I don't like the beginnings and I also don't like the endings. I am apprehensive about the beginnings and am sad about the endings. Can things not remain the way they are? And if they can, then for how long? We all know and agree that Change is inevitable. And how much ever I hate to agree, Change is necessary. Isn't it? It was this force that drove me out of Pune. I loved the city and still do but the routine and the people/things involved in that routine can get to you.
I like a fast paced life. Not because it keeps me put but because only then I get to experience the charm of an autumn evening sitting at the ledge of my terrace, listening to my ipod and watching the reflection of the setting sun on the park below. Coz in a fast paced life such times are rare and they are enjoyable coz they are rare. A person living in the countryside doesn't really appreciate it as much as a city person. I love the countryside. Have I ever mentioned that before?
My friend is in China. This is her first visit there. It makes me reminisce about my first trip abroad-to the US of A. I started this blog much later and never got to write about it and so never did. But probably I couldnt pen down what I felt. I could never do justice to that trip if I wrote. I am not such a good writer, you see. My flight over ther Pacific, the rocky seabed of San Francisco and the grand airport-nothing has yet fazed out and it has been two years!! That was the awesomest trip and the most memorable new years - ice skating at downtown SFO with the firecrackers up the Bay Bridge. My peers, my wallet full of dollars, Safeway and Wal-mart, Vegas, LA, towering high red coloured Golden Gate Bridge and not to forget the much less credited Half Moon Bay made my trip the awesomest ever. I see I have used the not-a-word 'awesomest' twice, but there isnt a better word in my vocabulary to describe what I felt. It was one of my most fulfilling experience as a travel freak. I wonder why do I call myself that. I havent really travelled that much per say. But I love it and I will. Well, coming back to her, I wish she enjoys her trip thoroughly. I and, I assume, she too live on ideas. We like the idea of doing something and we do it. I liked the idea of having a hot mug of coffee-so I started having it and liking it although at one point of time I used to not. I know she has always wanted to be on her own and travel and experience and I hope she does just that and nothing more and nothing less.
Friends. Mystery. Weird. Faith. Lots of tears. Coffee. Talk about Boys. Talk about Girls. Clothes. And now shoes. This and much more is what I relate to friends. I have had some really awesome people in my life and I cannot be more thankful. Somehow even though there have been 'friends' who have given me the hardest times of my life, I still am thankfull that they were there coz without them I would have stood where I was years back and not moved. Mom, parents, family have been the pillars to help me stay grounded but friends have taken me ahead. I just finished watching the last episode of the last season of Sex and the City. I like the friendship there. Its not judgemental, its not interfering but yet its there for you always. You are not compelled to tell everything to the other person and even if you do you are not judged. We, in India, are always judging people. We call it a society and we live by its Norms. But if I may ask, who makes this society? Don't we? Then why try and please ourselves with something we don't like?
Scene 1 - A guy and a girl on a park bench --> I saw Mrs Khanna's daughter on the PARK BENCH with a BOY. It was very dark. I dont know what they were doing. But I always had my doubts on that girl. Mrs Khanna gives too much of freedom to her daughter.
Scene 2 - A bunch of girls in a pub --> you know my son saw Mrs Khanna's daughter in the BEER BAR. They were 3-4 girls. How could parents allow girls to go to SUCH a place so late in the NIGHT all ALONE.
Scene 3 - A guy smoking near a tapri --> I saw Mrs Khanna's son SMOKING on the road. He looked so awaara. His jeans were so low as if they were gonna fall.
and many more like this. Why are we judging so much...?? I have been on a godforsaken PARK BENCH with a guy, coz all the coffee shops were full. And sometimes even coz I got bhutta there.
Well, this whole post is inspired by Sex and the City. I hated the damn thing when I started to watch it and I continued to do so coz I had really nothing better downloaded to watch. I never though I was cut for it. A serial about Sex, how lame could that get? But I liked it. Takes a lot for me to accept it here. But, hey I did. What I didn't like was Carrie Bradshaw. She was lame.
These days I am putting an extra effort to be positive. Someone told me that I used to once upon a time. And its a good thing right!! And I had it!! So why lose it? I don't like being optimistic but I sure can be positive.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
High on LiFe
He did it in style. Style that is peculiar to him. Anticipation had left me very troubled till I saw him take charge his way. I am all smiles now. I know him and I should have known what followed. Nice people do nice things and nice people deserve nice things.
Yet there are things I could tell myself and feel sorry for nice people in question, but I wont. I am happy as it is and HiGh On LiFe.
*****
Too much of Sex and the City has converted the remaining half of me into a typical woman. For one, my ever increasing urge to shop. I like to shop when I need to shop, mostly because I never have enough money to splurge on things for which I don't have space to store. It is definitely not a mood lifter for me. But it's no more the same. I was a clothes girl. I loved them. All kinds. And now I want shoes!! I couldn't care less of what I wore on my feet as far as they were comfortable and I could walk. Further, I don't have a sweet tooth and I don't drool over chocolates, cheese cakes and brownies. Its been a month of watching this darned series and I can't get enough of any of these and more. I should be hitting the gym instead, but the characters indulge into these every time they undergo a break-up. I indulge in them without even a reason. Once I get a place of my own and my own oven/microwave I am going to make brownies. And I know I'll do a fine job at that.
*****
Suddenly the cooking lady in me has woken up and she makes some yummy stuff. Its been a year of cooking for a person who Hated to enter the kitchen. She'd stay without food than ever enter the kitchen. It's different now. Though I would love to experiment than just make the regular khana, our kitchen (shared by 7) with its limited space doesn't allow me to.
*****
I have a hundred things to do. My To Do list couldn't have been longer. But I know I'll work it out. My earlier post 'Closure' is really working for me.
*****
Its a funny routine that I have noticed on my blog. People read and comment and talk much more about posts related to life, feelings and other abstract things. But when I have a thought provoking post there are hardly any takers. Why? More so, the anonymous comments are ever increasing on my blog. Not the right time for me talk about this though :). But why do we want to be anonymous at times? I know, for one, when you don't want the person to know that you visited. And I cant think of more. But why wouldn't you want the person to know that you visited? Because it will flatter him? Or because if your identity is known then there is likely to be a biased reply from the author of the blog? Is it just limited to blogging? Don't we wish at times we were powered to anonymously walk around the entire city? Where you could be yourself and not judged. Yes, its easy to say that one shouldn't care about people's judgements and I couldn't agree more. I don't not care at all, but I sure do far less than others in comparision. But, coming back to the point, don't we all want to be anonymous at times?
But not on my blog...
Yet there are things I could tell myself and feel sorry for nice people in question, but I wont. I am happy as it is and HiGh On LiFe.
*****
Too much of Sex and the City has converted the remaining half of me into a typical woman. For one, my ever increasing urge to shop. I like to shop when I need to shop, mostly because I never have enough money to splurge on things for which I don't have space to store. It is definitely not a mood lifter for me. But it's no more the same. I was a clothes girl. I loved them. All kinds. And now I want shoes!! I couldn't care less of what I wore on my feet as far as they were comfortable and I could walk. Further, I don't have a sweet tooth and I don't drool over chocolates, cheese cakes and brownies. Its been a month of watching this darned series and I can't get enough of any of these and more. I should be hitting the gym instead, but the characters indulge into these every time they undergo a break-up. I indulge in them without even a reason. Once I get a place of my own and my own oven/microwave I am going to make brownies. And I know I'll do a fine job at that.
*****
Suddenly the cooking lady in me has woken up and she makes some yummy stuff. Its been a year of cooking for a person who Hated to enter the kitchen. She'd stay without food than ever enter the kitchen. It's different now. Though I would love to experiment than just make the regular khana, our kitchen (shared by 7) with its limited space doesn't allow me to.
*****
I have a hundred things to do. My To Do list couldn't have been longer. But I know I'll work it out. My earlier post 'Closure' is really working for me.
*****
Its a funny routine that I have noticed on my blog. People read and comment and talk much more about posts related to life, feelings and other abstract things. But when I have a thought provoking post there are hardly any takers. Why? More so, the anonymous comments are ever increasing on my blog. Not the right time for me talk about this though :). But why do we want to be anonymous at times? I know, for one, when you don't want the person to know that you visited. And I cant think of more. But why wouldn't you want the person to know that you visited? Because it will flatter him? Or because if your identity is known then there is likely to be a biased reply from the author of the blog? Is it just limited to blogging? Don't we wish at times we were powered to anonymously walk around the entire city? Where you could be yourself and not judged. Yes, its easy to say that one shouldn't care about people's judgements and I couldn't agree more. I don't not care at all, but I sure do far less than others in comparision. But, coming back to the point, don't we all want to be anonymous at times?
But not on my blog...