Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Taj Mahal

No wonder its called a wonder!
We kept looking at in awe, we walked around it & marvelled, learned its history, took endless number of pictures & kept turning back to have a glimpse even as we left. But we still couldn't get enough of it. Yes, it is that beautiful.

Saturday, July 30, 2016

Now I know why...

When was the last time I wrote the stone age maybe? In the past one or two years a million or maybe zillion experiences were lost. If only I made a note of those here, I could have relived those again.

Anyway, moving on. So there was a time when I wondered why people who went abroad never returned to India. I thought how wretched a life it would be away from home in country you cannot call your own. Where population is sparse & smiles too few & far in between. Life must be so lonely without a family. And countries where it snows, how do people even survive ? For a person living in a city where cold weather can be experienced just as a blue moon, the possibility of living endless months in cold appears like a daunting task. And I said to myself ....I can never go to a different country & never want to come back.

So when I left for the UK, I said to my folks, six months. That's it. I am going to be so home sick & miss my Bombay that I am going to be back in six months. And until six months I really craved to go home but after a short visit to home when I returned to the UK , it was almost as I was a different person! I didn't want to go back home. And why?

What I had found was open spaces, something I hadn't seen since long. Trees & forests weren't seen as an obstacle for huge skyscrapers. I could walk and walk and walk without bumping into people. Even if I did, someone would say 'I am sorry'(sometimes even when it wasn't their mistake at all). There were parks and benches, swans in the lakes. The sun was out only some days but when it shone it would fill the heart with joy. People would be out for jogs or cycling. Work was just 7.5 hours & home was just about 45 minutes away. Be it 'rush hour' or 'non-rush hour' otherwise, there would be a seat available in the metro or the bus.So no fights getting in or out, instead you would be allowed to enter first if you were a lady or were old. Special arrangements for the disabled. People smiled & greeted so often ( from the bus drivers to the pharmacists to the lawn mowers!) that no matter how grumpy a bear you may be but you cannot hold back your smile.

I felt like a caged bird set free after ages. Can you imagine how it would fly? An endless sky to explore, no bars, its wings finally put to use at a place it belonged to.

I had never in my wildest thoughts imagined that I would love a place more than home, more than Bombay. Because I thought Bombay was in my veins. But I loved a place more than home :) And it opened my eyes to see why people chose not to return. So I wont judge anyone for it any more for now I know what it is like to fly in an open sky. Now I know why...

(PS. I am back in Mumbai :)
Also, I love my country.And there are reasons why things are the way they are here in India & am by no means criticizing my nation or trying to put it in bad light. This is just to express why I felt the grass was greener on the other side!)

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

When you say nothing at all

Ages since this song was released but I can never strike it off my playlist ❤

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Get there faster, brainy!

I have realized that it takes longer for my brain to register some things that others would understand in an instant.

Sometimes I feel my brain is like a 512mb RAM! Imagine using a computer with that RAM size in an age of 16GB RAM. It's like living in stone age.

I know, not all brains run at the same speed but that's like a snail's speed. When it comes to vain thoughts, those run as 'High Priority applications' in my brain. That could probably the reason, why it leaves my brain too exhausted to grasp things faster. That's the logical conclusion I have come to.

But there are some things my brain is sharp about. It sometimes displays symptoms of a photographic memory. I can sometimes tell you the color of the clothes that you were wearing if we meet just once and for a brief time and even if it has been long. I remember names/surnames of people who may I have heard of from friends but may never have interacted with them much. There are some pictures/scenes that I remember quite accurately from the past. So my 512 RAM does score there!

But many a times its like a windows program 'processing' for hours on end...

Monday, February 2, 2015

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Its moo part 2

It amazes me how I dash my foot against the same stone every time.

I keep hurting my toe against the corner of the bed. Once if I bite my tongue, I happen to bite it at the same place over and over again. Painful but true.

I hate myself for it at times and I pity myself too. But how careful should one be?

As the weather changes, the strings of the guitar become loose or get stretched ....They need to be tuned
You move the compass a bit here and there and the direction changes. You need to shift it back to align the needle
You need to adjust the camera lens to be able to take clear pictures..

Sometimes the one thing I lose so often is focus.I am so all over the place right now!