Bored Meetings!

Its 8.15 am.U know the bus driver is not ur best frd around, to stand n wait till u put ur gloss on n get into the bus.He is not even ur jus-a-frd, to b considerate enough for u to eat ur breakfast.Wash the apple.Looks fresh maroon red n take to ur heels baby else u will miss the bus.Hair uncombed n wet .Not drippin wet but not dry..dupatta folded n on the right forearm.The handbag not closed.. the earphone of the ipod poppin out almost fallin off.The footwear half into the feet n the wrist watch in the other hand.Runnnnnn wow! In time made it into the bus.uff Daily morning it was the same story .I know i will have to get up n get ready a lil early .Probably 5 min to prevent that autorickshaw walah at the turn of the road from disappointment.Am sure my PT usha stunt on that road daily, must surely have made the autorickshaw wallah there dream of Indiaz next olympic medal in the 400 m category.Its positively gotta got to me who runs up that distance daily mornin.But no.. shall not do it.Its the confidence that yeah I will run to the bus hook r crook at 8.20 sharp;).Come on u can do it yeah u sure can.;)!hats off to my confidence;).crap.Jus lazy simple as that.No sooner do i start breathing in peace "clrr chit chit clrrrr.."radio mirchi (okei lemme try to give u an idea of how it sounds. "tan tandadan *pause* tan tadadan (okei chuck the BGM) ..raydio meeerchhi 98.3 yef yem.its hawwwawaat.."Damn it! it still rings in my ears.The cliched beats "its hawtttt...")starts off "raaa raaaa..." from one of the recent tamil movie hits.Practically confused if i have to scream my guts out n say "ok ok i have already cum whom r u callin still;)"(ra means cum)This is atleast tolerable than most of the zany tunes like "suppose-unnai-kadhaliche" Its simply is the best i have heard.. scores above all the others.Had laughed for a while when a frd of mine had translated it to english for me.Roughly equallin "suppose-that-i-love-u" i belive.It jus gets on ur nerves.The mornings r atleast better coz u sleep off in the bus as if the whole process of gettin up n gettin ready was an interlude to the sleep of the night.Get into the office ."beep"(access card) .U could possibly walk into the office without nythin(ahem ahem no pun intended;)) but not ur access card.bang!!!... dint realise that it dint swipe .Glad the glass door dint break n dint hurt urself badly either.... .Ahhhh stand in a side n wait with an awkward smile for a fellow worker to swipe n let u in n then imagine if u were to do a run like a matador chasing a bull.Run from near the stairs with ur head forward and yeah of course matrix OST playin in the background n banggggg break open the door n get in.Nay am civilised n well cultured so wont do nythin like that."Hey cum in! u forgot again..we had a meetin today.That presentation from X..hurry up we are already late." *sigh*Walk up to the conference room very aptly called Board(bored??!!) room."U r just in time.Take ur seat n go thru these".One huge document of about 25-30 pages.. am not aware of watshappeningaround."Jus take it n read thru.Fast guys we really need to do this stuff fast.ny clarifications r doubts plz feel free to ask me." the guy giving the prez said with a big smile almost pleadin *" now u will not ask me doubts right u lil girly u wont"*.I had half a mind of poppin up "yeah does this have 25 r 26 pages." But then civilised right.So leave it.There is a ppt put up.Dekhelia .I stare at it n pronounce it "dekh liya".My colleague snaps "kisko?;) r so fast u went thru the doc huh?"."Oh no i was tryin to read the name of the place put up there..."(Its a UK Sovereign Base Area.Dint have a clue this was a place till i googled.Was bad a geography neways.) No distractions please.Presentation starts...jdhfdosfhsdfjsd nddncsdlfvn fjdskfjf.Dint get it?well wat i got outta that presentation was equally intangible.Waste time on such frivolous stuff. It was such an unintelligibly utterly gutterly boring as hell talk.I jus cudnt help looking back again n again at Dekhelia.. i staretd runnin over all country names i knew that ended with "ia" lexicographically: algeria, albania,armenia,australia,austria,bolivia,bulgaria,cambodia, not bad u can think of more ..columbia,croatia,knew none from d of course apart from our very own dekhelia, ethiopia, estonia, euthnasia..chee thats jus another proof i was a pathetic at geography .Not that i was historically gr8 at economics.But biology wasnt that bad;) after all not atleast euthnasia. Then i started thinkin abt the discussion we were havin the previous night regarding how right it would be to legalise euthnasia.I thought it definitely made a better topic to b discussed in such beautiful conference rooms than trying to cook up some facade n lifelessly weary ads for ur company trying to entice people to join the rocking company of the century.Smile jus involuntarily curved on my face n he looked up..n smiled"..is somethin wrong? " *"well do u smile when somethin is wrong??ah do u? Tell me do u? "* i wanted to jus get up , hold him tight by his collar n start a fight with him jus then. Gawdd for heavenz sake r hellz sake r whosever wateverz sake get me outta this room fasttttttt.This meetin was a clear ludicrous task according to me.When u have tonnes n tonnes of work to be done ,u really dont want it right? Its not about the design of the project.Nor is it about the requirement clarifications. Hell its not even the"kaun banega bakra" blame-game retrospection meeting. It was an awful board meeting, which undoubtedly bored me to the coreeeee , for advertising for the company .crap..
"Dint have nythin to say? " Colleague asks as i walk outta the room."uhumm "i nod n smile thinkin to myself Sometimes the only way not to feel dumb is to b silent.How ironic!
"These meetings are sucha pain i swear " was the last sentence i heard from her as i walked back to my cabin. Pain="An unpleasant sensation occurring in varying degrees of severity as a consequence of injury, disease, or emotional disorder."My dictionary sez.Now i was certainly bored by that meetin but wat had it done to her.. she said it was a pain==injury.. no she looked fine.. disease ..no no no disease stuff ..emotional disorder?????? mebbe.who knows:)No more such bored meetings puhhllleeaseee..

The Blurt n The Hurt

Wat she heard then were:

wordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordsw

But the pain that emanated now made her feel they were:

swordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordsw

And she realised it was the mind, the culprit ,
which transformed the words that were blurted out to the sword that hurted her.

Wishful Thinking.

Hope i see the dew drop deliquesce n trip from the tip of a leaf first thing today
Hope i get up jog on the beach at sunrise.
Hope it rains like hell today.
Hope i jus get every inch of myself thoroughly drenched in that rain.
Hope i have company to dance in the rain then.
Hope i laugh laugh laugh till i have stomach cramps.
Hope i play play play till all my muscles have cramps .
Hope i study study study like a bookworm till my eyes hurt.
Hope i solve like genius one unsurmountable DI today.
Hope i stop hatin every soul i hate now.
Hope i am at peace with myself from now.
Hope i kill that bloody mosquito if it bites me tonight.
Hope i scream my guts out once on the terrace.
Hope no one sees me when i do that.
Hope i read one good book today.
Hope i have food that defines wat is tasty today and when i eat..
Hope i dont spill it on my dress.
Hope i dont think of anything n jus sit numb for a while today.
Hope time retrogrades and clocks start ticking backwards from now.
Hope i dont go shoppin this weekend and even if do..
Hope i dont see anythin temptin enough to buy today.
Hope no good movie releases this friday.
Hope that rasam strain on my new white dress vanishes by morn.
Hope its a full moon night.
Hope i stretch my arms, close my eyes n lift my head when wind jus blows in my face.
Hope i dont get irritated with anybody i talk to today.
Hope i get " dear airtel subscriber plz pay ur bill" msg once n strictly once(unlike atleast a dozen times the other days;)).
Hope i listen to my fave song play again n again n again today .
Hope my ears dont pain then.
Hope i chat with my frds today n be more happy .
Hope no one cries .
Hope all throes of every woe is removed from the earth today.
Hope i stop behavin like the harbinger of all good under the sun and savior of the earth;).
Hope i stand in the beach n a huge wave hits me then.
Hope i dont get drowned in the sea though;)
Hope all flowers on the tree below bloom at once in front of my eyes today.
Hope i take that one snap am dyin to take since 2 weeks.
Hope the week ends on every day of the week.
Hope atleast some of the above ...nope atleast few of the above ...nay all of the above.. come true;) today.
Hope I stop hoping from today.

Telepathy?!!

"kankanadi kankanadi.." shouts the conductor.I wake up to see the dew droplets so artistically placed on the window of the bus.Slightly open the window n realise ,when the cold breeze hits me strong enough to gimme goose bumps , that I have forgotten my jacket .The lush green fields outside.The flight of white birds.wow! watta pulchritudinous sight.I put my hand out to feel the freshness of the drizzle.It feels so innocent and clear.The stariform clouds continuosly melt n evaporate from the sea that borders the town.Its 6.30 in the mornin.. the drizzlin rain that never seems to stop here.. unlike where i stay.Its cloudy n dull n a lil cold.I jus get off the bus with my bag.I see the car parked in the usual place. She scurries towards me " hi putta how r u? " with a smile so nice,I believe the best of all she wears..then holdin the black umbrella slightly tilted towards oneside to ward off the cold morning breeze.. puts hands around my shoulder comfortingly "come in come inside the umbrella..how many times to remind u ah y dont u wear ur jacket.. come inside dont get wet in the rain u will catch cold..."she says with a masquerade of anger.Hez jus got outta car.His specs in his left hand..right hand on his head to ward off the rain drops .He says "ummm Deepu.." with a big smile ".. ahh lil late right?? r on time almost.." he never words how r u? its his smile n a nod of the head that asks me how r u? how have u been ?hope its all fine.. all at the same time.We get into the car. She"hello do u have an extra towel in the car?.." Pulls it out.." take, wipe ur head else u will fall sick" n bfore I take it n wipe my specs she pulls it from my hand n starts rubbin the towel on my hair that is hardly wet."So how was it? Anyways its over right? so till the results are out dont worry. I know you would have done well.No tension" she says n laughs.I jus cant understand y she has soo much of blind confidence in me.Reached the flat.The watchman knows that am comin home the day he pulls out the car at 6...so the gate is all open.The flat seems to welcome.. everythin is suddenly quiet n peaceful n clear n clean like her laugh n his smile.The lift is waitin at 0 ..unlike the most many cases where u wait for eons for it to come down.The mirror in the lift is changed .. u r not sooo alien here that u wont recognize it.."Looks good"."Of course "she quips n says to imitate my voice n the way i always say it.."whose image r u seein." n winks."ufff.." he sighs ,shakes his head n joins our laughter.. specs still in his left hand n my bag in his right.She dressed in her dark grey saree( shez worn it bcoz i like it) primly at that hour in the mornin is an indication to her walkin-gang in the flat that am comin home.His shirt is the same he wore the last time he dropped me at the station.Almost a metaphor to tell me nothing has changed .General rituals through.Have tea sitting on the granite shelf that is a place for the stove.. the water jug. The carrot, some of them cut into symmetrical pieces, another one and a half left unfinished indicating that she was in the mid of it when he called out ." hello its late already..bus would be cuming at 6.20 r 6. 25 ".She would have hurriedly washed her hand into the sink n wiped her hand to her saree n said "yeah yeah i know it. Am all ready . U were the one who was late to get up .lets go " n looks at the mirror in the wash basin n curls the strand of hair that sits very neatly on her forehead.."u want to eat carrot?" she asks n u realise u are starin at the carrot while runnin over the sequence in ur mind.She washes it once again n over cautiously cuts the ends of it "Eat its good for ur eyes.. u dint put cucumber on ur eyes right? do it putta when u have a lil time .. all these dark circles will go off.." n hurriedly continues with her breakfast preparations.He jus walks into the kitchen n she takes the empty cup of the coffee ,he has jus finished from his hand and puts it in the sink.He has paper in his hands n now changed to white panche r dhoti.. "umm Finally exams over ..wats up? all else is well right?hostel ..frds..wat was it that ur warden was tellin the other day..."n we both walk to the balcony of the hall.The picturesque view.. the carpet of coconut trees dancing to the tune of the misty wind fills ur senses with joy."Pull a chair n sit this side.. last night it rained heavily.. that part of the balcony is wet.." I wonder y am I cared for so much..I jus hold the supplement in my hand n we start talkin .. the news in the paper long forgotten.. she joins in "Breakfast ready .uff !!I got up at 5 today n finished it allso that we can sit n talk without wastin time on the routine stuff "n hugs me.I jus put my hands around her waist n rest my head on her tummy.I look up n smile. "hello i have cooked upma for breakfast.. i guess u r gettin late for office.."and looks down holding my face in her hands "its okei right putta ? u like upma right? n i have made gulab jamun also.Ur favourite.Get up .u look too tired.Wanna have a bath? I had kept the geyser switched on for 15 min.. water mus b hot enough."She normally gets up at 6.30+ I know .She wakes up at 5.30 only on days of festivals.Today she said it was 5.00 .Its jus one indication that my coming home is definitely more than an occassion of festival for them.There is a sudden jerk n i wake up.. i know i have mastered the art of daydreaming that any onlooker would undubitably feel that am doin something important. yeah this is important for me..the thought process was interrrupted bcoz of a drop of tear that unknowingly escaped my eyes ..slipped slightly to the inside of the upper lips.. it tastes salty ...bitter..But the memories it has brought are sweet.May have run over them a 100 thousand times.. n now they are all blotched wet with drops of tears that have rained on them.But this was a fresh one.. fresh memory of the days begone.
The phone beeps Home calling....her voice"Hello putta... r u in the mid of somethin?? i jus called..."
I say "yeah kinda.." n the conversation continues .. telepathy nyone?:)

SMI(Y)LE

The alarm that very punctually rings ,every morning soo promptly ,is one whose loyalty i hate.The night always seems shorter.I jus wanted to scream n suddenly realised this uneasy feelin in my throat.Coming back to consciousness i recollect..yesterday night it was concluded that i am mad to the core ... Reasons for it follow thus.I had a terrible throat pain.'I belive its bcoz i ate somethin very oily' i start off.. but the argument is dismissed unconcernedly by miss B sayin its all jus ur imagination that u eat somethin oily n u land up havin throat pain.She concludes 'u know y this is ... i will tell u precisely bcoz u shout n talk a lottttttt...'after listening to the list of all wat i am bad at....n how pathetically incapable i am of improving in life bcoz idont listen to her.. i am given this syrup thingy.. a thick semi solid kinda blackish brown no no brownish black hell watever u get the color right??.Then there is the downpour of instructions . Drink 5 ml of this n gargle with hot salt water n shut up n sleep tonight okei? she orders holding her breath in such a speed that i understood i was to gargle with this syrup .. drink the hot salt water...I was confused and i make a sad face like a kid scared to death when she saw me after making her hair .. then she hits her head n says 'ayyoo ...okei now slowly.. to match ur pace.. okei? '
Step by step.First.Pull out the cap she roars.. a small cylindrical structure cut open at one end.. made of plastic.. supposed to b colorless but ownin to the umpteen number of times its been used.. it seemed to have bcum stained n taken up the color of the liquid inside.Next .'Turn open the cap '..she is puttin her sandals in place n goin to the terrace to get the dried clothes...while i meticulously turn the cap round n round n yeah opened it finally:).I jus c it.. yellow in colour.. with lotta things written in minute font..may b arial black size 0.0000121213231 r somethin like that i think.. now the noisome smell explodes into the nose which is drawn to pretty much proximity of the capless bottle.. feel nauseating...'Now drink 5 ml of the syrup.'.. shez back in action folding the clothes.5 ml......i feel the immediate panic button pressed inside.. 5ml how am i goin to know how much of this should pour into my system for it to constitute somethin like 5ml diffusing into some 5 lt of blood???..i say 'Now b reasonable.. u cant jus say some fancy figure like 5 ml n bhave like a doc sayin drink it ..u gettin it babe.. how on earth wud i.. '.cut. My sentence that i so painstakingly said straining the pathetically sored throat cut in half by miss B..'oh u dumbo that first conatiner u pulled out .. has the markings.. chk out n pour 5ml into it n drink okei? ' she continues with her folding of clothes.. arranging of books. uff some ple never ever get tired of keep things in place. Of course if u have a thin like me for a roomy strewin around everythin every where all the time may b u cant help it ;) more so when asked to not do so.. give some kinda philo sayin.. oh nothin shud b planned u c.Its okei as long as u find things when u want.Wat is the need for it... n some shitty crap ..some1 listenin to it wud feel its better to clean it up after i mess around than try n gimme some gyan on how to arrange the stuff around.Neways i start lookin at the supposed-to-b-colorless container n feel myself drawn into absolute misery.. of findin where the 5 ml mark was on it... i raise it up to my eyes level n c.. no dint help.. ah see it against the light... dinggg a light glows inside the head.. yeah see it aginst the light i turn around on my bed n hold this thin up against the light a lil above my eye level n find it..yeah!!!!! now i know how rama would have felt when he won the battle against ravana... ooooo man!! am sure it mus have been as difficult as this believe me. I did it!!! i found out the mark.. next the task of fillin it upto the mark.. I am already scared to death by miss B that if i fail to follow her instructions i shall not... well ..lets leave that part coz i am a goody goody listenin to her ...So to make sure that i dont overshoot the marked level i very intelligently pour the syrup into the cap of the bottle n then into the container.. she turns around.. 'uuiiyyy baba wat are u doin???' (Thats her patented expression 'uuiiyy baba thu kii korchish' yo! i got it:))u crazy r somethin???? n pulls it away from my hand. whaaaaaaaaaa:(( all those precious minutes i wasted on the smart investigation to find the mark n now to fill it.. n now she snatches it away. I guess it was a lil above the 2.5ml mark that means already more than 50% done..'U r u know wat.. crazyyyy madd.. u know that?' she laughs n pours it straight . n somehow in a way that is mysterious to me stops it exactly at the 5 ml limit. 'Now take drink' she says.. i say with a brillu ideaaa .Hey they cud make a CAT prob outta this..wat say? There is this cylindrical container with a radius of 0.02m and height of 2cm * i am happy bcoz i used to different mensuration units to indicate the same thing* .U need to fill a liquid into it by transferrin the liquid thru an intermediate conatiner of size 3cm diameter n height same as the cylindrical one.(I personally think typin 2 cm would b consume less space.. than typin.. same as that of the cylindrical one..but this supposed to b a question in CAT so thats how it should be.. ple dont believe in brevity;).. this thought i keep to myself n continue..)'..U know n then say.. the liquid gets smeared on the intermediate container,the thickness of which u can ignore..n then transfer the liquid to the first container. Find the percentage loss of the liquid due to the smearin on the intermediate conatiner.wat say? u think i should join the quorum of question makers for CAT rather than tryin to answer them??' i say beaming.. she is bugged absolutelyy.'U r completely insane...now would u plz do the honors of drinkin this medicineee so that u can b alive to set questions of this rotten sort???' me sez' okei.. ' n think to myself ufff i would rather die than delve into such realms of complicated processes in life.So there goes a proof of the concept for my madness...n we get down to some serious biz of eatin dinner n then sleepin. Hey u put that smile up she says.. i jus spring up from my bed n smile away to glory n try to remephasize for thenth time in life that i do have 32 teethhhhh. uff this girll naaaaa she gets up n says hello i meant did u put that SMYLE syrup up in the rack...It feels like she jus said it abt 5 min bfore n bloody its mornin alreadyyyyn my throat still aches like hell n i start hittin her for makin me undergo those ardous tasks the previous night to avail no good n the miss B she is bellows now stop it n SMILEEEEE pleaseee she sez with that awful bottle in her hand n a big smile on her face..i very unwillingly take that bottle in my hand n ask her 'U r advertising for SMILE r that SMYLE???? ' n we burst into a laughter as i grab that familiar thing to empty another 5 ml of SMYLE.:)

Coexist

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Festivity

There is tranquil and things are at peace as i get slowly out of the lazy slumbers .Its a holidayyy yuuuuuu!!! Lazy thoughts on lazy day make way for a philosophical muse.I start to ponder over pointlessly the 100 thousand possibilities of 'IF'.'If ' is such a small preposition...
If only it were long enough to signify the gravity of meaning it conveys.The window pane is wet coz of the rain drizzlin..would it look like this if the sky ever danced i think as i see the lightnin.The olive green cloured leaves on the plant below in the pot are bathed afresh...a drop of dew on it..waitin to melt.
If it had not rained..
If it was not like this..
If it was like that...
If i had not got up to see it..
If i were not me..
I cogitate,cerebrate,mull, ruminate n go over the synonyms of 'think ' and i speculate y so many words when all mean the same..is simplicity not a way of life?After much delibration i ask her if she could rationate y? she weighs for a while n reasons .. may b for variety .Yeah i consider..variety is essential after all isnt 'variety the spice of life'. There is an alarming jingle sound.. not exactly noise..the chime of a bell....Perfectly timed... a wake up call..it has a certain innate sanctity inherent with the charracteristic sound.The smell of the incense sticks.. smells of the jasmine flower that i loved as a kid.The cloud of the smoke from the incense osmosed all over the room as we walked down to the pooja room.Susheelammma the huge one;) with her hair open...the camphor goin into flames in circles..The clourful idol loaded with garlands of flowers, the effect seemed magical.. as if to transpose to a different world.. the song played form the old more-of-a-radio-less-of-a-music-system speaker..ohmm n then vinayaka nannu vinadhi.. a keerthana i had learnt eons before ..that i had loved to sing then and discontinued coz i got bored of their length and incomprehensible wordings.I thought the idol was overdone with kumkum n ashes of vibuthi..but still smilin with his hands risen to bestow blessings on all who bowed unto him .The song on the tape creaks tellin clearly that it has been run over n over again..(Ah dont i remember those mornings when i kick around my pillow coz of the irksome sound;)...)n finaly stops..ohmmm again..i close my eyes n pray..my way of it.The field of spirituality has always been a farrago for me.Say hi to him..ask how his life is.. If he ever worries abt the mistakes he has done.His mistakes... would that be somethin like blessing a bad man..wat would he do if a bad one bowed in front of him.. be rude n fold his hands turn his face away? r is he artificial too.. jus bcoz the bad one has offered grand pooja with lot of flowers n fruits.. give him a concession n bless him.. could he be bribed.. my horrible thoughts jus go haywire unguarded like animals grazin on a unbounded piece of land..jus get carried away ruminating . Not consciously.Then the prasaddddd the best part of ny puja.. sip it up happily wantin more n i do the customary fall-at-his-feet obeisances.The feelin of festivivity is complete only when i gulp down a glass of payasam rich with cashew n badam:) After a happy nappy afternoon my heart yearns for many a such occasions ..coz there is not much to do other than to jus contemplate n spend some time with ur most loved self:) Now that is definitely a thing of festivity.

Circle of thoughts

Started off rushing to the station from home...am late as ever. I clearly remember a time when I just managed to get into the train when the siren blew off.The train was to leave at 8.15 n I got into the station at 8.10 then ran like hell to the platform... shit i dint chk my coachhhhhh..Got into one of them thinking I will get into the right coach once the train starts moving.. I was almost sure I missed it... my good luck I managed to alight into the S4 coach just in time... which happened to be the one i was supposed to get into...
That was the last time when I went home n had made up my mind to b in the station a lil early than the departure time to avoid any of the train catchin bollywood stunts I may have to try if I continued to be late;)...
The trains are dirty some more dirty than the others... but when u cum mentally prepared to b stuck there for the next 12 hrs of Ur life... it doesnt matter much... Jus prefer the upper berths can get up n listen to music or read or sleep or hang upside down from the ceiling fan that is soo dusty or dust it or stare at the co-passengers who sleep in the adjacent upper berth. Do wat u want... not many ple watch u or most importantly disturb u.Was too tired for any comedy so jus slept off. It must have been quite sometime coz I was feeling fresh after sleep ...I got up bcoz it was too hot n stuffy... the train had stopped.I thought mus b a station near to blore..
I got off my berth to c if I can manage to get a coke for myself... i jus got down n saw that billboard.... it had caught my attention when i alighted the train in such a gr8 hurry also.. I had liked that model's smile... it was very cheerful... Phew I said watta co incidence... keep seein the things u like again n again.. Jus walked down to the cool drinks bar...every1 was out of the train n relaxed so i guessed mus b a big station where the train would stop for long.. N then the announcement...as i was walkin back to my compartment... the chennai blore express will leave in 5 min from chennai central... yatriyo kripiya dyan dijiye...
Hellllllllllll it was Chennai still... for a second i looked at my watch ... yeah it was 12.45... My train was to leave at 11... Hell I must have got into a wrong train... then climb up happily to a wrong berth n snored away to glory for abt an hr... When my train chugged away to blore carrying my dreams. I jus chked the train number on the sheet stuck outside the bogie n that in my ticket... which i managed to pull outta my pockets with gr88 difficulty... thankfully the numbers still lay legible enough to confirm that I was on the right track... Back to my abode I started looking down at each person n the irritation that had seemed to dance on every1z face in the train. Finally off to blore... Reached home at some awful 10 o clock+ in the morning... huh if i were a sprinter in life i wud have considered runnin to blore on my own god given legs than depend on this pathetic public transports ;)
Neways after the customary exchange of hi hello how u doin.. long time.. U have grown dark thin fat lean weak fair I wonder how I cud bcum dark n fair at the same time. Aunt saying dark granny saying fair...i wondered if wud bcum a cause for the daughterinlaw-motherinlaw duel;)...
I am off to c my frdsssss.A long never ending list of pals... each with 1 big story to tell... n each u meet u feel u have missed out 1 era from their life ....their lives of which u were so much an integral part some time somewhere.. Awesome lunch with my frd's mom ... the phone rings... my dad on the other side
Dad:hellooo deepuuu
Me:hii pa when did u reach?
Dad:jus abt half an hr back... how r u? where r u?
me:Dad am in such n such a place ..reached after an awful journey..(I had made up my mind that I wud not complain to him abt the journey..It always happens with me.. when I think this is something I shudnt talk about I say to myself I wud definitely not talk bat this.. not this... not this... n this would b the first thin i blurt out.I had done it again in all my conscious efforts to not talk abt the delayed train journey Hate it... but can’t help it... habits die hard... )
Dad: r u joining us for lunch? wat time will I b able c my daughter's face?
Me:hey no dad I jus started having my lunch with aunty. will b there in half an hr(I knew it wud take more than 45 min.. but still half an hr can bcum 1.5 hrs.. so fine;))
rushed home after byee c u l8r to the other few I met on my way back. Then to cousinz palce.I jus like bein there.. The talks so varied n diff things to talk abt... dinner n then the talks go on n on n on spanning topics from my aunt's neighbor’s daughter's new grand child in shimoga..to the prez of India to my cousinz trip to Italy. At 2.30 finally we decide to call it a day n zzzz Woke up in the morning coz of the broz kick.. I feel his hair hang like noodles from his head...
Ahh noodles... my stomach growling for foooooooooooooodddd. Off we go to a restaurant in one of the busiest places in blore.. Uncle n dad all nostalgic abt their student n bachelor hood days when they wud swarm in grps to this hotel.. how it has changed rather not. Then a round of shopping n another house to visit... then grand lunch...unclez home... oil bath -a ritual my granny believes without which a holiday r a daughter cumin home is not complete...;) then talked to another frd for a very short time.. wanted to tell n talk a 100 things.. bottleneck is timeeee constraintttt .So restricted the topics of conversation to the latest book I read by Feynman to the classes she is attending... to the days that we spent together that were glorious:)Then to a wedding reception.. With all aunties thinking u r the closest hey have ever talked to... all glares abt the dress u wear, jewellery u wear. ur hair.. N everything that is least important for sensible ple... The girl is an IAS officer sniffed one woman as if she was letting out her most treasured secrets... n i start wonderin...wat her interpretation of IAS is... y was she scared of nythin to do with police...uu fishy.. 'U look like a carbon copy of ur mom'...eesh! I and carbon copy. Now that cud do a lotta damage coz u have been told that u have tanned like crow after goin to Chennai.. N then as if to prove that fact here is a woman calling me carbon copy... i stared at her with an excuse me??!! Cum again??wat was that carbon copy... each letter separated with pauses to make its effect clear.. n started imaging myself as IAS..black n white.. all black but for ur teeth n eyes. Invisible After Six(my defn of IAS(lol)) n started laughin ;) N then run like hell out of the marriage hall to rush off to train ..back in a wet compartment dirtyyyy again.. back to the upper berth. look at again at the ple down who were irritated again like the day when the train was late but today bcoz it was wet with the rain ..am I repeating it? Have I cum over a circle of thoughts...I start thinking n drift into my world...as suddenly thoughts seemed to maender n i was unable to recall where i heard it..."good health n bad memory maketh a man happy".For u can relive and re-enjoy the good times of the days begone.I was all smiles when i cudnt recollect where that had gotten into my head. Ah my Bad memory !yippee! am happy! I said as I noticed both the laughter n rain that were there for 2 days continuously... as if each was tryin to peirce my ears more than the other had stopped...now suddenly... n seemed to stare at me to watch wat I wud do next..... I got off from the upper berth ..and started walking towards the coke machine..the circle was complete:)