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….
Thursday, January 22, 2009
A Long Way Down
by Nick Hornby
"...You know that things aren't going well for you when you can't even tell people the simplest fact about your life, just because they'll presume you're asking them to feel sorry for you. I suppose it's why you feel so far away from everyone, in the end; anything you can think of to tell them just ends up making them feel terrible."
Or at times one is so conceited that other people seem plain stupid, unable to comprehend one's troubles.
"...You know that things aren't going well for you when you can't even tell people the simplest fact about your life, just because they'll presume you're asking them to feel sorry for you. I suppose it's why you feel so far away from everyone, in the end; anything you can think of to tell them just ends up making them feel terrible."
Or at times one is so conceited that other people seem plain stupid, unable to comprehend one's troubles.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Chandni Chowk to China
Mindless Bollywood montage, served Chinese Noodle style. The movie puts together the latest Bollywood fad of revisiting its past along with Chinese made products in an attempt to lure a bigger market.
The story could have been set like Chandni Chowk to Cooch Bihar – but Bollywood has visited the hinterlands of Bihar forever. Plus its time to bring in the exotic. Hence off we are taken to a village next to The Wall.
You have a separated family that visits the same place a la Amar Akbar Anthony and Yaadon Ki Baraat; you get to see bandits descending on a village in the middle of a song and dance a la Sholay; you are served emotional atyachaar in the form of long dialogs along with kung-fu achaar.
You also have a myriad of Chinese products that actually work - translating on the fly and doubling up as parachutes and bullet proof umbrellas.
A neat experiment. Decently enjoyable if you leave logic behind (aren’t we all adept at that already?!)
By the way, Deepika rocks.
The story could have been set like Chandni Chowk to Cooch Bihar – but Bollywood has visited the hinterlands of Bihar forever. Plus its time to bring in the exotic. Hence off we are taken to a village next to The Wall.
You have a separated family that visits the same place a la Amar Akbar Anthony and Yaadon Ki Baraat; you get to see bandits descending on a village in the middle of a song and dance a la Sholay; you are served emotional atyachaar in the form of long dialogs along with kung-fu achaar.
You also have a myriad of Chinese products that actually work - translating on the fly and doubling up as parachutes and bullet proof umbrellas.
A neat experiment. Decently enjoyable if you leave logic behind (aren’t we all adept at that already?!)
By the way, Deepika rocks.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Reality ravaged the romance
There wasn’t a familiar face. There wasn’t anybody waiting. No open arms to rush into.
Instead I found friends who had forgotten the dates of my arrival, phone calls that went unanswered cause my number was new and then some excuses.
It was unpleasant as my enthusiasm died down in the never ending traffic. As I woke up to the fact that life has gone on while I was gone, I wondered why I was there!
The home front was a battle, full of stress. I tried to squeeze in some pleasure – a few breaths of normalcy.
My vacations felt vacant.
Only later when I let go of expectations and donned the practical outlook did I get some solace and had some fun.
Lesson learnt.
Instead I found friends who had forgotten the dates of my arrival, phone calls that went unanswered cause my number was new and then some excuses.
It was unpleasant as my enthusiasm died down in the never ending traffic. As I woke up to the fact that life has gone on while I was gone, I wondered why I was there!
The home front was a battle, full of stress. I tried to squeeze in some pleasure – a few breaths of normalcy.
My vacations felt vacant.
Only later when I let go of expectations and donned the practical outlook did I get some solace and had some fun.
Lesson learnt.
Dilli meri jaan
Mist rolling on the long smooth roads. Cozy winter sunshine.
Coffee cups. Parathas at road side dhaba.
Golgappe. Til sakree. Moongphali.
Thirakte kadam, wo behake kadam.
Pretty people. Dazzling décor.
Making of the Metro. Glass facades of majestic buildings.
Huge malls. Lots of shopping.
FM stations. Street hawkers. Moving traffic following lanes. VIP movement.
Such is Delhi.
Coffee cups. Parathas at road side dhaba.
Golgappe. Til sakree. Moongphali.
Thirakte kadam, wo behake kadam.
Pretty people. Dazzling décor.
Making of the Metro. Glass facades of majestic buildings.
Huge malls. Lots of shopping.
FM stations. Street hawkers. Moving traffic following lanes. VIP movement.
Such is Delhi.
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