There are no shadows castOn the peeling pale yellow wallsIn the flickering light from theBulb.Up above, the fan continuesto move ina circular motion;Slow andsteady. The mirror,mirrors theunkempt feelingin the room.
I am back and boy! I missed blogging... This was my second visit to the Garden City and lets say I was happy the way it began. The airport is lovely. Its green! [Any place with more trees than Mumbai is a green haven to me!]. I saw beautiful landscaped garden and gorgeous houses. Lovelay. But the fun ended there. All I did was visit the Forum Mall at Koramangla for the most part of it. I tried exploring the city on my own--visited the Visheshwaria Museum and the Venkatappa Art Gallery. Saw MG Road and Brigade Road. Tried walking by the Cubbon Park but got followed by this pot bellied-tight-tee-wearing-south filmstar-lookalike(how he wished!). Hence had to cross the road and cut short my walk. Must say, I liked the Vidhan Soudha though. No street shopping. Visited the Kids Kemp. Last I remember meeting tweety there but it did not feel the same. The best part was I met my friends. Aditi and Rajeev. Rajeev took me along to eat some yummy Andhra food. It was great fun to catch up with Aditi…
I have news my dear readers. I have quit my job. I am happy and sad. Happy, because it is a great relief. At least I will sleep peacefully in the nights without thinking of how much work I have to do...
And sad because I realized I was not required anymore.
I never shied away from but well never mind. Let’s say I am ready for new beginnings. I want to write and will continue to do so. In my almost one year of work, I have learnt that your first job however amazing it might be is not the end of the world.
You work and hence you are paid. No favors from either side. Never let your life revolves around your work and don't fall in love with your company. Believe me I learnt this the hard way. So I am a free bird for now and yeah...a few things coming up!
Losing something is okay. Yeah, at least most of the times! But
losing someone is not so okay ever! Now ‘losing’ here is nowhere close to being
dead but literally someone being lost. And if that lost person happens to be
your 94-year old grandpa who is visiting you, you can be sure you are in for
one hell-off-a-ride and some sound yelling too. But then reminiscing about the incident (once the old man
was found safe & sound), is a lot of good enough. It does bring back a lot
of fond memories and of course crazy laughs. Back in 2004, my grand old grandparents visited us in Mumbai.
Grandpa young at 94 believed in living his life to the fullest and grandma at
86, was happy to munch on her paan and pray the whole day long. Having lost my
real grandparents a short while ago, having them over was truly fun. Now the
pair had been married for over 65 years, borne eight children of which only
three survived and fortunately, were hale and hearty apart from old age! My cousin brother, manu (…
[This post is from another blog of mine. I planning to shut it so posting it here...]
Madam jee, rukiye! App ke liye yeh koi deke gaya hai…
Kaun de kar gaya?
Three books. He finally returned them. Books had never a part of his agenda before. They were important to her. They still are. He had started reading recently. He read what she suggested. As usual, suggestions or rather getting books from her made life easier for him. This way it did not required much application of thought that is if he thought at all. It took him over a year to return these books and ironically, he was just fifteen minutes away.
But did she have to have them back? Yes, she did.
He was not into reading when they had met. They were poles apart and whoever said, opposites attract was a jerk. Well, ok they were attracted but she had made the mistake of falling in love. She had wanted love and he had wanted a docile girlfriend to show off. Well, he did get what he wanted. It was beautiful for a …