Honey, I’m home! Was the sort of exclamation I should’ve made on my return from Dubai. The reality was quite contrary, from the minute I bought the ticket home till this moment every cell in my body’s been screaming to remain in Dubai. Maybe because I was just not ready to come home yet, maybe because I hadn’t had enough time to let it sink in that I’d be leaving Dubai and God forbid for good. That is probably why I hadn’t bought the ticket until the last day or packed until the last hour. Ironically, no matter how much I cursed it, I want that life back! I want those friends back. I want all of it back!!!
I want to pile into those little toy buses like prison workers while waiting frustrated but patiently for Nair Sahab to take the last swig and dab out his cigarette and start the bus. the long rides between KV and meadows when your only two options were to make mindless conversation with the person sitting next to you or stare aimlessly out of the window while silently bearing that infernal bollywood hit number for the 100th time.
I miss the being in front of the laptop all day constantly connected to everyone else. Where everyone’s just an email away. Where a harmless email forwarded carelessly could start a war and everybody would just jump in for the action whether it concerned them or not. Spend the entire day surfing the web reading random articles.
The people, I miss the most. Long walks around lakes, houses, trees with friends, strangers and peace. The quirky conversations spilling with humour, sprinkled with satire, seasoned with intellect –pseudo or otherwise.
Before I lose my mind over this god please help me find some form of business!
Sunday, March 26, 2006
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Friday, March 03, 2006
What I hate abt Blogging
Its always at the back of ur mind.
No matter what ur doing - taking the bus home, taking a dump or talking to ur love interest - You’re always wondering whether you can blog about it. You’re constantly measuring its ‘blogability index’(somebody has a trademark on this word). You hack away a 1000 word essay in your head at the speed of light.. Ofcourse, these words come to you at the most opportune times such as the examples mentioned above. There is absolutely no means of recording this lucid flow of thoughts. Five minutes later the bus stops or you pull the lever and your beautiful piece of literature is flushed down the drain.
Finally, one day you find the time and conviction to sit down in front of your computer and write about something and your mind gives you haath (Hyderabadi expression for ditching). It pretends to be the reflection of the maansarovar – clear and serene. Hello, I’m not exactly sitting down to meditate here! Noorie be my name, if it were half as still when I am actually trying to meditate!
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Then you forcefully wake imagination up from its Kumbhkaran like hibernation, it gets to work bleary-eyed and u end up typing random stuff like this.
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Then, imagination comes to the rescue on a dark stead, with a diamond on it forehead, and you end up typing random stuff like this.
No matter what ur doing - taking the bus home, taking a dump or talking to ur love interest - You’re always wondering whether you can blog about it. You’re constantly measuring its ‘blogability index’(somebody has a trademark on this word). You hack away a 1000 word essay in your head at the speed of light.. Ofcourse, these words come to you at the most opportune times such as the examples mentioned above. There is absolutely no means of recording this lucid flow of thoughts. Five minutes later the bus stops or you pull the lever and your beautiful piece of literature is flushed down the drain.
Finally, one day you find the time and conviction to sit down in front of your computer and write about something and your mind gives you haath (Hyderabadi expression for ditching). It pretends to be the reflection of the maansarovar – clear and serene. Hello, I’m not exactly sitting down to meditate here! Noorie be my name, if it were half as still when I am actually trying to meditate!
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Then you forcefully wake imagination up from its Kumbhkaran like hibernation, it gets to work bleary-eyed and u end up typing random stuff like this.
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