Saturday, March 11, 2017

/ˌklɛptə(ʊ)ˈmeɪnɪə/








I blamed myself for being careless. I started losing things & never bothered to find out where they could have gone. Actually, I did try to find out but I lost my mind in the process! I kept scratching my head, stressing my memory to remember where I kept my things. Gradually I lost many of my belongings...earrings, tops etc. When I was about travel back home I had my new suitcase ( a pretty blue colored one) packed with all my favorites - my perfect black T-shirt ( you know how it is hard to find a perfect t-shirt right?), a perfect pair of pink-grey sports shoes, a Next Jacket (the perfect one of course), a small bottle of perfume by Next that was a gift for a friend & other clothes. After reaching home, the usual unpacking of heaps of clothes collected over a year began. But little did I realize that some of the items were missing. Only 2 months later, I figured that most of belongings were gone! I had no clue who to blame! Who on earth could it be?!!

The curious case of losing my belongings began right at my rented apartment in UK where my flatmate & me where the only 2 tenants of a 2bhk apartment. We spent a year living together, traveled together & were inseparable. My mother called us sisters. You know how a sister always takes care of you. She cooked for me, invited me to all her office parties( 'Can I bring along my flatmate' she'd ask her colleagues excitedly), she was my nutritionist('cut down on carbs', 'Eat spinach, it has iron', she'd say), she was like my fitness trainer, we had an unbeatable rapport like the so-made-for-each-other-roomates. Think of your best(est) friend. You put every bit of your trust in them , don't ya? When things from your closet start missing & if the needle of suspicion turns towards this friend of yours, would you believe it?! No way hosay! I reacted no differently than this. Every time I spoke to my flatmate, I cried about losing my stuff & not having the slightest idea of where it went, who took it or why! She expressed surprise & then we drifted to a different topic that made me forget all my pain.

6 months passed & I saw my flatmate's picture on Instagram. I couldn't believe my eyes! Remember the pink grey sports shoes? No? Never mind. My flatmate was wearing them! And that was an in-your-face-proof of where all my stuff went. That wasn't the only proof though, I had other reasons to now believe that my friend took all of my stuff. And the only sensible explanation to why she could have taken it was Kleptomania. A word that was only a word faintly heard somewhere was now an earth-shattering experience. It freaked me out. Can you imagine living with a friend who has been taking your belongings. Imagine how clean the acts of a Kleptomaniac are when it does not cross your mind even once that some things in your room have been moved & put back in the same place. And you find out after a year that you were cheated on by a friend!

It hurt me. Does that I mean I shouldn't trust people? How can anyone do that? Does that mean all of the acts of kindness , all of the memories from the year gone by become null & void? Of course not. It was hard to accept but yes kleptomania is real.





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 ...in 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