Just overwhelmed!! back to the uni for some more studies and it feels like heaven, the familiar faces in the department, the same trees, grass and god know what all, I see beauty in these days of comeback to the university……… Wonder when the mood changes, maybe when my supervisor asks me to re-write a chapter when I just wanna sumbit the whole darn thing I was working some time in the future!! The selection came with warning, I will make you work, scrap some good work, all ears for the bad words and the bad works……… don’t crib later, take ur decision carefully!! well why else am I back… my brain needs a shock treatment, I need to get it back to the some recognozable state it was in before, I went hopping into the MNC culture………. I love being back…… that is the feeling…….. mood swings do happen…….. afterall a loooooooong waaaaaaaay to go!!


between Happy Friendships Day……… 🙂
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I like Kumble, Anil Kumble the Indian spinner who retired recently. Ask me the moment I decided I will cheer for this guy, go gaga googoo over him, see all his matches at a stadium and collect his photos and paste his poster all over my room or desk… I have no clue. In fact, I haven’t one picture of him, no autograph of his with my name on. I haven’t watched him bowl live, and about the posters, I never stuck paper to wall in my room… no inclination. Still, I was a fan… a great fan… no membership whatsoever. Pride swelled in me when he took those 10 wickets against Pakistan, I distributed sweets or rather I was expected to because I was a fan of the guy who made headlines for once… I still like him, [but the Kumble with the moush was better, I feel (generally, I like men with thick upper lip hair, courtesy growing up in South India, I suppose)] but can’t sit to watch a cricket match… I can enumerate infinite reasons… These days I even find watching 3 hr movies a big trouble… Growing impatient…. Signs!!


Careless has this concept – match yourself with the chair in the office café. Considering there are only 4 colors, we show great enthusiasm when the two Cs match. Careless would have been scandalized if she had seen Ms Purple Slippers this morning.

I wanted to be where Master Junior Seller was – in the open, enjoying the breeze, behind the van atop the sack of veggies for his store. With this wonderful weather, working on the terrace seems plausible. Should suggest that to the management who is running around densifying the floors for lack of space!!

5 minutes and I lost out on my daily dose of people who passed that way. 5 minutes early or was I late. Anyways it was not the same 5 minutes I am usually at my friend’s place first thing in the morning in the cab.

The Saint Bernard with its equally unkempt and sleepy tattooed owner going for the walk; the chai-walla and his bandi always filled with breakfast goers; school has started at last and the bustle of school kids, their parents in toe and the buses. The woman with the green slippers, I till can’t figure out whether she wears them to match her dress or just like that, but mostly her dresses are green, not the green of the slippers though!! The usual morning walkers, the granpa with the dhothi and the churidar aunty with reebok shoes.

The usual gang at the cricket field is missing. Wonder what the field would feel if it has a mind of its own. No rains but there are those dark clouds reassuring of rain, any time. As Amma remarks, “I feel the chill while you have the sun and its stroke.” The climate changes of a huge country like ours!!

5 minutes here and there!! Will see them tomorrow

You know what, I had this feeling of extreme fatigue this morning.

The usual Monday morning syndromes or Thursday syndromes as it is nearly the end of the week. So I look at the mirror and find a very refreshed face.

Strange!!

I thought the face was a mirror to the feelings from within…..
But good in a way, why let others know about your fatigue!!

Used to happen when I first went to stay in a hostel.

You don’t seem homesick, they said.

Should I have looked out for a shoulder to bellow on…..

Had this problem right from school.

No tears roll down my cheeks when they have to and punishments follow….

So how will they flow when I don’t want them to at all…..

Tears too have their own will, I say!!

Transience of every node that makes life to us and all around us provoke some minds to meditate, others to initiate action, some to research, some others to simply not think at all and yet another group to party hard. However, a vast majority would have been so oblivious to this, ask them an opinion and a blank face is drawn. Strange, this diversity ….. even in our very thoughts …. one’s own …..

I was happy in the morning (early at that), all ready to apply my mind for some work…An sms from cab mates got me thinking, should I call in sick!! No Fever, no cough, no nothing, normal temperature and my voice had no trace of choking or phlegm in it. I set out, and now after 2 hrs… I feel aches, my hand, my legs, my head, ….. completely drained….. Influence, or reality…..

OOOOO…..AHHHHH…..OOOOUCH

Often we are desperate to end the work we do without realizing that the beginning or the process never will matter once it is closed, sealed and the names printed on it forever. To end is just two of the simplest words in English (may be to type), the most difficult in practice. If done systematically, well some are, it goes well. No tensions. The 11th hour has always been my companion. We meet quite often on a day to day basis and greetings are exchanged. Just happens that for some, work only starts when the clock strikes a few minutes before they say closed. Some quality work has been accomplished this way. Way of life, but never to make an habit. Because there are times in life when the last minute just ticks away without a murmur and the consequences (don’t even think about them), life insurance for instance (my limited knowledge on the subject tells me it works in installments for long long years). Cheeni Kum is yet another (Hummable Illayaraja music….. Sarcasm with Tabu and Bachan, and long lectures towards the end!! ) The End.

After Rang de Basanti….these are the songs I have been addicted too…..It just resounds …..the worst part of all this being, I am unable to describe the feeling or number the reasons as to why I like to listen to them.

I remember a time when I had Maggi Noodles for an entire year, I couldn’t stand the site of Noodles for about 3 years after (Don’t ask me why, I have no clue!!)

Variety indeed in the spice of life. ClichĂ©d, I know…….
Time will tell when I turn my back on these songs ……..at the moment they are simply luring!! Live for the moment, I say!!

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Now playing: www.Songs.PK – Baatein Kuch Ankahee Si – Adnan Sami (Songs.PK)
via FoxyTunes

Somebody said it was good and I went to see a movie. It happens quite often with me. If not somebody we know on a face to face basis, it is some review we depend on. We trust their views and words. Trust is a routine feature, unconscious, no real effort going into it.

Realized many a time that the views of like minded are better, yes they still aren’t the best because interpretations depends on a lot of things, from the food you ate, or the pop corn you are munching on now to the person sitting beside you or the mood swings (very important!!).

To take an experience, I went to watch this movie a few months back, hopeless is the only word I can use to define the work of a lot actors dancing to some tune every now and then, I say…. But bad movies do make it easy to rate the good ones.

I went for one yesterday, exactly, that is what has triggered the post. Good concept, though there was nothing to call it a concept, everyday life in a fast moving society. Exaggeration is a way of expression, you blow up something like a fairy tale for instance, like the qualities of a 4 year old child [like the story about this good boy Albert, in spite of being 4 knew the right remedies for all and sundry in the world around him (an incarnation!!.…) an old book, my Sir had a copy of, he warned me to handle it well, if not the pages would have definitely come into my hands].

Because you, me and a few others live good happy moral sometimes cribbing lives doesn’t mean that the whole world is in tune. Nevertheless, I like to think of it as good. It is to a large extent…. It is all in the mind, again.

I suggest everybody does at least some part of their studies in a university campus, helps one become opinionated. Opinions are crucial whether it happens to you or others. Neutral is never the best foot to be on. But too much sugar in a coffee will always spoil the effect. The right blend (1/2 cup of hot water, a level spoon of coffee powder, 11/2 tsp sugar and 1/2 cup milk…the cup too makes a difference)

Cya….


They were playing cricket, I was remembering those days, so was my cabbie and the autodriver who had stopped to watch them play. There is a ground in front of my friend’s home whom I pick up every day morning for work. Seeing the kids in the ground, I realize it’s summer vacations. Summer Vacation, now that phrase does ring a bell. Doesn’t it not!! Hehee hee. It should or we have never been to school and waited for those big hols to come, so we can just play and play and play…….

The breakfast bandi near the field is equally crowded with people. Everyday I wish my cab mates were a little late, rush out and get a bit of the idli or the dosa with the hot chai he serves. It is an experience.

That paanipuri guy at Rd #12 is one day gonna be a Gokul Chat. These days it is impossible to get a plate from him. The crowd just keeps increasing day after day.

That road is a place of activity now, joggers walkers and these kiddo footballers and cricketers…..Some have breakfast, some looking out for a lift, others just all red and warm after a hours exercise unaware of me. Watching!! Now that is what I like about all this!!

Go to take a photograph and he never lets me laugh, smile but don’t show your teeth!! In the confusion to figure out how whether to smile or smile with teeth, without teeth, he clicks. The passport size photo ends up a mess, the touching he does later still has no effect….

I caught them natural, nothing artificial about it (was it a catchline for something).