” I thought. Incidentally, there’s a working women’s hostel and a girls college too in that area. He assured me, that he will not discourage me in any ways and will go by my choice, whatsoever. Well, we ended up searching the place for more than 2 hours and returning home empty handed. This time dad was silent, but my mom and brother decided to play the thunder and lightning respectively. “Phew, another wasted week”, I thought.
Lying in my bed that night I thought, may be it really was a wild goose chase, may be I never will get the one I desire, may I should just listen to my parent and settle down with just about anything. Looking up at the night sky, I cud see it was just impossible to bridge the divide between dream and reality.
The past week
It’s a Wednesday, and my boss informs me that I may be deputed to Vaashi (in Mumbai) for a period of 6 months. Back home, mom and dad are in an all-senti mood as I am supposed to leave the coming Sunday. As for me, I was happy to be going o the new place. I appeared excited about it. However, behind the sparkle in my eyes, and the smile on my face, my dad could probably figure that I wud be leaving without a sense of completeness.
Next two days, I am occupied with my work.
Weekend arrives. Dad hands over the command to mom to accomplish the search mission. Its Saturday, and after a whole day of shopping, my mom is still not tired. She tells everything was done except for the one I had been craving for like ages now. She was reluctant to return home empty handed.
The Scene: Lifestyle, 2nd floor, 5 P.M.
I stand there wondering if “history repeats itself” was gonna turn true. My brain was happily creating horrible illusions of scenes which would best suit in any torturing family drama on Star TV. Pity the viewers. Pity me now? I was glancing around, when suddenly came a voice from within, “NO!” what was I looking at? I was simply awe-struck by the beauty in front of me. An aura of silence seemed to have surrounded me. And then suddenly, it seemed like the climax of MI-1, everything was falling into place, all the partial images had pieced together to take the form of what lay elegantly couched in front of me. I knew this was it – the moment I had been waiting for. Everything was just perfect, the perfect curves and shape, the flawless tanned skin. Mann, I cud even sense the tenderness of the skin 3 meters away.
I stepped forward, and just did what my heart told me to – lay my hands on supposedly a genius’s creation. I managed to snuggle my fingers into the hollow which felt like all cushion-cushion.
Ill kill the suspense here... so u wanna see my companion?
The geniuses were the craftsmen at Club Tree – makers of genuine leather shoes, wallets, belts, and other accessories. And this where my story of my search for the perfect shoes get over. Now ain’t I ready to put my best foot forward?
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
I really enjoyed posting this one. May not be the best one if i have to go by the readers' standards. Anyways, i'd like u to know that i had no idea of writing a blog thanks to my laziness.. until this real cute friend of mine gives me a tip to write on my search for shoes. weird na... but i enjoyed it all through.. Well she did have a lot of nice things to say bout me in her own blog - http://frostatmidnite.blogspot.com but i cannot equal a writer of her calibre - one of the very few "best" writers i have known. Do check out her blogs for some real interesting stuff... ull surely get hooked to it just like i have. Thankx Mots. And for all those ppl who wish to congratulate me on the simply stunning photograph which i have over here, I'd like to confess (to be read as Thankx ) Sneh was patient enough to edit the snap perfect to my expectations. I love that snap.
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