Monday 19 November 2012

A dairy of an ordinary girl on an ordinary Sunday!

Sunday morning 5 am: Holy shit! I think I should sleep now. Trashy "50 Shades of Grey" can wait till tomorrow. *Inner Goddess screams*- Two more pages please. C'mon!

5:30 am: Kindle reads- 75% of the book has been read. *Inner Goddess satisfied and says* get some sleep, kid.

11:30 am: While brushing my teeth I go over in my head about the book, the cupboard which has to be sorted, the saffron man who passed away, a day to myself which I gladly welcome, the promises which I have not kept. Splash! i wash them away and victoriously walk down the corridor to my room.

12:00 pm: Tea in one hand, phone in another- do I have to call anybody? Like really? Home- check. Brother- check. Granny- check.

12:30 pm: Phone beeps. Person 1- "Am so loving the house arrest." Person 2: "Oh! Death of Shiv Sena chief has brought the city to a halt." Person 3: "Can't step out, Bombay stops." A slight bit of annoyance runs through me. You say it doesn't bother you that a natural death has happened in the city, but every moment you are talking about it, sulking, being angry, and rejoicing. If it doesn't matter, then just sit back and let go.

12:35 pm: Bored and tired by the tweets, BBM status messages, and broadcasts, I wonder what should I eat to make it a not-so-sulky-day. Of course regular places from where we order- Metro cafe, Geet Bhavan are shut. So, when in doubt have an egg.

12:45 pm: I start cooking with room mate. Goan egg curry (you guessed it- my room-mate is a Goan) and rice is on the menu. Awesomeness happens and we make incredible egg curry and some out of the world plain rice :| Yes, we didn't depend on Maggie this time around.

1:15 pm: I switch on the radio to hear some Sunday afternoon music. Instead I heard that 2-3 lakhs people have gathered at Shivaji Park for the public cremation of the Big Guy. Bored again- I put on some stored music. Cooking egg curry and listening to Luv Shuv Tey Chicken Khurana- spiced up the afternoon.

PS: The shady characters of the book are going on in my head and am loathing to get back to it.

2:00 pm- Awesome food is ready. A Sunday is perfect when you laze around, eat, and watch BBT (read: Big Bang Theory). I watch about 10 episodes back-to-back of Sheldon Cooper annoying the shit out of everybody. But boy, that is guaranteed fun.

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Suddenly 6:30 pm: I hear a vehicle outside. I rush to the balcony. I see cars making hurried drives, water tanks quickly parking themselves, taxis breezing through the streets, and Bombay crawling back to life.

7:00 pm: I scratch my head this time to figure out about food as stock doesn't look very encouraging. And then I look at the food cupboard and think- When the world fails you, Wai Wai/Maggie doesn't.

7:30 pm: Good friend returns from Diwali vacation. So food stock goes up again with gujia/gaja/petha/mathri. Bite that bitches!

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9:00 pm- Now I think, a glass of wine or a beer would have ended this day perfectly. Blasphemy. It is a dry day- You Nut Case! Remember I told you- I have a Goan room-mate? Wine it is. Some wine, some cup board cleaning and finally- after a tough tough day- I get back to the book!

Monday morning 2:00 am- Keeping up with the "Spirit of Bombay," I have to get back to work tomorrow, alas- I should sleep!

This is how my life was affected on Sunday- November 18. Something happened? Somebody died? Except eating Maggie for dinner and not meeting friends for a Sunday supper, nothing in my life was different. It doesn't mean I want to say more people should die, but I mean- get over it. Let's talk about Ponty Chaddha instead.

Wednesday 5 September 2012

The Fire

Disassociate! If things and people don’t motivate you- disassociate!
Tell yourself that you will open your eyes.
The fire which is extinguishing, ignite it. The time if not today, will never come tomorrow.
Tell yourself that you will light your fire, baby!
Stop chasing cars, start chasing those hidden dreams before you get too old,
Know what you are, all that you are!
Don’t waste a minute over things which pull you down,
Don’t fret over bygone time; you have the chance to figure it out again!
Don't just lie there, cause there is much more to see beyond the sky.
If you want so much from life, tie your shoe laces and start running
Because you got to make it to the finishing line gloriously, baby!
If this is the last time, every minute from this time is yours- 'Design' it your way!
Tell yourself that the fire is still burning and you need to have a party around it ‘Now’!
If you feel strange and everything feels untrue, it is only you who can find the truth and sing that song which once inspired you!

Tuesday 10 July 2012

It lived a short life

It is said that through a day you approximately meet 100 people with whom you talk/make eye contact/push/argue/buy/sell. Don't know whether it is a Quantam Physics conspiracy theory or it has something to do with past life regression. I don't know who said that and pardon me for not sighting the source.



Most of the days not even five of those 100 people whom you meet leave an impression in your mind. And those who leave the impression, it sits in your head like a tattoo. You can't get rid of it until and unless you decide to go under the needle all over again. i think the impression is not based on how good or bad the interaction was, rather it is more about how sincere and intense were you at that moment of your exchanges. And you know something is wrong when your mind and heart lose co-ordination. One bit rationalizes and the other bit says "what the hell!."

At times you meet people everyday over years at work/college/school/dance club/squash game/cricket field but their exit or peculiar behavior doesn't really matter. But there are those people with whom you don't bump at your workplace/college auditorium/sunday mass all the time but when they are gone you are at your wit's end. Maybe Darwin's theory of random motion can explain this. At times, thoughts about the unknown guy you bump into at a party who ends up talking to you through the evening, might just occupy too much space in your mind. And as a result, you don't know what to do about it.

You give yourself the timeframe to dive deep - destiny unknown, path unseen. And when it gets blurry and too fragmented, and you see the thoughts dying an un-natural death- you make peace with the sudden death by writing about it. They are right when they say, your mind makes it or breaks it. They are also right when they say- your heart saves it or kills it. I am right when I say you live it or let it go.

Friday 6 July 2012

Nah, let's not call it mundane!

Every morning when I wake up rubbing my eyes- fulfilled, unfulfilled, ambitious, and dreamy thoughts cloud my mind. Braving them I reach out for my slippers and while brushing my pearlies I clear out the cloud. Splash! Splash again...I start seeing it through by now.

When life throws sudden and unknown lemons at you- what do you do? I generally don't get the reasons behind the sudden showering right away. I start contemplating- what to do with them! I think, think and think. Should I squash and have a lemonade, should I throw them back or should I save it for emergency! I do none. I behave as if I ducked and they hit the wall. Wise or foolish, not known. But tell me again, do I really have to deal with unplanned and badly-aimed lemons thrown at me? Nah!

So after contemplating on things like above, i backpack for the day, get into my awesome shoes and with might and head of a soldier I go into the big wide world to face the day! Please note here that my head and heart constantly have their own tete-e-tete through the day. I stop by at times to ensure that they are not at logger's head. They are generally good to each other. These discussions which my head and heart have all the time, strike the balance for me. I am compassionate because of those dessertations between the two. I trust them and they trust my behaviour.

Hundreds of faces to say hello to, hundreds of conversations to be made- few close, few distanced, and few formal. I jump from one face to another. I look here, there, around, and within. I ask myself from time to time- am I being true to myself, to those eyes looking from behind the wall, to that man expecting work at hundred percent efficency, to the friend who wants to meet me after I shut shop for the day. The little cuddled up voice from inside wakes up from slumber and says- "What do you think so hard, girl? You didn't ever push a soul, you didn't beat a heart to its last beating, you didn't run away from reality, you weren't silent for nothing. Chin up. Look around. Be pretty. Trust yourself and twirl on those dancing shoes like never before!"

Now you know why I don't call my living- Mundane? I am far from it cause it's me who is living it in here!

(Confession- Last line is almost plagiarized from Stacy Jax's dialogue from "Rock of Ages"!)