The cold sheets are crying for you. Every inch of the house have traces of your being. Don't let it fade.
The walls long to hear the sighs of sweet joys. Don't let them forget our music.
The couch has gone cold and needs your warmth. The telly is being watched but prefers watching you.
Of lying beside you, of being watched while I sleep, of sweet nothing's whispered. Come back soon
Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Someone You Knew
Life and its strangest ways.
Everyday you meet people, everyday you lose people. And the encounters define or mar your life. This post comes from a series of encounters i have had with different people over a long time. As one good friend said to me "people are projects to you right? " he said it in a way that even i would not have been able to put it across.
Every time you are questioned on your actions, as to why do you even care about someone, why do you sometimes justify even their meanest actions. Humans are complicated. Nothing can be done about that.Its this complication that challenges you. You try to justify everything that a person does to you. All those someones that you are nice to return your goodness or try to hurt you.
Someone insults you, you try to understand why. Someone breaks your heart you justify it by saying Your heart is meant to be broken. Everyone is weird in their own ways, they will never agree to it.Your biggest Nemesis, the one who makes you judge your own weird self suddenly becomes your obsession. You know you will hurt yourself but you still continue to touch that nerve. You know its not worth but you still give it a shot.
Why? because you are just curious too see beyond that complication. You love the chaos. You are nice to the meanest person, why? Cause people are your projects you want to see what makes them hate you. And then all these complicatedly simple people become part of your life. To all the someones you are the same. you can't hate anyone and you can't avoid anyone.
Someone who'll sweep you off your feet.
Someone who'll leave you small little notes.
Someone who gives you a smile everyday in spite of just having the worst day.
Someone who'll slap you in the middle of the road to put sense into your head.
Someone who leaves you stranded in the middle of a deserted road.
Someone who pulls your hair out of that messy bun.
Someone who sends you strawberry smileys because of the private joke between you'll.
Someone who promises to get you a souvenir and ends up getting it one size big.
Someone who you thought hates your guts but secretly loved to make you smile.
Someone sends you pink flowers.
Some one's vengeful words becomes your private humour.
Some one's unnoticed intentions come clear to you.
Some one's secret admiration becomes weird to you.
Someone who never had a picture clicked with you.
Someone who thinks your giggles are the weirdest thing ever.
Someone who hates to pose but clicks that awesome picture with you.
Someone treats you like a queen.
Someone who loves to see you cry.
Someone who hates your face.
Someone who loves to bug you, till you crack.
Someone who has a new nick name for you.
Someone to whom you'll always be their secret Santa.
Someone to whom you'll be JUST a friend.
Someone who'll walk all over you and you let them do
One fine day you do something stupid and you start regretting all that you did. All the nice things that you ever did. Blaming yourself for letting a someone walk over you and trample your spirit. You smile despite that.
And in the mess and complications you met another someone. Someone you thought you'd never meet ever again. And you meet them at the strangest place ever. A police station in the middle of nowhere, where you are filing a complaint for the other chaos that struck your life.
And this person just looks at you and you wonder if you should begin the conversation with a "how have you been" or just smile. And like the foolish thing that you are, you say
"how come here?".
To which he smiles that smile which you wanted to hate but never could.
"Being your Knight in Shiny shoes"
His sense of humour never stops. i swore i hated it before but i giggled this time. Past all forgotten.
And with that you become the someone who was at the police station distraught and helpless and the one person who you thought never cared, that one familiar face you never wanted to see becomes your hope in a very awkward way indeed. and you become theirs.
To all those someones you were their someone too. And one day your deed shall be returned. Cause life is strange and People are stranger than life itself.
Its 1 am i know and i always speak my mind when sleepy, and they never make any sense. If you did understand what's written here do let me know, cause i can never understand my ownself.
Everyday you meet people, everyday you lose people. And the encounters define or mar your life. This post comes from a series of encounters i have had with different people over a long time. As one good friend said to me "people are projects to you right? " he said it in a way that even i would not have been able to put it across.
Every time you are questioned on your actions, as to why do you even care about someone, why do you sometimes justify even their meanest actions. Humans are complicated. Nothing can be done about that.Its this complication that challenges you. You try to justify everything that a person does to you. All those someones that you are nice to return your goodness or try to hurt you.
Someone insults you, you try to understand why. Someone breaks your heart you justify it by saying Your heart is meant to be broken. Everyone is weird in their own ways, they will never agree to it.Your biggest Nemesis, the one who makes you judge your own weird self suddenly becomes your obsession. You know you will hurt yourself but you still continue to touch that nerve. You know its not worth but you still give it a shot.
Why? because you are just curious too see beyond that complication. You love the chaos. You are nice to the meanest person, why? Cause people are your projects you want to see what makes them hate you. And then all these complicatedly simple people become part of your life. To all the someones you are the same. you can't hate anyone and you can't avoid anyone.
Someone who'll sweep you off your feet.
Someone who'll leave you small little notes.
Someone who gives you a smile everyday in spite of just having the worst day.
Someone who'll slap you in the middle of the road to put sense into your head.
Someone who leaves you stranded in the middle of a deserted road.
Someone who pulls your hair out of that messy bun.
Someone who sends you strawberry smileys because of the private joke between you'll.
Someone who promises to get you a souvenir and ends up getting it one size big.
Someone who you thought hates your guts but secretly loved to make you smile.
Someone sends you pink flowers.
Some one's vengeful words becomes your private humour.
Some one's unnoticed intentions come clear to you.
Some one's secret admiration becomes weird to you.
Someone who never had a picture clicked with you.
Someone who thinks your giggles are the weirdest thing ever.
Someone who hates to pose but clicks that awesome picture with you.
Someone treats you like a queen.
Someone who loves to see you cry.
Someone who hates your face.
Someone who loves to bug you, till you crack.
Someone who has a new nick name for you.
Someone to whom you'll always be their secret Santa.
Someone to whom you'll be JUST a friend.
Someone who'll walk all over you and you let them do
One fine day you do something stupid and you start regretting all that you did. All the nice things that you ever did. Blaming yourself for letting a someone walk over you and trample your spirit. You smile despite that.
And in the mess and complications you met another someone. Someone you thought you'd never meet ever again. And you meet them at the strangest place ever. A police station in the middle of nowhere, where you are filing a complaint for the other chaos that struck your life.
And this person just looks at you and you wonder if you should begin the conversation with a "how have you been" or just smile. And like the foolish thing that you are, you say
"how come here?".
To which he smiles that smile which you wanted to hate but never could.
"Being your Knight in Shiny shoes"
His sense of humour never stops. i swore i hated it before but i giggled this time. Past all forgotten.
And with that you become the someone who was at the police station distraught and helpless and the one person who you thought never cared, that one familiar face you never wanted to see becomes your hope in a very awkward way indeed. and you become theirs.
To all those someones you were their someone too. And one day your deed shall be returned. Cause life is strange and People are stranger than life itself.
Its 1 am i know and i always speak my mind when sleepy, and they never make any sense. If you did understand what's written here do let me know, cause i can never understand my ownself.
Monday, May 2, 2011
The Untitled Post
This post should have been published way back in the month of march. But people who know me well would also know my alter ego the laziness. But i have valid reasons now. I was busy. No seriously i was. Hong Kong Trip and work and wedding blues and stuff........... So well here goes.
I was getting sick of my routine. Tired of seeing the same old people in my cab. Having the same conversations everyday. It was slowly creeping into me. Work delighted me. But the people around me still felt the same. I was itching for a change. A holiday. Something. A new Office Crush maybe. :p but then lazy me never did anything worthwhile. I sat on the same window side of my cab. Looked at the same old sights while heading out to work. Saw the same girl walking on the crowded road. Saw the same hunchbacked guy selling flowers by the roadside.
It was on one of these normal same old days that i noticed the kingfisher perched on a pole. Its bright coloured small body perched pretty on the tall pole. I saw it one day, and the next and kept seeing it everyday. Perched on the same pole the same spot. Still and unmoving. Almost feels as though its a ceramic piece kept there.
It became a routine for me. Everyday I'd see it perched at the same spot. This went on for a couple of days. I wonder what did it even think. Did it just perch there everyday looking at people travel on that lonely road and laugh at them. Did it perch there to look into the lake and catch its fish for the day. I wonder if it ever got bored sitting at the exact same place and the exact same pole.
Sad life it must have i thought. To be sitting on that same pole everyday at the same time. Its got wings. Wings to tale it anywhere it wanted to. Sit on any pole it wanted. Fish at any lake it wished to. Strange as it may sound i thought about my life. I could also do anything. I had wings too. I could make my change. But i did not. I was making myself comfortable. Comfortable about my routine.
Slowly it struck me how comfortable I was making myself. Gone were the days were i took risks did things that i wanted to and never cared. I would not change my travel operator cause i was comfortable in taking that same particular bus whenever i travelled home to mlore.
I still took the same old bus from the same stop whenever i ventured out on weekends. No matter where i went i made sure i was close to that bus stop where i could tale my bus home.
And i was complaining even when i was at fault. And right there i took it upon myself i need a change. And i ll bring the change. So i did. Stopped taking breakfast at my desk. Sat with random people at the cafeteria. Only they were the housekeeping staff or the catering stuff who come so early but the deal was it was a change. A nice way to strike up conversations with them. I got extra juice glasses too. :p ssshh trade secret. I took walks. Each day a different person.
And then the Hong Kong trip happened. MAJOR CHANGE. That trip has a different story in itself. Did things i'd never would have done. Too explicit to be told here. :p But it changed me. I explored i ventured met people. it did not feel like routine. 11 days each a different me. One day wild, one day calm, one day crazy childlike. I was no longer comfortable in anything. Getting back to India i thought things will get back to the same. But i was wrong it did not. It still felt different. Everything felt new and nice. I was making changes. Seeing things differently. OC remains the same though :p
But then something changed. My kingfisher was not on that pole anymore. It troubled me for a few days. Almost thought it died or something bad must have happened to it. I changed my cab route and timings, got new cab mates and new conversations happened. And then one fine day i look out the window on my way to work and i see my kingfisher perched on a different pole. Its pretty little colourful body sitting on a higher pole, having a whole new perspective. So its not just me thats making changes in life. The kingfisher has changed its pole.
P.S. I could not think of a right title for this post. Help me out here guys. the comments box is right below
I was getting sick of my routine. Tired of seeing the same old people in my cab. Having the same conversations everyday. It was slowly creeping into me. Work delighted me. But the people around me still felt the same. I was itching for a change. A holiday. Something. A new Office Crush maybe. :p but then lazy me never did anything worthwhile. I sat on the same window side of my cab. Looked at the same old sights while heading out to work. Saw the same girl walking on the crowded road. Saw the same hunchbacked guy selling flowers by the roadside.
It was on one of these normal same old days that i noticed the kingfisher perched on a pole. Its bright coloured small body perched pretty on the tall pole. I saw it one day, and the next and kept seeing it everyday. Perched on the same pole the same spot. Still and unmoving. Almost feels as though its a ceramic piece kept there.
It became a routine for me. Everyday I'd see it perched at the same spot. This went on for a couple of days. I wonder what did it even think. Did it just perch there everyday looking at people travel on that lonely road and laugh at them. Did it perch there to look into the lake and catch its fish for the day. I wonder if it ever got bored sitting at the exact same place and the exact same pole.
Sad life it must have i thought. To be sitting on that same pole everyday at the same time. Its got wings. Wings to tale it anywhere it wanted to. Sit on any pole it wanted. Fish at any lake it wished to. Strange as it may sound i thought about my life. I could also do anything. I had wings too. I could make my change. But i did not. I was making myself comfortable. Comfortable about my routine.
Slowly it struck me how comfortable I was making myself. Gone were the days were i took risks did things that i wanted to and never cared. I would not change my travel operator cause i was comfortable in taking that same particular bus whenever i travelled home to mlore.
I still took the same old bus from the same stop whenever i ventured out on weekends. No matter where i went i made sure i was close to that bus stop where i could tale my bus home.
And i was complaining even when i was at fault. And right there i took it upon myself i need a change. And i ll bring the change. So i did. Stopped taking breakfast at my desk. Sat with random people at the cafeteria. Only they were the housekeeping staff or the catering stuff who come so early but the deal was it was a change. A nice way to strike up conversations with them. I got extra juice glasses too. :p ssshh trade secret. I took walks. Each day a different person.
And then the Hong Kong trip happened. MAJOR CHANGE. That trip has a different story in itself. Did things i'd never would have done. Too explicit to be told here. :p But it changed me. I explored i ventured met people. it did not feel like routine. 11 days each a different me. One day wild, one day calm, one day crazy childlike. I was no longer comfortable in anything. Getting back to India i thought things will get back to the same. But i was wrong it did not. It still felt different. Everything felt new and nice. I was making changes. Seeing things differently. OC remains the same though :p
But then something changed. My kingfisher was not on that pole anymore. It troubled me for a few days. Almost thought it died or something bad must have happened to it. I changed my cab route and timings, got new cab mates and new conversations happened. And then one fine day i look out the window on my way to work and i see my kingfisher perched on a different pole. Its pretty little colourful body sitting on a higher pole, having a whole new perspective. So its not just me thats making changes in life. The kingfisher has changed its pole.
P.S. I could not think of a right title for this post. Help me out here guys. the comments box is right below
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
One whine filled post.
Why i dont want next week to happen? Quite a few guessing around happening about my whines about next week.
1. You getting MARRIED? (love this reason)
2. You got some project. (so why should i dread?)
3. You running away with your bf. (like huh? He would run away FROM ME :p)
4. You stole a million dollars. (sadly i got no time for grand plans :p)
5. Your parents are coming. ( how i wish that was true.i would never dread sigh )
Funny guess work indeed. Well let me break the bubble. Its my birthday next week. So why the dread you ask. Wait no its not because i am going old. I would love going old. Love having wrinkles or grey hair it would give me a reason to celebrate.
I dont want to be here away from all my bumchums, my loved ones and most importantly from the two. Al and Carrie. This is the thing we three best friends have the birthday on the same day. Every year its a big thing for the whole gang of us. Everyone looks forward to Al, carrie and Nessi.'s birthday. And its celebrated in much gusto. A whole day at the beach or going out for a long lunch or just spending the whole day riding around the city in our activas. The all girl gang fun.
I miss all that. I miss being with people who i know care even though they find me crazy. My super star who made my last birthday memorable too. I miss him.
I miss my family who saw to it that each year i turned old they would make it special. Mom cooking all my treats and waking me up in the middle of the night and keeping me awake to receive my calls. Oh yeah i sleep on my birthday. I cant stay awake after 12.30am. So friends who know that, squeeze all their calls in that time frame. "wait put nessi on conference she will sleep off otherwise"
So why will this birthday be different? The reason is that the people i always make memories with are all back home. Yeah al is in mlore and carrie in manipal and me here so for both of us its not really going to be a party together. And also considering the rest of us are also flung out across the country and the world. When i whined about with mom she just told me one think. "This year make memories with new people. You still got pinty and drawer." i know i still got some friends here. But i was so used to the old memories am dreading of making new ones.
The other dread is the fact that i dont have anything to celebrate about. Every year i think what have i done to celebrate this birthday and i always had a commemorable moment. This year i have none. Zilch. Nothing at all. No point celebrating it right. So in case you plan on wishing me please bear with my whinings and as my good friend Yulia said "Oh great the whiner is here." Cant really help it. I am growing old and i have done nothing with these 22yrs. *A big depressing sigh*
1. You getting MARRIED? (love this reason)
2. You got some project. (so why should i dread?)
3. You running away with your bf. (like huh? He would run away FROM ME :p)
4. You stole a million dollars. (sadly i got no time for grand plans :p)
5. Your parents are coming. ( how i wish that was true.i would never dread sigh )
Funny guess work indeed. Well let me break the bubble. Its my birthday next week. So why the dread you ask. Wait no its not because i am going old. I would love going old. Love having wrinkles or grey hair it would give me a reason to celebrate.
I dont want to be here away from all my bumchums, my loved ones and most importantly from the two. Al and Carrie. This is the thing we three best friends have the birthday on the same day. Every year its a big thing for the whole gang of us. Everyone looks forward to Al, carrie and Nessi.'s birthday. And its celebrated in much gusto. A whole day at the beach or going out for a long lunch or just spending the whole day riding around the city in our activas. The all girl gang fun.
I miss all that. I miss being with people who i know care even though they find me crazy. My super star who made my last birthday memorable too. I miss him.
I miss my family who saw to it that each year i turned old they would make it special. Mom cooking all my treats and waking me up in the middle of the night and keeping me awake to receive my calls. Oh yeah i sleep on my birthday. I cant stay awake after 12.30am. So friends who know that, squeeze all their calls in that time frame. "wait put nessi on conference she will sleep off otherwise"
So why will this birthday be different? The reason is that the people i always make memories with are all back home. Yeah al is in mlore and carrie in manipal and me here so for both of us its not really going to be a party together. And also considering the rest of us are also flung out across the country and the world. When i whined about with mom she just told me one think. "This year make memories with new people. You still got pinty and drawer." i know i still got some friends here. But i was so used to the old memories am dreading of making new ones.
The other dread is the fact that i dont have anything to celebrate about. Every year i think what have i done to celebrate this birthday and i always had a commemorable moment. This year i have none. Zilch. Nothing at all. No point celebrating it right. So in case you plan on wishing me please bear with my whinings and as my good friend Yulia said "Oh great the whiner is here." Cant really help it. I am growing old and i have done nothing with these 22yrs. *A big depressing sigh*
Sunday, October 3, 2010
MMS - Mangalore Memories Syndrome
It all started friday night with Drawer pestering me on how much fun it would be to just get up hop on the bus and come home with her to mlore. My mangalore. All thanks to her i suddenly fell homesick. I tried hard to finish work as soon as possible. With a pounding head and work piling up i worked like i was on red bull but nothing seems to be getting done on time. I gave up, no way could i get it done on time. That made me all sulky and moody. I wanted to go home. I wanted to go home. That was all that was ringing in my head. Even the big bar of chocolate did not cheer me up. I was all sulky the whole friday night and no i was not pms-ing it was more like mms-ing (Mangalore Memories Syndrome). Haunted by it whole night long. I had dreams and nightmares about ppl from my mlore life.
Saturday morning i decided its time i did the most dreaded activity. SHOPPING. And lets see if retail therapy can work its wonders. Trust me it never did. I always hated shopping. And always will. Cousin happily tagged along and we started off on the maniac journey in the streets of blore. I was hoping that we could just sit on the bus and stare at the vehicles whizzing away. But as luck would be it, we stepped into an over packed bus. We were packed in like sardines. Reminded me of the mlore buses. Where the conductor would not spare even an inch or a centimeter, and stuff passengers into the bus. The bus dangerously tilting and
chugging along the road. Same experience here. Except i never got to smell anyone's armpits. Thank God for the Volvo buses. But yeah I stood the whole way. Whole freaking hour. I reminded myself no thinking of home. No getting sulky. No haunting memories to make me home sick.
Famished by just that ride we decided to have lunch first. And we went to this restaurant called Kudla. Oh yes its a mangalorean restaurant. There its in my system now am missing home more than ever. But it was a good thing. The restaurant did remind me of home in a good way. The false wooden ceiling reminded me of my grandma's house and we both cousins just could not stop getting nostalgic about the old days. Blame it on the place or the food. I could not help it. The kori rotti, the bangda fry, and prawn masala rice just stuffed my happy tummy with nice mlorean memories. Conversing in tulu with the waiters and the owner, it truly felt home like. But still made me sulky. I wanted to go home. .
And then we walked all the way to brigades. Again nostalgia crept in. The long walks i took to go anywhere. The walks i took home. The walks i took to college. The way i kept pestering my friends. "Lets just walk". This was just not helping. I want to go home.
That was it! i told myself no sulky mood. Am going to enjoy this day. We went to a shoe place to buy some slippers. And i dont know what came over me i started bargaining in tulu. That wasn't the surprising part. The baffling part is when the shop guy responded in tulu. I did not know whether to hug him there or just give him the money and scoot. Thats what i did, i just scooted from there. Could not bargain.
While walking around the place i saw someone familiar. I did a double take only to realise i was seeing things. How the hell can a person come all the way here just for a day. This is just not helping me. I got sulky again. Distracted myself by shopping. Went about spending on things that i would not normally spend so much on. Retail therapy just does not help.
Too tired with all the exercise of shutting myself away from mlore memories. I had enough i told my sister. Lets just go home. We could not get a direct bus. So we got down at marathalli and she took me to this store. THE MANGALORE STORES. It had everything mlore in it. Red rice. Green chakkulli's, beaten rice, rose cookies, cockum. All sorts of other food items. The famous SRR masala packets just hit me hard. They are the same masala makers that manufacture those lovely masalas right near my place. I remember walking past that place and i could smell chillis and strong garam masalas. Who am i kidding. I cant run away from mlore memories. It will stick and stay with me forever like a leech.
Not to forget i ended my day to a nice tender coconut. The sweet water and and creamy malai just lifted my mood right there. Best part i atleast found my little mlore here in the maddening blore. No more sulky me. If i cant go home. I ll get home here. Time to start loving this place. Time to start making memories of Bangalore.
Saturday morning i decided its time i did the most dreaded activity. SHOPPING. And lets see if retail therapy can work its wonders. Trust me it never did. I always hated shopping. And always will. Cousin happily tagged along and we started off on the maniac journey in the streets of blore. I was hoping that we could just sit on the bus and stare at the vehicles whizzing away. But as luck would be it, we stepped into an over packed bus. We were packed in like sardines. Reminded me of the mlore buses. Where the conductor would not spare even an inch or a centimeter, and stuff passengers into the bus. The bus dangerously tilting and
chugging along the road. Same experience here. Except i never got to smell anyone's armpits. Thank God for the Volvo buses. But yeah I stood the whole way. Whole freaking hour. I reminded myself no thinking of home. No getting sulky. No haunting memories to make me home sick.
Famished by just that ride we decided to have lunch first. And we went to this restaurant called Kudla. Oh yes its a mangalorean restaurant. There its in my system now am missing home more than ever. But it was a good thing. The restaurant did remind me of home in a good way. The false wooden ceiling reminded me of my grandma's house and we both cousins just could not stop getting nostalgic about the old days. Blame it on the place or the food. I could not help it. The kori rotti, the bangda fry, and prawn masala rice just stuffed my happy tummy with nice mlorean memories. Conversing in tulu with the waiters and the owner, it truly felt home like. But still made me sulky. I wanted to go home. .
And then we walked all the way to brigades. Again nostalgia crept in. The long walks i took to go anywhere. The walks i took home. The walks i took to college. The way i kept pestering my friends. "Lets just walk". This was just not helping. I want to go home.
That was it! i told myself no sulky mood. Am going to enjoy this day. We went to a shoe place to buy some slippers. And i dont know what came over me i started bargaining in tulu. That wasn't the surprising part. The baffling part is when the shop guy responded in tulu. I did not know whether to hug him there or just give him the money and scoot. Thats what i did, i just scooted from there. Could not bargain.
While walking around the place i saw someone familiar. I did a double take only to realise i was seeing things. How the hell can a person come all the way here just for a day. This is just not helping me. I got sulky again. Distracted myself by shopping. Went about spending on things that i would not normally spend so much on. Retail therapy just does not help.
Too tired with all the exercise of shutting myself away from mlore memories. I had enough i told my sister. Lets just go home. We could not get a direct bus. So we got down at marathalli and she took me to this store. THE MANGALORE STORES. It had everything mlore in it. Red rice. Green chakkulli's, beaten rice, rose cookies, cockum. All sorts of other food items. The famous SRR masala packets just hit me hard. They are the same masala makers that manufacture those lovely masalas right near my place. I remember walking past that place and i could smell chillis and strong garam masalas. Who am i kidding. I cant run away from mlore memories. It will stick and stay with me forever like a leech.
Not to forget i ended my day to a nice tender coconut. The sweet water and and creamy malai just lifted my mood right there. Best part i atleast found my little mlore here in the maddening blore. No more sulky me. If i cant go home. I ll get home here. Time to start loving this place. Time to start making memories of Bangalore.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Funny assumptions...
I haven't blogged for ages. If i could make excuses here are some. I was too busy with work. I forgot my user id and password. Okay lame excuses i know. Absolutely no reason to not blog. But frankly speaking i had nothing worthwhile happening to blog okay maybe the new phone. But then frankly speaking i was too lazy. And the move to the new city was just too depressing. Hate the city and the people here. Work is my only respite. I love work. Wait for mondays. Hate fridays. So all said and done i finally found something to blog about.
Something funny happened a few days ago. It is actually depressing but i found humour in it. So here's what happened. I sprained my foot on an unfortunate tuesday and was limping about for the next three days with an ugly pink crepe band
aged foot. Pity flew in all over. Stories were also cooked up about how i fell. Which i just hated. I wanted to just sit and close my ears and not hear the sympathy. And worse part the pain in my foot made me immobile. I could not walk the elegant walk anymore. Name calling started. Limpy lucy, langdi tyagi and so on.Friday i took a day off from work stayed at home to sulk. Took the doctors appointment finally and decided to go for it.
That same day a friend of mine called me up saying he was near my place and was free for a few hours and we could meet up. With nothing left to do i dragged my limp along. Auto drivers took pity on me and quoted an exuberant price of 50 for half a kilometer. Cursing them i preferred to walk. But then hopped into a bus. Yes for just one stop. Stupid ankle. And i limped my way to the food court. With people staring at me. And then my friend comes in with his dislocated wrist wrapped in an ugly pink crepe bandage. It looked terrible. He became captain hook and i became limpy lucy. Suddenly i realised the name calling that i indulged in. And so when we began talking did i realise that all eyes were on us. People were just staring. They did not have the courtesy to even look away when i returned the stare. Thats when we both realised people can actually cook up stories about our injuries. They may think that we had the same accident and are now meeting after it. Considering that he is going to join work in a few days and start working in the same business park as me there will be lovely stories and name calling going about. Assumptions just fly about just by looking at somebody or something.
And then he decided to walk me till the clinic. Stares continued. From my foot till his dislocated wrist. Broken for each other some would think. And then he left. Too embarrassed to walk inside am sure cause his case of dislocated wrist would be more exciting for the doctor than my simple sprained ankle. Spoke to the receptionist and enquired if the doctor was in. I had to wait for half an hour she told me. Thats when she chatted up with me asking me how i injured my foot. Then she asked me "That boy who was outside with You, did he fall with You, While trying to save You?" *facepalm*
Something funny happened a few days ago. It is actually depressing but i found humour in it. So here's what happened. I sprained my foot on an unfortunate tuesday and was limping about for the next three days with an ugly pink crepe band
aged foot. Pity flew in all over. Stories were also cooked up about how i fell. Which i just hated. I wanted to just sit and close my ears and not hear the sympathy. And worse part the pain in my foot made me immobile. I could not walk the elegant walk anymore. Name calling started. Limpy lucy, langdi tyagi and so on.Friday i took a day off from work stayed at home to sulk. Took the doctors appointment finally and decided to go for it.
That same day a friend of mine called me up saying he was near my place and was free for a few hours and we could meet up. With nothing left to do i dragged my limp along. Auto drivers took pity on me and quoted an exuberant price of 50 for half a kilometer. Cursing them i preferred to walk. But then hopped into a bus. Yes for just one stop. Stupid ankle. And i limped my way to the food court. With people staring at me. And then my friend comes in with his dislocated wrist wrapped in an ugly pink crepe bandage. It looked terrible. He became captain hook and i became limpy lucy. Suddenly i realised the name calling that i indulged in. And so when we began talking did i realise that all eyes were on us. People were just staring. They did not have the courtesy to even look away when i returned the stare. Thats when we both realised people can actually cook up stories about our injuries. They may think that we had the same accident and are now meeting after it. Considering that he is going to join work in a few days and start working in the same business park as me there will be lovely stories and name calling going about. Assumptions just fly about just by looking at somebody or something.
And then he decided to walk me till the clinic. Stares continued. From my foot till his dislocated wrist. Broken for each other some would think. And then he left. Too embarrassed to walk inside am sure cause his case of dislocated wrist would be more exciting for the doctor than my simple sprained ankle. Spoke to the receptionist and enquired if the doctor was in. I had to wait for half an hour she told me. Thats when she chatted up with me asking me how i injured my foot. Then she asked me "That boy who was outside with You, did he fall with You, While trying to save You?" *facepalm*
Monday, July 5, 2010
Star Gazer
Slowly the night sky enveloped her,
Tearing apart her every hope. She
Abhorred the pain that
Ripped her heart and stole her spirit.
Groping in the dark she searched,
An abode that felt like home, that her
Zealous spirit longed for,
Eager was she to smile again, with
Rekindled hope she looked up and in that very dark night saw her STAR,................ and she became the STAR GAZER.
Another attempt at acrostic poetry. With a dedication to someone who has made me strong in my weakness and also weak in my strength. :)
Tearing apart her every hope. She
Abhorred the pain that
Ripped her heart and stole her spirit.
Groping in the dark she searched,
An abode that felt like home, that her
Zealous spirit longed for,
Eager was she to smile again, with
Rekindled hope she looked up and in that very dark night saw her STAR,................ and she became the STAR GAZER.
Another attempt at acrostic poetry. With a dedication to someone who has made me strong in my weakness and also weak in my strength. :)
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Mr Interesting
**This post is coming up after my friend said its worth blogging about. Drawer if i get tomatoes i am parcelling them all to you.**
Am now safe in the new city. No incidents of getting lost. except for a few misdirections and stuff. But yeah am well settled with my new job and all. But then i was still not happy. I was very home sick. Was still introspecting on whether it was worth coming all the way here for my career which was as it is in doldrums.
The new job was fabulous. Great team, awesome ambience and all that jazz. Everyone i met, spoke about how cool the place was. And what a sexed out place it is to be in. The kind of work culture and networking that happens made me feel like i was in some fairyland.
But i felt worse than a confused alice in wonderland. Then THIS happened. I was very home sick. Everyday returning to my place late from work was always depressing. Its another thing that i stayed in one end of the city. Just the thought of going off to sleep without hearing mom's nagging or dad's laughter or bro's snoring made me miserable. And everytime i took the company cab, i was either alone. Or i had people who were too busy with their blackberries.
And the kind of looks that i get from the transport manager whenever i mention the place where i stay made me feel worse. He always puts me in a cab alone. Cause no one stays my way. So basically i used to feel lost and alone on the trip back home. Nobody to converse with sometimes. Nobody at home either to ask how my day went. Cause by the time i reach, my cousin would be fast asleep.
So this fine day i was lucky to have someone come my way. We were both put in the same cab. He stayed somewhere close to my place. I could not see his face clearly cause it was dark and i was damn sleepy. The first question he asked 'How was your day?' and that started it all. The entire ride home we spoke. We spoke about work. And he gave me some valuable career advice. He spoke the real nitty gritty facts about the workplace. About what really works here. Unlike the people i met who just spoke about how cool the place is or how cool the parties are.
That thirty or twenty minute conversation i had, felt like i met a mentor. I was awed. I slept a peaceful sleep. It was the best conversation i had in a long time.
The next day i tried to recall. What the hell was his name? Racked my brains hard. Yes i know am very terrible with names and faces. I just could not recall. I tried all possible combinations and permutations of what i heard was his name.
On reaching work i pinged drawer. Told her about my cab ride. I tried to find him on the office web portal. I knew he worked in the same floor as mine.
I had to find him. I looked at every guy closely. Stared at them trying to recall. Was it him? I think people would have wondered whats wrong with me?
For once i was wondering if he even was real. Maybe if my life was any interesting (i know i keep quoting this everytime), he must have been some ghost who wanted to show me the reality.
So i was still searching on the office portal and the communicator and finally i looked up from my work screen and i see a guy walking past my desk and i almost jumped. Oh yes it was him. Immediately his name came to me. :)
That just made my day. I got busy afterwards and just could not speak to him. All though he sits just three rows away from me.
During lunch breaks and coffee breaks we crossed each other and just exchanged hi's. I thought i would catch him for coffee or if i walked by his desk but i just could not. And then it was almost the end of the day. I decided to leave early and just has i was leaving i saw him shaking hands with everyone. I guessed maybe he was just wishing everyone a happy extended weekend. Monday being the strike. I met him later in the basement and we were put in the same cab. Another interesting ride, i said to myself. Then he looks at me and says "today is my last day. I quit."
I was speechless i had nothing to say. I think i said something foolish that i could not remember. "All i could say was, dude you told me stuff last night that inspired me. Now you tell me this". And then he tells me. "forget about what ever i bitch about work. Dont let that scare you. Work is a bitch but Just work like you love it. Be proactive. I had trouble with my work life balance. You are lucky to have a nice team so make the best use of it."
And that was it. I will be back to boring cab rides alone. I thought i found a mentor but now he is no longer at my work place. Where ever you are mr interesting, you just found a fan.
P.S. I had tweeted about mr interesting so i thought he owed a blog too.
Am now safe in the new city. No incidents of getting lost. except for a few misdirections and stuff. But yeah am well settled with my new job and all. But then i was still not happy. I was very home sick. Was still introspecting on whether it was worth coming all the way here for my career which was as it is in doldrums.
The new job was fabulous. Great team, awesome ambience and all that jazz. Everyone i met, spoke about how cool the place was. And what a sexed out place it is to be in. The kind of work culture and networking that happens made me feel like i was in some fairyland.
But i felt worse than a confused alice in wonderland. Then THIS happened. I was very home sick. Everyday returning to my place late from work was always depressing. Its another thing that i stayed in one end of the city. Just the thought of going off to sleep without hearing mom's nagging or dad's laughter or bro's snoring made me miserable. And everytime i took the company cab, i was either alone. Or i had people who were too busy with their blackberries.
And the kind of looks that i get from the transport manager whenever i mention the place where i stay made me feel worse. He always puts me in a cab alone. Cause no one stays my way. So basically i used to feel lost and alone on the trip back home. Nobody to converse with sometimes. Nobody at home either to ask how my day went. Cause by the time i reach, my cousin would be fast asleep.
So this fine day i was lucky to have someone come my way. We were both put in the same cab. He stayed somewhere close to my place. I could not see his face clearly cause it was dark and i was damn sleepy. The first question he asked 'How was your day?' and that started it all. The entire ride home we spoke. We spoke about work. And he gave me some valuable career advice. He spoke the real nitty gritty facts about the workplace. About what really works here. Unlike the people i met who just spoke about how cool the place is or how cool the parties are.
That thirty or twenty minute conversation i had, felt like i met a mentor. I was awed. I slept a peaceful sleep. It was the best conversation i had in a long time.
The next day i tried to recall. What the hell was his name? Racked my brains hard. Yes i know am very terrible with names and faces. I just could not recall. I tried all possible combinations and permutations of what i heard was his name.
On reaching work i pinged drawer. Told her about my cab ride. I tried to find him on the office web portal. I knew he worked in the same floor as mine.
I had to find him. I looked at every guy closely. Stared at them trying to recall. Was it him? I think people would have wondered whats wrong with me?
For once i was wondering if he even was real. Maybe if my life was any interesting (i know i keep quoting this everytime), he must have been some ghost who wanted to show me the reality.
So i was still searching on the office portal and the communicator and finally i looked up from my work screen and i see a guy walking past my desk and i almost jumped. Oh yes it was him. Immediately his name came to me. :)
That just made my day. I got busy afterwards and just could not speak to him. All though he sits just three rows away from me.
During lunch breaks and coffee breaks we crossed each other and just exchanged hi's. I thought i would catch him for coffee or if i walked by his desk but i just could not. And then it was almost the end of the day. I decided to leave early and just has i was leaving i saw him shaking hands with everyone. I guessed maybe he was just wishing everyone a happy extended weekend. Monday being the strike. I met him later in the basement and we were put in the same cab. Another interesting ride, i said to myself. Then he looks at me and says "today is my last day. I quit."
I was speechless i had nothing to say. I think i said something foolish that i could not remember. "All i could say was, dude you told me stuff last night that inspired me. Now you tell me this". And then he tells me. "forget about what ever i bitch about work. Dont let that scare you. Work is a bitch but Just work like you love it. Be proactive. I had trouble with my work life balance. You are lucky to have a nice team so make the best use of it."
And that was it. I will be back to boring cab rides alone. I thought i found a mentor but now he is no longer at my work place. Where ever you are mr interesting, you just found a fan.
P.S. I had tweeted about mr interesting so i thought he owed a blog too.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
LOST!!!
No, this post is not a review on the season finale of the tv series LOST.
Dont even bother asking me about it cause I have stopped watching it after season one I guess.
I am constantly accused of being a wandering, dreaming soul. After my sleepwalking episode people have even considered me to have a slight chance of schizophrenia. I still take it as a joke. (its a joke right?)
So after having a really bad day. With a lot of arguements with a people who care about me. I was returning from a friend's place. I think the stupid jerk in me offended certain people and that fired my bad mood more. I did not intend to. And I dont even know in what way did i mean offence. Pondering over it, I walked to the bus depot where, well, there were many buses lined up. I got into a bus. Green one, did not bother looking at the number cause I knew that this particular bus had to take me home.
Normally it takes me only 15mins to reach home. I was in my own thoughts. Did not realise it was past 30mins. I look around and I can see the bus is packed with people. The streets looked very unfamiliar. I could not even recognise even the street signs.
First emotion:PANIC. But I was still rooted on my seat. Still scratching my head. I should be somewhere near my place even if the bus took a different route.
I looked right to see if I could ask the woman next to me, where the hell I was. She was fast asleep with a big plastic bag on her lap. No way could I get out of my seat without waking her up. And I had no guts to wake her up.
The women in front of me were busy chatting away about their teenage children. And how they never come home on time and lie about being stuck in traffic. Bad idea!! I cant ask them either. So no use looking back and asking the men behind me either. They were too busy chewing pan and spitting out the window.
I decided I would get down at a stop which is familiar and then take an auto from there. But no way could I even remember coming to this part of the city. 19 yrs here and I think am LOST. Just a day before moving away to a new city am lost in my own home town.
The lanes that the bus went through were dark and I had no idea where I was. Finally I heard a stop name. Suterpet. The name scared me more than the men oogling at my confused face.
Finally I had enough I got up woke the sleeping lady with the big bag. Made my way across the crowd of people, got felt up, I guess, but I had the panic of getting off, more than hitting back.
Once I had my feet on the ground, even though it was an unfamiliar place, I could finally breathe. Looked around not a man or a woman in sight. Only dogs and owls hooting in the trees. Behind me were high walls. And i din't even want to think what was behind it. But i guess if it was a cemetery it would make this an even more interesting story than if it was just some house with high fence walls.
So I walk for 2mins till I see an auto and ask him first "where am I?" he looks at me as though I was some ghost. Not wanting to here his answer I tell him where I need to go. Silently praying please let it not be far I just got 30rs in my wallet. I got in and did not even bother looking around as to where I am. I dont want to know. Only when I saw the familiar hospital did i pray a silent happy prayer. But the irony of it all its the fr mullers hospital which also has a mental hospital ward. (dont laugh).
And I finally reach home which by the way is next to a hospital. No not a mental hospital.
I still cant seem to chuckle over the fact that I got lost in my own home town just a day before I move to a new city.
I stare at my packed bags and wonder. More adventures to come or will I be put in a jacket.
P.S. Dont judge me after this. Friends who know me well enough know why i wrote this. :) :) its for humour's sake
Dont even bother asking me about it cause I have stopped watching it after season one I guess.
I am constantly accused of being a wandering, dreaming soul. After my sleepwalking episode people have even considered me to have a slight chance of schizophrenia. I still take it as a joke. (its a joke right?)
So after having a really bad day. With a lot of arguements with a people who care about me. I was returning from a friend's place. I think the stupid jerk in me offended certain people and that fired my bad mood more. I did not intend to. And I dont even know in what way did i mean offence. Pondering over it, I walked to the bus depot where, well, there were many buses lined up. I got into a bus. Green one, did not bother looking at the number cause I knew that this particular bus had to take me home.
Normally it takes me only 15mins to reach home. I was in my own thoughts. Did not realise it was past 30mins. I look around and I can see the bus is packed with people. The streets looked very unfamiliar. I could not even recognise even the street signs.
First emotion:PANIC. But I was still rooted on my seat. Still scratching my head. I should be somewhere near my place even if the bus took a different route.
I looked right to see if I could ask the woman next to me, where the hell I was. She was fast asleep with a big plastic bag on her lap. No way could I get out of my seat without waking her up. And I had no guts to wake her up.
The women in front of me were busy chatting away about their teenage children. And how they never come home on time and lie about being stuck in traffic. Bad idea!! I cant ask them either. So no use looking back and asking the men behind me either. They were too busy chewing pan and spitting out the window.
I decided I would get down at a stop which is familiar and then take an auto from there. But no way could I even remember coming to this part of the city. 19 yrs here and I think am LOST. Just a day before moving away to a new city am lost in my own home town.
The lanes that the bus went through were dark and I had no idea where I was. Finally I heard a stop name. Suterpet. The name scared me more than the men oogling at my confused face.
Finally I had enough I got up woke the sleeping lady with the big bag. Made my way across the crowd of people, got felt up, I guess, but I had the panic of getting off, more than hitting back.
Once I had my feet on the ground, even though it was an unfamiliar place, I could finally breathe. Looked around not a man or a woman in sight. Only dogs and owls hooting in the trees. Behind me were high walls. And i din't even want to think what was behind it. But i guess if it was a cemetery it would make this an even more interesting story than if it was just some house with high fence walls.
So I walk for 2mins till I see an auto and ask him first "where am I?" he looks at me as though I was some ghost. Not wanting to here his answer I tell him where I need to go. Silently praying please let it not be far I just got 30rs in my wallet. I got in and did not even bother looking around as to where I am. I dont want to know. Only when I saw the familiar hospital did i pray a silent happy prayer. But the irony of it all its the fr mullers hospital which also has a mental hospital ward. (dont laugh).
And I finally reach home which by the way is next to a hospital. No not a mental hospital.
I still cant seem to chuckle over the fact that I got lost in my own home town just a day before I move to a new city.
I stare at my packed bags and wonder. More adventures to come or will I be put in a jacket.
P.S. Dont judge me after this. Friends who know me well enough know why i wrote this. :) :) its for humour's sake
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Sleepwalking or...................????
Today was one fuzzy morning I can’t remember bits of it at all.... No am not suffering from a hangover because I do remember that I did not drink.... but then I think, I had a Chocolate, which must have caused it. Am sure it was laced with something, cause I am in a state now that makes me scratch my head.
Starting with the following
1. I woke up in my bed... What’s unusual you ask? Well, I clearly remember falling asleep on the couch. How I got to my bed, is what baffles me. I must have sleepwalked.
2. I walked out of the house all set to go to work with my bag and slippers, only when I looked down did I realize I was wearing my night pyjamas. I think I was sleepwalking.
3. So I dressed up and was talking to mom as I pulled out the perfume bottle and was about to squirt it when mom screamed and snatched the bottle and said " that's the pain relief spray you nut". I think I was sleepwalking.
4. I stopped an auto near my place got into it and told him where I had to go, the auto driver looks at me puzzled wondering if I was just lazy or whether he was seriously that lucky. Only after he asked me again did Ii realize that Ii told him my house address rather than my office address. *facepalm* Travelling in an auto for a 2 meter distance the driver says “I am sleepwalking”.
5. I get down and walk towards my office, I see the mad lady. There is this lady who apparently went loony after an ugly tiff with her lover. Rumours say that she was very beautiful and had the most beautiful blue eyes ever, which are now veiled behind her mangled hair that cover half her face. And I in my sleepwalking state, stop right in front of her and stare at her eyes for one whole minute just to check if her eyes were blue. She looks at me and rants something and walks past. I was sleepwalking
6. I step into my work place and I get a phone call from one of my clients after all the details were said and confirmed I close the call with a greeting that went like this, "thank you Nithin, good night". And I realized that only after I dropped the call. But then am excused because the phone call was from the States and technically it was night there. Was it not?
7. I realized my phone was missing. Tried to recall, whether I left it at home or in the auto? I tried calling it, but no response so guessed it had to be at home. I borrowed my colleague’s phone and msgd dad that my phone was at home and to tell mom to call me ASAP. 4 hours went by and no call from dad or mom. Then it struck me I msgd my own number. DUH!!! I was sleepwalking.
8. I was wondering why the hell, my system at work not switching on. Banged at it, fiddled with the UPS. Only to realize I had not plugged it in :( I was sleepwalking.
9. Half the phone calls that came in today i addressed them with a gender switch. Sir's became madams and vice versa. I was Sleep talking.
10. I sat at the wrong desk, and was wondering why there wasn’t any AC at my place. I was sleepwalking.
I think I was sleepwalking. Because after a solid yelling, 5 crashes of the firefox, My water bottle spilling all its contents on the printer, I can effectively blame my sleepiness.
I was sleepwalking because I would definitely not hum 'Hey there Delilah' when my boss was yelling at me.
Or maybe am schizophrenic because I just saw a yellow bunny wearing a red hat and a joker’s mask while I was typing this blog out..... Or I guess that's just the party animal...
I don't know what it was…………………………………
I AM SLEEPWALKING.
PS. just before i posted i get an IM why are u acting so weird?.... Hmmm now i wonder what i did?
Starting with the following
1. I woke up in my bed... What’s unusual you ask? Well, I clearly remember falling asleep on the couch. How I got to my bed, is what baffles me. I must have sleepwalked.
2. I walked out of the house all set to go to work with my bag and slippers, only when I looked down did I realize I was wearing my night pyjamas. I think I was sleepwalking.
3. So I dressed up and was talking to mom as I pulled out the perfume bottle and was about to squirt it when mom screamed and snatched the bottle and said " that's the pain relief spray you nut". I think I was sleepwalking.
4. I stopped an auto near my place got into it and told him where I had to go, the auto driver looks at me puzzled wondering if I was just lazy or whether he was seriously that lucky. Only after he asked me again did Ii realize that Ii told him my house address rather than my office address. *facepalm* Travelling in an auto for a 2 meter distance the driver says “I am sleepwalking”.
5. I get down and walk towards my office, I see the mad lady. There is this lady who apparently went loony after an ugly tiff with her lover. Rumours say that she was very beautiful and had the most beautiful blue eyes ever, which are now veiled behind her mangled hair that cover half her face. And I in my sleepwalking state, stop right in front of her and stare at her eyes for one whole minute just to check if her eyes were blue. She looks at me and rants something and walks past. I was sleepwalking
6. I step into my work place and I get a phone call from one of my clients after all the details were said and confirmed I close the call with a greeting that went like this, "thank you Nithin, good night". And I realized that only after I dropped the call. But then am excused because the phone call was from the States and technically it was night there. Was it not?
7. I realized my phone was missing. Tried to recall, whether I left it at home or in the auto? I tried calling it, but no response so guessed it had to be at home. I borrowed my colleague’s phone and msgd dad that my phone was at home and to tell mom to call me ASAP. 4 hours went by and no call from dad or mom. Then it struck me I msgd my own number. DUH!!! I was sleepwalking.
8. I was wondering why the hell, my system at work not switching on. Banged at it, fiddled with the UPS. Only to realize I had not plugged it in :( I was sleepwalking.
9. Half the phone calls that came in today i addressed them with a gender switch. Sir's became madams and vice versa. I was Sleep talking.
10. I sat at the wrong desk, and was wondering why there wasn’t any AC at my place. I was sleepwalking.
I think I was sleepwalking. Because after a solid yelling, 5 crashes of the firefox, My water bottle spilling all its contents on the printer, I can effectively blame my sleepiness.
I was sleepwalking because I would definitely not hum 'Hey there Delilah' when my boss was yelling at me.
Or maybe am schizophrenic because I just saw a yellow bunny wearing a red hat and a joker’s mask while I was typing this blog out..... Or I guess that's just the party animal...
I don't know what it was…………………………………
I AM SLEEPWALKING.
PS. just before i posted i get an IM why are u acting so weird?.... Hmmm now i wonder what i did?
Sunday, April 18, 2010
My Rubik adventures
I was hooked, obsessed by it. Possessed rather, I had to have it at any cost. It was like the people obsessing about the latest gadgets I wanted a cube badly. Not just any cube, "a Rubik cube". Why?, Because I was bored, bored of sitting in office and playing mindless games or waiting for work to be given to me, bored of twittering and facebooking. I searched high and low for it no store had it? The only toy store, Shakti toys was out of stock on it. They ordered for it but one week went by, still no news about it.
Mom thought I was mad to be obsessed with acquiring a silly toy. Maybe I was, but I had to have it at any cost.... My tweets were filled with only Rubik tweets "I want a Rubik cube". And I had replies offering me to send me a Rubik cube, asking me if I knew how to solve it, and also questions like, what would you do with it?... DUH!!!
My Foursquare , may account 3 check-ins at Shakti toys but in reality I have been there a total of 10 times. Every time I pass that place am greeted with, "I am sorry, it has not yet arrived" face. I was sure I was even nicknamed the 'Rubik Girl'.... I didn't care I wanted it.
And then one fine Saturday, I go to the store and am greeted with "it has arrived" and he opens the box and out spills a dozen Rubik cube's... My face then was worth being photographed. The Rubik Girl was smiling: p. I was smiling all the way home. Clutching my bag, as though I had a treasure in it I headed home. Reaching home I was staring at in awe. Opened it and messed the cube gave it to my bro and told him to mess it up and then got to solving it.
My entire Saturday evening and the whole Sunday was spent in figuring it out, how each layer falls into place. I tried it out without any codes. Calls were avoided, I locked myself in my room, even food was had in a hurry, can’t remember if I slept that night too. I was that hooked. Even when I closed my eyes I was figuring out how the red-blue-yellow cubie falls into the right corner.
Finally I cheated I used the code. Found a great seven step solution online. And I did it. The last level was where I always got stuck and I used the codes and I solved it. :) broke into a jig. Came running out of the room, showed it to dad and he looked at me like I was mad or something. Snatched the cube and slided the rows and columns again and handed it over to me and said, "Solve it within three minutes and if you do I’ll give you anything you want".
That was one worthy challenge. He had slided only a few rows and columns and I could easily solve it. I showed it to him and with my cute sweet face I said "Dad please can I join GS". He just smiled. A smile, that I had not seen in months. Rubik cube you really are lucky to me.
And just like how the Red row fitted and slided in with the blue on top, I had my algorithms for life figured out. In all your frustrations you tend to ignore that your life is actually coded, it has a strategy. Just like the Rubik cube you spend hours and days twisting and turning in vain, even resort to removing or running away your problems in a dastardly attempt to cheat and not understanding the logic behind it all.
Your problems have facelets like the cube, figure it out. So here are the lessons i learnt about life and its frustrations through my beloved Rubik cube.
My Rubik Lessons
1) Figure it slowly. You will get frustrated but then in the end it’s worth it.
2) Everything has its place; slide it, move it, tackle it and the colours of life will then synchronize.
3) Its sometimes okay to cheat. But cheat smart. Don't go to evict, throw, replace, run away. If you cheat, do it with cheat codes from the experienced. From their hard learnt lessons.
4) You’ll be pro eventually. No matter how much people mess up your cube you’ll be able to solve it.
Till then this Rubik girl is out to have more adventures and acquire more gyan......
P.S. am already planning on searching if i can get the Rubik Octagon. God save me :P
Mom thought I was mad to be obsessed with acquiring a silly toy. Maybe I was, but I had to have it at any cost.... My tweets were filled with only Rubik tweets "I want a Rubik cube". And I had replies offering me to send me a Rubik cube, asking me if I knew how to solve it, and also questions like, what would you do with it?... DUH!!!
My Foursquare , may account 3 check-ins at Shakti toys but in reality I have been there a total of 10 times. Every time I pass that place am greeted with, "I am sorry, it has not yet arrived" face. I was sure I was even nicknamed the 'Rubik Girl'.... I didn't care I wanted it.
And then one fine Saturday, I go to the store and am greeted with "it has arrived" and he opens the box and out spills a dozen Rubik cube's... My face then was worth being photographed. The Rubik Girl was smiling: p. I was smiling all the way home. Clutching my bag, as though I had a treasure in it I headed home. Reaching home I was staring at in awe. Opened it and messed the cube gave it to my bro and told him to mess it up and then got to solving it.
My entire Saturday evening and the whole Sunday was spent in figuring it out, how each layer falls into place. I tried it out without any codes. Calls were avoided, I locked myself in my room, even food was had in a hurry, can’t remember if I slept that night too. I was that hooked. Even when I closed my eyes I was figuring out how the red-blue-yellow cubie falls into the right corner.
Finally I cheated I used the code. Found a great seven step solution online. And I did it. The last level was where I always got stuck and I used the codes and I solved it. :) broke into a jig. Came running out of the room, showed it to dad and he looked at me like I was mad or something. Snatched the cube and slided the rows and columns again and handed it over to me and said, "Solve it within three minutes and if you do I’ll give you anything you want".
That was one worthy challenge. He had slided only a few rows and columns and I could easily solve it. I showed it to him and with my cute sweet face I said "Dad please can I join GS". He just smiled. A smile, that I had not seen in months. Rubik cube you really are lucky to me.
And just like how the Red row fitted and slided in with the blue on top, I had my algorithms for life figured out. In all your frustrations you tend to ignore that your life is actually coded, it has a strategy. Just like the Rubik cube you spend hours and days twisting and turning in vain, even resort to removing or running away your problems in a dastardly attempt to cheat and not understanding the logic behind it all.
Your problems have facelets like the cube, figure it out. So here are the lessons i learnt about life and its frustrations through my beloved Rubik cube.
My Rubik Lessons
1) Figure it slowly. You will get frustrated but then in the end it’s worth it.
2) Everything has its place; slide it, move it, tackle it and the colours of life will then synchronize.
3) Its sometimes okay to cheat. But cheat smart. Don't go to evict, throw, replace, run away. If you cheat, do it with cheat codes from the experienced. From their hard learnt lessons.
4) You’ll be pro eventually. No matter how much people mess up your cube you’ll be able to solve it.
Till then this Rubik girl is out to have more adventures and acquire more gyan......
P.S. am already planning on searching if i can get the Rubik Octagon. God save me :P
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Oye bubbly
There’s something so enrapturing about bubbles. Those delightful soapy bubbles enchants almost everyone kids and adults alike. The way the soap suds form perfect round, clear and crystal like spheres that just floats in the air. The way the children laugh in glee running after it catching them and laughing again as they burst at the slightest touch.
I loved them as a child and still long for them but its kind of embarrassing to buy them now when am with my friends what will they think… “Stop acting like a kid”...
I remember how as a child I used to beg my dad for 5 rupees to buy that magic bottle of soap suds and he used to say “what’s the big deal in that once home just put some detergent and lather it up and blow bubbles”…
Where does he understand its not the same as in the park where there are so many kids and you suddenly become the magic maker with the bottle of soaps and as you make those perfect water spheres you make friends too... as kids the sheer joy to jump up and catch it as you blow the bubbles with your magic straw is un-understandable to the adults… and once the bottle gets over the rest of the kids pester their parents to buy one for them and they join in while the rest whose parents did not let them buy, jump in glee catching those delightful bubbles….
And once we all tire out catching and blowing bubbles all of us rush to the slide or the swing and chit chat and laugh and play….. Strangers few minutes back met just a while ago in the park we play as though we knew each other for ages…. And as we part we promise to meet again next Sunday… and next Sunday I see not the same friends but a new batch of girls and boys of my age…promises are never kept because parents don’t understand…. and same scene enfolds….
The bubbles back then were like the friendship genie… I made friends through these magic bubbles….. For a shy kid it was a great ice breaker…. Just see someone with a bottle of bubbles blowing them I used to run and play catch with all the other kids running to burst them… you drop all inhibitions and run after them….I did not worry if they thought I was crazy running in a futile attempt to catch the bubbles….
And now years later the same old famous kadri park and a small boy sitting with his basket and he has dozens of small bottles of soap suds with the bubble blowing straw…. I am here with my group of friends… yeah I know not many come to the park these days only lovers or drunk men and lunatics frequent here…and a bunch of girls looked odd here in the park you would say…. but we were just bored of all the other places so we came here to eat charmuri a time out from our boring lectures in college….. And as they eat I look at the boy selling the bubbles how I badly wanted to have them…
The boy looks at me and says “ Akka 5 rupee only take please” I look at my friends they were not looking my way I could buy it…but what would they say my so called “cool” image of mine my “cool” friends what would they think.. but the sight of those bubble bottles gave in to all my desires….
I fish out a 5 rupee coin and he hands me over a bottle with blue coloured liquid in it… I was strangely elated and happy at the sight I dip the straw and blew and like a genie trapped in a lamp the crystal clear water spheres released out and floated in the air.
I was delighted, I felt like a kid again, I forgot myself and blew more of my magic bubbles…. I was not concerned now if my friends’ say anything I look back and I just saw them smiling….. Then one of them exclaimed “I used to love them as a kid I want a bottle too” …”Me too”… “Me three”… and am not surprised these were truly genie bubbles…..and then we were kids again… “Cool” kids…
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)