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Friday, 18 October 2013

The Fantasy-tic Diaries.

I glanced at the mirror for the hundredth time now; to touch up my make up and run my fingers through my hair again and again feeling the silky soft just- conditioned –princess hair. I was dressed in an adorable white dress with a lacy netted neck piece attached with a big satin bow to tie at the back. I don’t even know what that dress is called; mum had got that one for me. It felt so pretty and I just fell in love with that gorgeous thing. I put on my kitten heels and went looking for my clutch and successfully spotted it under my almirah. I had to hurry, it was past six and I was supposed to reach the venue by six. (Getting ready is not what I do the best)
I was part of organizing the grand gala reunion of the 2013 graduating batch from Kendriya Vidyalaya NAL.  (even though we are about 20 of us now. But originally we started off with just nine crazy teenagers, like the population of India our cozy little family grew and is further expanding)
 Like I said, dressing up is not what I do quite often; neither do I wear makeup on a daily basis. I feel that if you look explicit and extraordinary everyday then when it comes to those extraordinary days you look very ordinary. But most the times I am just lazy to dress up and all that. The thought of managing the subtle, precious and sometimes heavy jewellery; getting all this through the sweat, confusion and hustle bustle of such special occasion is simply exhausting. I am happy with my pajamas and sweatshirts. I set aside all the dressing up and make up only for such special occasions. And this one clearly was a very special one. I was in cloud nine to meet these people and smother them with all the excitement and love. It was almost five years since we all came together and had a nice lovely chat. We were all "grown-ups" now, in our early twenties busy with college and establishing a life for ourselves, we hardly had any time for social networking sites and moreover most of us had moved out of Bangalore for “further” studies. So this called for a get together.
 It was a beautiful September night and as for Bangalore’s weather which is always so unpredictable, that night Lord Indra had blessed us with a very pleasant forecast. I was very pleased since it was a roof top garden party and the weather was one of the key quotients. I was impatient to add yet another memorable and unforgettable day of my life.
 I was completely drowned in the river of nostalgia, ever green memories of my glory days came flushing to me. Just as I was lost in my thoughts, my phone rang. “Holy Shit!” I gasped and ran to grab my vespa keys. It was a wide pedo smiling face of adobo aka Advay Sharma (– a handsome young man who was about to deep fry me in his deep manly voice for getting late. By the way, he is pursuing his law and he happens to be a very talented and charming boy) was flashing on my phone, I picked up the call thinking of an excuse quickly. “Where the hell are you?” yelled adobo. “On my way yaar, will see you in another fifteen minutes” I replied calmly. “Ok! And do not forget to grab those paneer tikkas on the way.” He reminded me. “Ohh yeah, I will! Is Pooh there yet? Just ask her to take care of the music and stuff. And I got a call from Ani, he is on his way from the airport and he needs a place to freshen up. Arrange it for him. Will ya?!” I stuffed him with more work. “I will take care of that Madame. Get your ass up here ASAP now.” He cut the call saying that.
The last minute arrangement, push and pull, arrangement, non cooperating annoying people, scarcity of ice cubes, the music system getting stuck, your veggie starters not arriving on time. All these things are the part and parcel of organizing a social event. We also had to face such gala catastrophes, but it didn’t matter much because it was going to be us and it would be special no matter what. I ducked the ever traffic jammed roads of Bangalore, almost got hit by an auto rickshaw  and reached the beautiful posh housing area of Koramangala. God the houses are like castles. Absolutely splendid! 
*honk honk* " Bhaiyaa, Open the gate!" I screamed, sitting on my vespa outside addu's really gorgeous huge castle like house. A lanky elderly man came running. I parked my vespa and ran up to the terrace in a hurry. I could hear the sound to glasses clicking, soft music on the background, a few excited voices and the aroma of the sizzling kababs were simply mesmerizing. I reached the terrace and boy I was bewildered. 
to be continued...

Wednesday, 16 October 2013

Rambling Shacks.

I just can’t find the inspiration to write; maybe I am searching in all the wrong places. I begin with typing out these random words, end up rambling and poof there it goes, and I just stare at an absolutely empty page all day while my thoughts wander around the music playing in the background. That’s it; I call it a day for writing and just sit there and hunt for something to just pounce up on me like a fierce tiger. The problem with the tiger is that just as swiftly and majestically he arrives just as that he exits. One must grab the tiger by his tail and try to lock him up in a well protected cell in their respective brains.
 Well I haven’t given up yet that’s something to appreciate about, I am waiting for the right moment to arrive and trigger something inspirational in order to allow me to manifest the inner capabilities to equip me with those powerful tools. I stare at the ceiling fan for hours together; there is something so catchy about the rapid circular motion of a fan that keeps me occupied. It is so hypnotic. While I am patiently waiting for that piece of beautiful inspiration to take its place in my head, mind you patience is not a quality that I often possess and steadily the patience to be patient is on the brink of slipping away yet again. I want to write about so many things, I know there are so many untold stories within me that I would like to unveil; I want to pen down a revolution, I want to entertain people , I want to open up my heart through my writing , my pen is the medium of expressing my feelings. My aspirations are very well aimed for the stars but I need to figure out a way to get there to at least reach the skies.
All this just gets to me and in one moment it’s a frenzy of feelings and thoughts and the next moment it is all gone, just the way it arrived. I wish to become an artist capable of painting these bold letters and weaving the words with the silver lining. I know that the little baby steps matter here but impatience gets the better of me. The impatience to live the “dream”, experiencing the perks, feeling good about yourself and the feeling of accomplishment. Honestly speaking somewhere along I have wanted to take the easy way out, the shortcut route and I am aware that it doesn't work that way ever, does it? You know like those books which say 10 easy steps to lose weight in 2 weeks or 10 easy steps to grow rich, well these things never work out. You either end up bankrupt or with horrible side effects or these steps are just indirectly indicating you to work hard.  You shed some sweat, work your ass off that is when you are paid off, then the satisfaction is extremely fulfilling. That is how it works at least that is how I have seen it work. So basically I am confused, scared, and unaware of what life is going to bring my way the next moment. As I am slowly sculpting my “way” (at least I think I am) , shedding those drops of sweat and  looking for the tiger and it pains me to say that it is difficult to hunt down one of these beasts at the rate at which these creatures are dying, I am held up in my own rambling shack.
 Guess what? I have successfully written a piece of rambling with no definite beginning and end. It is not bad for a restart. I should rename my blog as rambling shacks or something, since the imbued bubble within me just got burst. I like to ramble around with words; this is how I feel on the inside, shattered in a very funny way. Okay I better stop here for now and let my ramble do the talking.That's it for now. 
PS- let me know if you feel the same way or different. It makes me feel better.Thank you.

Wednesday, 2 October 2013

Life Unexpected.

So it all began one fine evening ,when I cosily indulged into this gripping novel by Varun Agarwal - How I braved Anu aunty and Co- Founded a million dollar company. What a book I must say, It left me thinking about our "Great Indian Education System" and its consequences on young India, but it is a whole new debate to be discussed. I love the way he puts his interesting life story.To me it seems all practical and  awesome and yet he has been successful in delivering some intricate B-school knowledge and some survival tips in the entrepreneurial world. I was so engrossed in that book, turning page after page, curious to discover his success story. Well to my conscious efforts, this little story of his was feeding to my Plan B, which is to co-found a company and become a successful entrepreneur. I have just formulated the rough idea, hope it soon transforms into something real soon.
 So, just as I had almost sunk into the pages, getting inspired and started making a few future plans, there was a sudden knock at the door and my parents rushed to get the door and I could sense the emergency in the air so I took my eyes off the book and ran to the living room only to find out that a man in my apartment who was supposedly my neighbour was lying unconscious.My dad is the only doctor in the apartment so he had to rush to that uncle's aid and my mom too headed out to enquire the situation. I didn't care much, besides I had a novel to finish and continue fantasising about my future.I got back to my room and continued reading. You know those moments when you are reading with complete concentration and attention,you suddenly jerk into reality which is gloomy and sad because you want to get to the super awesome book world. Well the same thing happened to me and I had woken from this aunty yelling on her phone in a very tensed and angst voice, but she managed to be loud enough." Send Ambulance, Patient unconscious. Serious." These words were enough for me to run downstairs and get a glimpse of the whole situation and it had been quite some time since my parents had left. I was sweating a bit and I didn't know why?!I went running down only to see an aunty weeping and her kajal had spread all over her face which added to the scariness of the situation. I peeped into the house and there was no sign of my parents and I didn't know what to do so I kind of hid behind the stairs ( Yes, I did that) only a few moments later mom came out and found me sitting on the stairs and informed me that the man was no more. He just died. POOF. He was gone. I accompanied my mom to their house, only to find a dead man lying on the bed, his wife moaning loudly and his startled children hugging their mother. It was a disturbing scene. It sort of affected me, left me thinking about the uncertainty of life. Life was at its peak for that man, he had a good job, bought a new house, was finally settling down, only when the universe decided to end it for him. He had it all. He seemed to pretty happy with his life. He was a perfectly healthy young Indian techie, who was relaxing after a long days work. He was working on his laptop and the next moment he was on the floor. Left cold dead by a massive cardiac arrest.That is it. Just by a matter of seconds he left his body, his job, his wife widowed , his children were fatherless, his wealth, and everything he knew was true was gone.
 A second let alone a moment can cause so much damage to us. We often undermine the power of a second and we believe that we are invincible.Life may be uncertain but death is the only certain think a human can ever think of. We came into this world with NOTHING and sure as hell we will take back NOTHING. Then why are we here? What is the purpose of life? We are not even the size of a dust particle in comparison to our vast universe. We are tremendously insignificant. But our insignificance doesn't stop us from doing things and being happy. Maybe that is why great people are so humble and down to earth because they have realised that all the fame, money and greatness doesn't matter after all and they have experienced the insignificance and uncertainty of human life.
 Nobody knows what is going to happen to you the very next moment. I mean the possibilities are vast- you could fall in love , just die, someone could bomb your house, aliens could invade our planet, unicorns could be flying on rainbows and it goes on. Anything can happen. All that you have with you is RIGHT NOW. This very freaking moment. I feel that there exists nothing like the future ( too hypocritical for a person who makes loads of "future" plans) You never know what is going to happen to you the nest second. So,Carpe the Diem.
Sometimes life seems to be nothing but illusions. Maybe we just weave these delusions and feed them with our experiences or things that we feel are true and it is ends up to a carpet called life.
One thing that I took back from this little experience of mine was,well let me quote Shakespeare first.
There's a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.Omitted, all the voyages of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries.On such a full sea are we now afloat,and we must take the current when it serves or lose our ventures.Well, life is short and opportunities are rare so seize every opportunity and live your dream. There is no time to wait for the right time to come around. If you want to do something , then you might as well start now.
So, the chain of events always turn out to be unexpected and the very zeal of life lies in its unexpected ness. What fun would it be to play a game so obvious and revealing?!