I thought of writing.
But I lack a subject and so writing could be difficult to deal with. I hate structure also, may be my carelessness exhibits this trait of mine, I adore flexibility.
So what I’ll write here is the flight my thoughts have taken and would try analyse the trajectory behind it.
Woke up, hangover. Slept Again.
Only to find out on waking up again that my folks have gone to office(M on vacation to my Native Place, Indore) to perform the task that society has so blatantly gifted them in order to survive in this “selfless” world, after meticulously calculating their degrees, area of expertise that is being forced upon them and comfortably ignoring the fact that they could be good at something else. Well a bit of a rebellion here and there.
Went out to shopping, at 1045Hrs: To realize that shops are closed. So I strolled on the roads which looks so familiar as I’ve spent all my childhood here, yet so distant and suddenly a strange realization hit me that even though I’ve been hatched and ‘ve dwelled at this place for 18 years, I have never walked on these roads and a smile lit up, I started enjoying the trip. Bought three formal shirts 2 for my folks one for my bro and one jeans- for me. Just wondering how they would feel when they will look at it. Three arrow shirts and a lee jeans: Rs5k, A look on your father’s face un-rapping the shirts- Priceless, there are some things money can’t buy-for everything else, you-need-to-slog-your-ass-down-the-drain card.
Done my bit of shopping and came home at about 1300Hrs, the time when my folks will hit the house for lunch. Had lunch beaming with excitement over the new read that I purchased a while ago, my first in the J K Rowling series Harry Potter and the philosophers stone (Why didn’t I read it before), and Jeffery Archers The Prodigal Daughter, the second in series after Kane and abel. After going through a painful book on Transaction theory and game analysis, Interesting but complicated I thought I need some elves and goblins and magic masala. I’m happyyyyyy I’ll start with Rowling.
Had lunch, folks went to their respective second abode again, I switched on the TV, the heater and 20-20 match was on air, though I hate watching matches but 20-20 can be tolerated a fair bit more then one day and Eternal Test Matches, I often m afraid whenever there’s a test match going on, put this TV for some good use rather then tick tock complimented with insane commentary of Siddhu. Bhajji and irfan I guess(M lousy with names of cricketers), ran to catch a ball and even though they had it, they dropped it. A friggin crucial wicket, dropped. Bhajji smiled. I smiled, better luck next time.
Anyways, I went out, passed by a house where loud music was being played, I heard some noises coming out young guys having ball of a time and I started missing college days. Just that very moment I thought I’ll get through ISB. I have a trace of doubt that I wont be able to make it. What if. They expect even more.
What I’m eternally afraid of is dark, which takes everything within and yet would not show a slightest iota of discomfort, it leaves me speechless, insecure, just cuz one of my senses is devoid of functioning in dark, how much we’re dependent on them, imagine people who have lost it forever. Smile for you have it and the guts who live life without it. I remember a story from readers digest where they gift a painting to the colleague who was blind, just to make him feel that he’s no different. No body wants a tag that shows you are “Politically Privileged”
I don’t know why and how scandals came into picture or rather exist, when secrets are not to be kept or are loosely locked up.
I went to a park nearby, it use to boast of lush green meadow and fountains neatly coupled with trees, spic and span, I use to take sweety(my pet dog) out for a walk over there and she use to run here and there, not for her own comfort but to let us know how much is to be discovered in things which we casually choose to ignore, after some point in time I was sure that it wasn’t us who adopted sufi, it was sufi who adopted us(J S at TOI edit.). Coming back to the park, now when I saw the park it was messy, the fountains were dying of thirst, and there are leaves falling from trees which were scattered all around, it was looking… very beautiful, grass have a bed-sheet now to face this cold the bed-sheet of leaves, however rusted they may be but once they come out of tress and become lifeless, they form a part of reproduction. I thought that nature is best if not tempered with. I looked at it again and a smile lit up.
Then I saw a dry cleaner at the housing row that is behind my house, that man who use to run it has made a two storey bungalow out of his shabby looking house, and then I recalled my entire row where 90% of the houses stand two stories tall, erect, showing confidence on “perhaps” booming Indian economy, my clients says that it (GDP-9%) only favors metropolitan cities and stock market, now I have an example to prove my point, cuz when we first shifted here some14 yrs ago it was all single story row of houses being built by housing board, looking like clones of each other. All the neighbor use to have kids of my age, leave aside one or two, boys use to go and study at St. Pauls school(Masculine), girls to Sofia(Feminine) or Modern(By). How come all the people who are living in that vicinity have more or less the same demographics, I don’t want to get into it. May be every one got prosperous as they saved penny by penny to reach here where most of the kids I knew off are working everywhere but Indore. Immediately I recalled the crushes and love triangles, the gossips that use to take place at that time. Bubblegum Romance. Yes once again I smiled.
No matter how many complexities and problems may be cropping up around you, you don’t need reason, situation, possessions, places and faces to cheer you up, you just need to look around and you’ll find million reasons to smile and to say what the heck, what can deter me from feeling good, after all its not the destination that makes life worth living but the journey towards it. Stay focused but not so much that you loose the essence of your destination.
Why???? You may be wondering.
At the end of the day even if you become Gates of software or Khan of bollywood, you will get used to it. Imagine the first time you bought yourself a new phone with countless Turn-Me-On-Too features that you seldom use now…baby cuz you are used to it. Enjoy the journey while it last, trust me the manzil is not as exciting as the journey.
Ingredients: Face and a Curve, pointing towards sky.
Adios: I have to talk to Harry Potter…Nice Laddie huh
But I lack a subject and so writing could be difficult to deal with. I hate structure also, may be my carelessness exhibits this trait of mine, I adore flexibility.
So what I’ll write here is the flight my thoughts have taken and would try analyse the trajectory behind it.
Woke up, hangover. Slept Again.
Only to find out on waking up again that my folks have gone to office(M on vacation to my Native Place, Indore) to perform the task that society has so blatantly gifted them in order to survive in this “selfless” world, after meticulously calculating their degrees, area of expertise that is being forced upon them and comfortably ignoring the fact that they could be good at something else. Well a bit of a rebellion here and there.
Went out to shopping, at 1045Hrs: To realize that shops are closed. So I strolled on the roads which looks so familiar as I’ve spent all my childhood here, yet so distant and suddenly a strange realization hit me that even though I’ve been hatched and ‘ve dwelled at this place for 18 years, I have never walked on these roads and a smile lit up, I started enjoying the trip. Bought three formal shirts 2 for my folks one for my bro and one jeans- for me. Just wondering how they would feel when they will look at it. Three arrow shirts and a lee jeans: Rs5k, A look on your father’s face un-rapping the shirts- Priceless, there are some things money can’t buy-for everything else, you-need-to-slog-your-ass-down-the-drain card.
Done my bit of shopping and came home at about 1300Hrs, the time when my folks will hit the house for lunch. Had lunch beaming with excitement over the new read that I purchased a while ago, my first in the J K Rowling series Harry Potter and the philosophers stone (Why didn’t I read it before), and Jeffery Archers The Prodigal Daughter, the second in series after Kane and abel. After going through a painful book on Transaction theory and game analysis, Interesting but complicated I thought I need some elves and goblins and magic masala. I’m happyyyyyy I’ll start with Rowling.
Had lunch, folks went to their respective second abode again, I switched on the TV, the heater and 20-20 match was on air, though I hate watching matches but 20-20 can be tolerated a fair bit more then one day and Eternal Test Matches, I often m afraid whenever there’s a test match going on, put this TV for some good use rather then tick tock complimented with insane commentary of Siddhu. Bhajji and irfan I guess(M lousy with names of cricketers), ran to catch a ball and even though they had it, they dropped it. A friggin crucial wicket, dropped. Bhajji smiled. I smiled, better luck next time.
Anyways, I went out, passed by a house where loud music was being played, I heard some noises coming out young guys having ball of a time and I started missing college days. Just that very moment I thought I’ll get through ISB. I have a trace of doubt that I wont be able to make it. What if. They expect even more.
What I’m eternally afraid of is dark, which takes everything within and yet would not show a slightest iota of discomfort, it leaves me speechless, insecure, just cuz one of my senses is devoid of functioning in dark, how much we’re dependent on them, imagine people who have lost it forever. Smile for you have it and the guts who live life without it. I remember a story from readers digest where they gift a painting to the colleague who was blind, just to make him feel that he’s no different. No body wants a tag that shows you are “Politically Privileged”
I don’t know why and how scandals came into picture or rather exist, when secrets are not to be kept or are loosely locked up.
I went to a park nearby, it use to boast of lush green meadow and fountains neatly coupled with trees, spic and span, I use to take sweety(my pet dog) out for a walk over there and she use to run here and there, not for her own comfort but to let us know how much is to be discovered in things which we casually choose to ignore, after some point in time I was sure that it wasn’t us who adopted sufi, it was sufi who adopted us(J S at TOI edit.). Coming back to the park, now when I saw the park it was messy, the fountains were dying of thirst, and there are leaves falling from trees which were scattered all around, it was looking… very beautiful, grass have a bed-sheet now to face this cold the bed-sheet of leaves, however rusted they may be but once they come out of tress and become lifeless, they form a part of reproduction. I thought that nature is best if not tempered with. I looked at it again and a smile lit up.
Then I saw a dry cleaner at the housing row that is behind my house, that man who use to run it has made a two storey bungalow out of his shabby looking house, and then I recalled my entire row where 90% of the houses stand two stories tall, erect, showing confidence on “perhaps” booming Indian economy, my clients says that it (GDP-9%) only favors metropolitan cities and stock market, now I have an example to prove my point, cuz when we first shifted here some14 yrs ago it was all single story row of houses being built by housing board, looking like clones of each other. All the neighbor use to have kids of my age, leave aside one or two, boys use to go and study at St. Pauls school(Masculine), girls to Sofia(Feminine) or Modern(By). How come all the people who are living in that vicinity have more or less the same demographics, I don’t want to get into it. May be every one got prosperous as they saved penny by penny to reach here where most of the kids I knew off are working everywhere but Indore. Immediately I recalled the crushes and love triangles, the gossips that use to take place at that time. Bubblegum Romance. Yes once again I smiled.
No matter how many complexities and problems may be cropping up around you, you don’t need reason, situation, possessions, places and faces to cheer you up, you just need to look around and you’ll find million reasons to smile and to say what the heck, what can deter me from feeling good, after all its not the destination that makes life worth living but the journey towards it. Stay focused but not so much that you loose the essence of your destination.
Why???? You may be wondering.
At the end of the day even if you become Gates of software or Khan of bollywood, you will get used to it. Imagine the first time you bought yourself a new phone with countless Turn-Me-On-Too features that you seldom use now…baby cuz you are used to it. Enjoy the journey while it last, trust me the manzil is not as exciting as the journey.
Ingredients: Face and a Curve, pointing towards sky.
Adios: I have to talk to Harry Potter…Nice Laddie huh
