Yet Another Vacation

My vacations in Mumbai are full of comfort generally afforded only by the hip-hop junkies. Sorry, dear critics I cant be my usual humble self here. Something to do with the city air I guess. My mornings usually start at noon when my mom asks (sarcastically) “Son, Do you want breakfast or lunch?” Days are generally spent surfing web or reading a book in my balcony over looking the sea until the next meal magically arrives. Never realized Wi-Fi could be such an amazing tool to use at home too. Evenings are spent mindlessly roaming around a nearby park or gorging on vada pavs at some road side stalls, while dinners go by arguing with Dad regarding which channel to watch over a glass of wine.

This is what a perfect vacation could be like, something which will put life to a complete halt but just a while. You don’t have to introspect or do as some people say “find yourself”. It could be about sitting and doing things just because you like doing them. Something which is completely useless and crass like sitting in the park and waiting for two excessively chatting fat ladies trip over a tree’s exposed roots. Well that’s just an example. You can find something which suits your taste, but you do get the point, right?

I certainly don’t argue with the belief that faster the life, the more you get to see of it, but heck if you don’t stop once in a while who’s going to pick up the bits that were dropped behind. After all its these bits which add the glitter in the otherwise grey and competitive life.

My own disposition..

After working on the blog for a lot more than a year, it’s hard not to romanticize it as a comrade backing me through existence. Its uncomplaining demeanor while listening to my pseudo idealism is hardly appreciated while I rant out one sad joke after another. When writing out any of my opinion of the world around, it made me realize how little I know about what I write about. It argues with me over my views yet never has a smug smile when it wins. Sometimes it teams up with readers, thrashing out at me for any mistake or lack of standard. In this stage of being stuck in the work place for around twelve hours the blog is the only think keeping me in touch of my creative self and humbly lets me boast about it.

Yet the true example of its individual nature shows up when I stop writing for a while. Upon my return the initial awkwardness is always there. It’s like wondering “Should I ask him about his gal, wasn’t he the one who got dumped last time? Damn!!” There’s the whole process of getting to know it all over again and filling in the lost gaps. It requires spending time talking about the old days and what they were like. There always this irritating nag in the back of the head that’s keeps on saying “Am I saying the right thing?”, “am I confirming to the benchmark?”, “Is this the ‘me’ I want to project to the world?”. But some how it certainly does help in figuring out a new style and fetch better ideas on writing. There is always some new facet that we didn’t even realize existed last time. It always takes a few posts to get back the old flair and get reminded embarrassingly that last time there wasn’t any break up. Turns out his gold fish had died!!

Back in the city..

It’s been a month since I came back from a two weeks break from Mumbai. Yet the urge of moving back which generally lasts till I board the flight still remains.

Of the few cities I have lived in this is the only city with a sense of humor which can get quite audacious sometimes. A friend of mine goes to a restaurant and orders a take-away. The shop guy says it will take 10 mins. After 15 mins the friend enquires about the order to which the shopkeeper replies, “Sir!! I said 10 mins just for the sake of giving you a answer. I didn’t actually mean it. Please have a little patience. Your parcel will arrive any time.” What do you reply to that?

Here’s another incident I encountered in my last month’s visit. I was busy snapping pictures at a train station when a train on the opposite track came to a halt. It was quite crowded with people hanging by the doors. Suddenly the folks by the door realized I was taking pictures of the train and screamed at me to take their pictures too. That was the first time I saw an entire compartment of people posing for a picture.

The point is that the city seems to be alive as it never ceases to surprise me. There is a careless sense of grandeur in its people. It’s like everyone is saying “Seth! Been there done that, now please come to the point and go on with your life.” It’s the sort of attitude every outsider resents but wish to possess.

Life, Somewhere else..

"Why did you volunteer for Rangashankara?" I wonder what do I say to that. It had nothing to do with any aspirations of trying to be an actor, writer or a director. No had no intention of hitting on any actress too. No I didn't. The simplest answer I generally give is, I was getting bored and needed to pass my time somehow. But thats certainly not all.

It was for the sheer fun of doing something I was not meant to do, I was not expected to do. About doing something I was not good at but wanted to be. It was about being part of something which was not another trash people ignored. It was about getting a feel of how a theater works. It was about seeing how a whole festival is pieced together from scratch and turned into this magnificent collage of performances from so many different parts of the world. It was about meeting people. People who are so passionate about theater that they don't bother about the fact that they having a hard time making end meet. They are hardly bothered about the fact that they don't have the time to go partying and getting sloshed. Sit with them and they can talk about their work for hours. That certainly never happens in our offices, do they?

The days I spent there, I did all all sorts of work there was to be done. It certainly was something I would like to do and cherish again at some other level. But the whole experience was also a bit about feeling good about myself.

Jimi's Mania..

After a long search, I finally got my hands on two decent posters in Landmark. One is a “Psychedelic” Jimmy Hendrix another Pink Floyd’s “The wall’s cover art”. Not exactly the one's I wanted. There was hardly anything to choose from. But better than other stuffs they had including a Jessica Alba from Sin City poster.

The guys said they get them from London. But with a price of 250 bucks I am not sure whether I should trust them or not. Anyways heck why do I care! I got what I wanted. The print is really good and they are large enough to hide the crack on the wall from my landlord. But still I am looking for a particular U2 poster. I wonder where they have kept it hidden.

(Pic courtesy: http://en.easyart.com/art-prints/Celebrity-Image/Jimi-Hendrix-(Psychedelic)-331449.html and http://www.arktimes.com/blogs/rockcandy/Image/pink_floyd_the_wall.jpg)

Dorin..

A brooding night,Dorin dreams,
of dying days and worlds unseen
A blue neon flickers as the devil grins,
with cigarettes and banter she flutters her wings.
A lady walks by where a wise man fell,
embracing Dorin with her absinthe's spell.

When the sky turns yellow,
the jester's music goes mellow.
He sings,Life's a juggler's joke
Either you cry or you don't.
But the brute never cries,
so he rises to toast.

As yellow turns brown, sneaks in
the beast who would not frown.
With roses in his eyes
he jumps to kill. Dorin screams.
Sitting on a dark throne
Morpheus gleams.

Indrobot_18082009.txt.log

People complain/ joke about the sparse number of posts I write about myself. The problem is I can’t write about stuffs which generally most people do. Everyone is bugged with his work, every one looks forward to Fridays and everyone loves The Hard Rock Café. The point is why anyone would want to read about some thing they themselves do and may be do more than me and hence my reluctance to talk about myself.

Anyways I certainly have some new stuffs happening in my life. I have been staying alone for the first time. Surprisingly, I have been managing decently. Ok it’s a little tough sometimes. Prioritizing things was a bit confusing in the beginning. I got myself a “new” second hand bike and an internet connection before getting a proper drinking water supply. But then surviving can always wait but the latest “Weeds” episode cant. Also about to start volunteering for Rangashankara for a theatre festival they are organizing. Let’s see what sort of experience I can get out of it but I guess what ever it is, it will be more fun than the 9 to 6 job. More update on it in later posts.

Clint's Torino...

Just finished seeing Gran Torino by Clint Eastwood and it was great. The story of a hardass Korean war veteran mentoring and protecting Hmong family next door has Clint's signture all over it. The movie and any of his movies will make you realize that when it comes to good movies the only things matter is a amazing story and a breath taking performance. Its amazingly subtle. Its hardly ever about any incident but always about relationships. Relationships you wont find everyday, everywhere but is more fulfilling and can altersomeone's whole life.

Through the movie one wonders why its called "Gran Turino" named after the 1972 car that Clint owns in the move and treats like a old war friend. But everything falls into place as he sings,

"Gentle now, the tender breeze blows.

Whispers through my Gran Torino.

Whistling another tired song.

Engine humms and bitter dreams grow.

Heart locked in a Gran Torino.

It beats a lonely rhythm all night long"

Just another day in Myanmar...

So the world’s favorite pro-democratic fighter “Aung San Suu Kyi” has been put in another 18 months of house arrest. It hardly surprised anyone who is familiar with the Junta’s long and murky record of suppressing the democratic leader’s activities. What is even less surprising is the usual condemnation of the judgment by countries asking for more sanctions, etc. It’s more of a ritual than an effective measure. But what’s surprising is the lack of any retaliation from the people of Myanmar itself. It seems that they are hardly bothered about it and most of the media hype is just a propaganda created by other nations. Or it might be possible that the Junta’s reputation of brutality got the better of them and they decided to stay back. In any case, they don’t have the will to fight and thus don’t deserve and won’t get the freedom they seem to be dreaming of. A people’s revolution can never be underestimated no matter how tough the ruler may be. But it has to be led by the people not by foreign governments. Right now Myanmar doesn’t seem to be in any mood for change.

Meanwhile I wonder who’s more interested in bringing democracy to the country, nations who are finding it hard to lose out on the trading opportunities or Myanmar’s people who have got used to the state they are being forced to live in.

Hardest Changes…

“The hardest changes are always for good”, so one said. But that’s the last thing we care for, do we? It hurts and it hurts bad! These changes always involve a new way of life with no guarantee of being better. They always start with no one smiling back at us when we look over our shoulder every now and then. And it gets even worse when part of us says “Hey I didn’t ask for any of this”. But then the “rule book” doesn’t say anything about spreading out a menu of paths we can choose from. We just got to play along.

Even after we get through the change and reach the “good” part of the first line, I am sure there will be tinge of doubt asking the question “Was the entire price paid was worth it at all?”

There I go again..

Was on my long way down,
In the stuffy & sweating elevator.
The door slid again gallingly,
And she beheld my eyes.

White shirt, denim skirt
And brown streaked tresses,
The charm of her fragrance
Could dent even a queen’s allure.

As she stood there staring
At the ever sliding numbers.
I looked for an alibi to talk
How I wished the lift had got stuck.

But our trip ended like any other
And she just walked away.
I wonder was that love. Damn!
There I go again……..

Can you read the line???

That’s what was asked to me the nth time by two different opticians in one week. I don’t remember ticking off any member of the Optician’s Union. Yet they seemed to be hell bent to make me miserable. I have been made to change my glasses TWICE in a week and yet the optician has failed to provide me with glasses with correct specification. Now, having headaches all day and seeing stars instead of pretty ladies pass by has become part of my usual day. A weekend visit to the optician earns me the assurance that “the glasses they have provided are fine”. That actually is a subtle way of them saying, “The damage is done. I can’t admit the mistake as I might get into trouble. No free replacement for you. Adjust Madi.”

Anyways, after two days somehow my eyes have learnt to decode the stars and ignore the headaches. But a word of advice, “Always get your eyes checked by a reputed guy and make sure that you are careful to leave nothing to be read between the lines.”

Circle the cat!!!

Recently, I got a link of this fun game from a friend. Try it out when bored (when you have to sit in your workstation with nothing to do.)

Cribbers over Career..

Most folks around me (and others also I believe) bleat a lot about how their work is making their life miserable. They just love to create the illusion that it’s their “villainous firm” who’s responsible for the sad work they do. But most of the time they fail to ask a very fundamental question to themselves “Do I have the ability to do a “better” work in a “better place”?”

If your answer for the question is YES then LEAVE!!!! No matter what they say about “how critical a resource you are”, just leave. The corporations are big enough to forget you the minute you leave their gates. They all lie. They don’t really care.

If your answer for the question is NO then its time to realize the fact, “Just because you got a puffed up ego doesn’t mean you deserve something better.” You deserve to be here for your past failures and you will be here unless you do something about it. So stop whining and better use the time to be capable enough to something better that you can also enjoy. I see people realize the hard fact and then work to change it and the satisfaction on their face while leaving for other places is too good.

Trust me!! It’s always better to have the choice of leaving than the realization of the fact that you are doomed to be somewhere you believe you should not belong.

Motivated??

Motivation is a funny thing. Once you start something new it’s brimming out of the pot. Wait for a moment and “POOF” it vanishes leaving behind fading smudges of alibis. The problem is not with finding motivation. It is readily available in every other roadside shop. The problem is finding motivation which sustains itself till the target is achieved.

Motivation is hugely influenced by the reasons behind our aspirations. One can’t be Chopin if he plays the piano for a “standing ovation”. To have the motivation to go ahead and be a pianist as great as Chopin one needs to be as passionate about the piano as he was. When one takes a lesson his dream should be of playing the piano alone for hours just to himself. The motivation from the desire to master every stage of learning sustains till the end. Learning the piano for any other motives will lead to the futile attempt to speed up to the end which will lead to the disappearance of the motivation. If one is passionate about what he does, then finding motivation will never be an issue.

So think before you do something just for the sake of applauses. I am sure there are quite a few things which you will actually enjoy doing and also fetch you approval from others.

Bugs and pleasures...

Nothing, I mean absolutely nothing can be compared to the ecstatic pleasure one gets after finishing an exceptionally difficult task. Particularly those, for whom all the usual solutions don’t seem to work and you have to “push the limit of your proficiency really far” as the usual jargon goes.
It always starts with a request to resolve a very weird “never heard” bug. The first few minutes go by pondering over the question, “Why me??” Then few hours goes trying to make sense out of it. After which one starts a hopeful search for solutions from his “more enlightened” peers. Sometimes this tactic leads to wasting more time but there’s no harm in being a bit optimistic and lazy, is there?? Then, starts the grueling part of actually trying to figuring it out ourselves. The usual fun filled days get filled with innumerable googling, reading up on obscure concepts, rants from one’s boss and meeting dead ends in what seemed to be the most feasible(and brilliant) ideas. After days of dragging it around all avenues, shows up the shy glint of the most apparent solution. Anticipation and fear fill the bay (figuratively) as one tries it and hits the return key the final time.

Thundering Typhoons! It works!! That’s when the pure pleasure of victory and realization of the fact that one is not yet completely worthless rushes in. While others around give a cynical “So what, doofus!” look one just stares at the screen for a whole bunch of minutes. Seriously, nothing compares to it.

Imperfections...

A major victim of “time passing by” is the appreciation of one’s own work. A few days back I was going through the poems I had written during my college days. It was mostly about the usual stuffs like the frustrations, failure, crushes and things I somewhat find too clichéd to write about now a days. Its funny how we and the things around us change and we are the last one to notice it. We don’t even notice the significant contribution we ourselves put to change these things. Coming back to the poems, I would be lying if I said that I didn’t want to make any changes (and improve) any of those poems. I wanted to make them more cheerful. I wanted to change the metaphors I used to describe things. I wanted to frame the verses in a better way. But then poems just do not pop out of nothing. They are the testimony of how one feels for different encounters which transpires in his life. They are the best way to tell who you actually were on that specific day. So even if you try to change the poem you wrote, all you will get is a new one which will show who you are today. You just can’t change something you had written in the past.

Maybe it’s better (and easier) to acknowledge them just as they are and accept that it’s because of what we felt and wrote earlier, we feel and write much better today.

Anyways, just for old times sake here’s the first poem I wrote:


Starry Nights…

Glint of the city fades away,
I flee from glaring heights,
From jeering dark lanes
From the betraying paths.

I head for the woods,
Befriended by the sultry night,
Stars wink excited..
As if meeting an old’ friend.

Sneaking through the clouds,
The moonlight hugs me.
Breeze swims across like angels,
Disappearing the last traces of sadness.

Deaf to the calling city.
Know I have to go back...
Face the glaring sun...
Trying to bring me to my knees.

But for the night I am trapped
I wrap myself by the shadows...
Under the aegis of sleepy trees...
Lying on the grass I just drift away.

Yet Again...

Why do I always get an urge to write about this city whenever I am here?

I have no friends here nor have I stayed here long enough for the nostalgia to hit me hard enough. Yet I am always the "little wide eyed boy" when I arrive here and the "Lonely old man" when I depart.  Maybe I long for the sheer determination of the city to have a good time no matter how grand and impractical it is. I mean in which other city can one do the following things in a single weekend:

• Go to a live gig in a happening pub.
• Watch a Anupam Kher play.
• Watch people show off their Ferraris, Lambos, Porshes in Kala Ghoda.

Its not even these extravagances which excites me. Its the fact that these  things are just a part of every other day which really amazes me. There is no concept of "moderation" here. Everything has to reach its limits and beyond. Have a close look at any passer-by's face. You will find a tinge of arrogance. As if being able to live here certifies that they have the audacity to be the first one to break all norms and then show the entire country how it's done. 

This place doesn't make me realize what I already have. It reminds me of everything I need to achieve somewhere in the future.

If you haven't realized which city I am talking about, then maybe it's time you need to explore a bit...

Gullible Between Names..

A usual conversation when you are slightly gullible…

A friend: “DUDE!! Indrosarena?? Sounds like a Boxing Competition.”
Me: “Dude! Go away!!”
“Its better then your blog name”
Friend: “Its feels like a Mike Tyson popup will come up anytime when I click on your blog link.”
Me: “Ah right!!! What’s next? My blogs sound like Tyson tearing off Holyfield’s ears”
Friend: “I rather not comment on that.”
Me: “Oh shut up!!”
Friend: “Anyways forget it.”


(After some conversation on some other banal topic)

Me: “Dude! Seriously tell me. Is it that funny??”

And the fable continues…

Passion's Fruit..

How passionate are you about the work you do? Ask this question and you might end up getting some extreme answers. Some say, “I just love the challenges and the hurdles I face everyday in my work”. While some lesser fortunate guys would say, “I just switch off my mind when I come to work.”

I went to this local rock concert last Sunday. The bands were mostly local and were being massively criticized for their performance. But what really overwhelmed me was seeing these guys keep on playing their music so single-mindedly. I am sure they had their own doubts on the music they are making. Yet they had the enthusiasm to come on the stage and have a good time. That kind of passion and conviction is something I myself lack in life and obviously crave for.

I must admit the one thing which drew me to places like Barcamp or any local concert is to see these people who are so avidly engrossed in their work of interest. The fact that they are more interested in the process rather than the end results has always amazed me. These people are always enjoying the moment rather than bothering about the future.

It’s funny that while we are wasting our time judging them, these guys got the entire stage for them and are having the most amazing time of their lives.

The Advisory Mishap...

“It’s just not affordable to go by someone’s advice now days”, said a friend few days back.

The guy does have a point. There are some of us around who can’t decide anything on their own and always looking for counselors. But the problem is there are just too many people with too many advices. Whom to follow to and who to disregard has become a chore in itself. What’s more perilous is the fact that people have somehow learnt the art of pretending to be an expert when they actually still are the same old letdowns. A few days back another friend proclaimed himself to be a “genuine” geek. When asked the reason behind his observation he self-assuredly replied, “Because I still read Comics!!!” How can just reading comics make someone a geek I fail to understand? Anyways that’s just a “not damaging” instance of these breed of glory hunters. Then there are some who go around saying “Those who can’t do, teach.” thinking that will get them some credibility. Nice way of glorifying being a jack!@#!!!

Coming back to the point. Staying clear of such people is an important aspect of the eternally confused man’s life. To even hear the ubiquitously wrong advice which, he will definitely follow is a straight road to the gallows. Now what’s worse is the fact that even he wants to learn the art of pretending to be the ever confident man. Here comes the main drawback of being the confused man. When he gets an advice he can do two things. He will reject them to show the world that he’s not gullible. Else he can accept them because, well he always has an unbearable need of the advices. But how does he decide which to take and which to reject.

Does he need to be advised even on that?

Well, Life certainly is full of ugly loop holes.

The Barcamp Experience..

It’s been ages since I met guys who sat together and discussed technology and emerging concepts, passionately. That’s what I used to crib about before I went to Barcamp yesterday. It was the 2nd day of the 8th edition of the “unconference”. The place is a Mecca for geeks to meet up, highlight and exchange ideas with like minded people.

Nice thing about the whole idea is that it is very informally organized, yet amazingly managed. One doesn’t have to fill up long forms and go through tens of other formalities to get their session registered. You just turn up that day and scribe down your session name on any of the available slots and you are ready for the show. You want to cancel your session, just don’t turn up. It’s that simple. The sessions varied from specific concepts like “Natural Language Processing” to entrepreneurial stuffs like personal branding and starting one’s own company to yoga and ancient wisdom in modern times. You can go and attend any session, discuss or even keep quiet. And that doesn’t stop there. It’s not like one has to attend all the sessions and not sit idle. You can just sit around and have your own discussions and no one from the organizing team will stop you.

The main idea behind the format is to ensure that there is a free flow of ideas. People are exposed to new concepts and also get to meet the groups responsible for these ideas. These groups in return For guys like us it’s also a good way to get past a usual banal weekend.

Judge The Book, Always...

It’s funny that to really know one’s colleagues, the first thing one has to do is take them out of the office. It’s a fact I realized on last Saturday’s team excursion to a resort. Well for all lonely travelers out there, it was a kind of a place you would hate to go without a set of good friends. The food was good though. But more of that later.

Anyways, coming back to the surprises of the day. I could hardly imagine the usual reserved and “always sticking their nose on the monitor” colleagues of mine will turn out to be so brilliant and funny. It was fascinating to see that the usually serious Lead is also a nice actor and director when I saw his performance in Mad-ads or to find that this usual coy girl is also an amazing gracious dancer. Oh! Give them beer and see them dance. These guys could give any professional a run for their money with their ground-breaking moves. All through the day, some turned out to be painters, some guitarists, some mimics, some just absolutely crazy and some unusually nice when a bit tipsy.

It’s weird how easily we create an impression of the people around us. We hardly consider fact that not knowing about their lives doesn’t mean they don’t have any. This is true especially for our seniors who have to be more serious and responsible in the office. After seeing them in a more informal occasion, one does tend to see them with more admiration. It just validates an old saying that we all have different facades in our individuality. They just come out in different situations, never at the same time. To bring out these hidden fronts of someone we just to put these people in the right place, among the right people and maybe give them a bit of the right dose of good beer :P.

Tipsy? That’s not me..

A subtle mist, golden brown
Thinned by the earthy babble,
Of the world going down.
I give them a smile they can’t see
Are they smashed or is it just me?

I stare at the other side, it
Looks blue, it looks yellow
Reminds me of memories that
Make me feel mellow.
Life hardly makes sense. I hope
That’s the way it will always be.
‘Cause what’s the fun in it if
It’s not crazy, tardy and tipsy.

P.S.: A work of fiction written in a sober state. Seriously....

Blues and symptoms of “The Trooper”..

We screamed, we jumped, we got sloshed and we were blessed. But what about the morning which creeps in?

An amazing rock concert hangover symptoms:

• A soothing strain engulfs the back of the neck to the end of the spine.
• An excruciating cramp is felt in the heels where every step brings out a snapshot of last night.
• Ears and mind still buzz with guitar riffs.
• People have to speak a decilbel louder to make themselves heard.
• The heart still beats in the same rhythm of the woofer.
• A mocking smile appears on your face every time an ignorant life form comes across.
• You just can’t get rid off the smile.
• Somewhere in you, a crazier plan for the next concert creeps in.
  

Even better than the real thing..

Phew!! At last, Hope arrives after 5 years of listening to the sham of wannabe Alt Rock bands. Will No Line on the Horizon bring back the glory days of rock?

Well, the gods of Dublin do have their mysterious ways and I am nobody to question them.

Benares's Romantics

After reading “The Romantics” by Pankaj Mishra I have been wondering how this book managed to stay away from the best-sellers' shelves and from the pirated book-stalls.

It’s a wonderfully written tale of the narrator “Samar” who comes to the city of Benares and is pushed into the world of some foreigners who have come there to spiritually enlighten themselves. The book shows a beautiful and ironic picture of the confusions and realizations of the expatriates in the country mixed with the Samar’s curiosity and awkwardness towards these aliens and their life. The book proceeds, taking Samar to Pondicherry for a while where he meets his father who then sends him to Dharamshala. All this while he tries to come to terms with the past and make a sense of his life. The story ends in Benares again where he comes one last time to face the past he had left behind. The very nature of the three places played an important role in Samar's life. The hustle bustle of Benares represent the restlessness Samar felt in the new world. Pondicherry made him realize what he had left behind and sort of help him in his transition to everything which came later. During the seven years, the silence and serenity of Dharamshala makes him lose himself in the memories of the past and the realities of life's expectations.

I believe this book puts Pankaj Mishra in same league with Amitav Ghosh and Jhumpa Lahiri not because of how good they write but because of their capacity to take a part of one ordinary man’s journey through life and make it look extra ordinary and truly beautiful. Being his first novel he doesn’t gives any signs of immaturity, the credit of which goes to the fact that he has written two travellogues and is also a regular writer in Nytimes Opinion columns. He is very lyrical in his narration and gives a beautiful picture of Benares. It’s so good that one can’t help imagining being in the city himself. I would say the story ends up provoking a thought that we all go through these similar extra-ordinary situations and gradually morph into what we truly are today just like Samar did. It also made me realize that there is an amazing story in all of us, it just looks deceptively ordinary.

A ride with Floyd...

There is a fascination I have for traveling long distances in a bus which I hardly find in any other transport. I generally find flights to be fast to enjoy the journey and trains too crowded that I end up spending my entire time fighting for the space to enjoy the trip. Surprisingly the very small and confined seats in the bus which people are so fussy about give the opportunity to create the wonderful parallel universe to quietly slide away.

I end up spending hours watching the distant hills, the orange glimmer of the far away factories, the audacity of the overtaking cars, occasional empty petrol pumps, the sparsely-lit shops in the dark and every small amusing piece constituting the vast expanse. The pleasant shiver of the cold wind and Floyd in the ears makes sure to keep me in this reverie undisturbed by the blare of the movie being played occasionally in the bus. Every journey I take reminds of the distant imaginary lands we used to read about in our childhood and were so captivated to. The mood created helps to put my belief and thoughts together. The questions which bother day and night get replaced by ideas to solve or the desire just to let them go.

Even the world seems to be much clearer. Turns out, it’s easier to see the washed face of the world left behind from a distance and at a speed where it won’t be able to catch up, at least for a while.

Resolutions: First Update..

In the ruckus of the Christmas and New Year celebrations I sort of forgot the fact that I have blog which is yearning for my attention for a quite a while. Lately my tendency to procrastinate work has been climbing new heights. Anyways its time for my first update on how my resolutions are coming up. so here it goes:

Resolution 1, going to gym: I wanted to start going to the gym from the beginning of the year. But 1st being a Thursday was a bad day to start with the gym as I would have to take a weekend break just after two days which my inner self which also doubles up as a gym instructor discouraged me to do at such an early stage. So it got postponed to Monday. On Monday the plumber was supposed to come so it got postponed to Tuesday. On Tuesday I went to the bank so postponed to Wednesday. Now on Wednesday I grabbed my gym bag and headed for the gym but on the way I met another friend and I ended up going to the cafeteria. The next day again was Thursday and the cycle continued.

Resolution 2, decide on future of career: With all my “Personal Decisions” on my career going completely haywire in the past, I have put all my career decisions on hold till my capability to take decisions “myself”, improve considerably.

Resolution 3, improve capability to take proper decisions: I am yet to take any decision on how to go about it.

Resolution 4, turn vegan: Postponed it for 83 years, 11 months and 23 days after the BBQ Chicken I had in Tangerine.

Resolution 5, Write a book called “Procrastinate”: Delayed it just to get the feel of the topic before I start.


By the way.. Happy New Year to all you guys..