At my favorite window….

My adulthood favorite window is in my favorite café. I come here most Sunday evenings when I am in Erlangen.

I sit on the ledge and I work sometimes. I used to study earlier when work was less demanding. Even earlier, I used to read novels sitting here. But now, usually it is office work on the computer.

I have been here in the summer, and I have seen people milling about. I have been here during Football Fever and seen the town come to a halt celebrating German wins. I have been here during fall, and seen the leaves turn yellow. I am here now and I see snow flying by the glow of the street lamp.

Over two years have passed, but me and the window have kept our dates. We have seen life together, with each other.

I did try to make this post poetic, but I give up. Instead, I would look out, at the people rush by….

Happy 33!

The day went by pretty uneventful. Had to work which I think is a big sacrifice. But took a half day off. Colleagues got a cake and wished. Screwed up a plan of getting people home. Visited a Gurdwara for the second time in my life, and actually sat by the Granth Sahib for the first time. This part was peaceful.
Screwed up a little more by questioning the nature of a gift sent from miles away.
Bought my self a cool pair of trousers. Had dinner with friends/colleagues.

Several questions remain unanswered while new ones have popped up. Several dreams are yet to be realized, while the debris of several others lies strewn everywhere. This is not how I had planned it to be. This is not how it was to be. But this is destiny. And as I learn to live for the day, I’d say ‘Hello 33, nice to meet you’.

Ae zindagi, gale laga le….

Bitch!

However much you learn and however much you strengthen yourself, it gets to you. All the dams breach and all the armors become traps. It catches you when you least expect it, when all your guards are down.

You may immerse yourself in work and in fun, in philosophy and in frivolity, but it knows when you will turn a corner and it will strike then, almost paralyzing you by the suddenness.

It will be ruthless and it will leave you panting. You will gasp for breath, trying to catch on to any of those myriad things that you told yourself while you were getting over it the last time. None of it will work and no one will come to your rescue.

It mocks at you and sniggers while you try to cover yourself.

Then you get up and try to brush away the dirt knowing fully well that the stain may lighten but will never leave. You tell yourself you have learnt a new lesson and try to see the brighter side. You know where to mend your armor. You collect yourself and move on. It watches you and sniggers again, for it knows another thousand and more places where it will strike again.

Life. Bitch!