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.