YaaaaY !! I've finally made up my mind to abandon all inhibitions and take off to goa. I feel like such a hippy, taking off without any planning, no place to stay, and no plan what to do once i get there either...soooo not like me.
X-Bf nd Brr said i should come and they will look for a place once they get there today, so after tossing and turning all night yest obessing about the trip i m finally just going for it (I remind myself of the Nike ad right now - Just Do It!!)..
I hope i dont make a fool outta myself there and have atleast a decent time..
Please God, dont make me and X-Bf have a fight and make everything super awkward..Please Please...Pretty Please??
PS:Still have to tell the 'rents that I am taking off, Gluck with that Neigh !
Happy New Year World !! Cya in 2008, the year of hope and happiness.
Luv y'all..
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Comfortable to Uncomfortable??
Before I get onto my actual mind boggling question which has been bothering me since morning a quick weekend update.- the extended weekend (felt like that coz I worked on Monday and then yest was an off for Christmas again, btw Merry Xmas everyone)..so yea my weekend was more like a movie marathon. I managed to clear all my backlog of hindi movie watching (yea I m a sucker for mindless crap). Also caught up with my college friends , lets call them Ads and Tee, whom I haven’t met in ages and spent a lot of quality time with them. Ads and me went for a movie on sat, and again yest. Tee couldn’t make it both times because she was busy doing christmasy stuff at home. We all go to tee’s house ever year for xmas and hog on marzipan and rum cake yummmm and it’s a whole lotta fun. Planning to take them for their first theatre experience this weekend – hope I can convert them.
Ok so now to the dilemma of my life. My ex and I have been bonding quite well recently (the whole story sometime later) since we broke up almost 6 months ago. When we broke up we couldn’t even stand to be in the same room with just the 2 of us. Thankfully that’s changing now, since we always got along really well. You know when you have like a ‘connection’ with someone? We totally get each other, like the same kinda things, both read a lot, love theatre and the list is endless. But I think we both expected very different things from a relationship and failed miserably while trying. So yea after a month or so of being absolutely nasty with each other we realized that we should atleast make an efforts in being friends also we didn’t have much choice since we worked in the same office ( yea yea I know all abt office relationships but still..). So now he and another colleague of mine from the old office are going to be in goa for new years as they both have weddings to attend and he is asking me to join them for new years. I don’t know if it’s a smart thing to do or not. Since I am not able to finalize any other new years plans and the alternative would be to be stuck in Bombay with most of friends out of town, he’s been insisting that I go. The first time I heard from my other friend , lets call him Brr that he asked me to go to goa I thought Brr was just pulling my leg. But again this morning he insisted that I come to Goa and I’ve been wondering should I or shouldn’t I ? Will it make things awkward? What if I do something stupid like get drunk and try to plant one on his face?( I know he wont, coz he has the will power of a ..i dunno..really good will power and I have no control whatsoever) …
So..yea still not able to decide what to do, I want to go but I don’t want to make things uncomfortable.
Ok so now to the dilemma of my life. My ex and I have been bonding quite well recently (the whole story sometime later) since we broke up almost 6 months ago. When we broke up we couldn’t even stand to be in the same room with just the 2 of us. Thankfully that’s changing now, since we always got along really well. You know when you have like a ‘connection’ with someone? We totally get each other, like the same kinda things, both read a lot, love theatre and the list is endless. But I think we both expected very different things from a relationship and failed miserably while trying. So yea after a month or so of being absolutely nasty with each other we realized that we should atleast make an efforts in being friends also we didn’t have much choice since we worked in the same office ( yea yea I know all abt office relationships but still..). So now he and another colleague of mine from the old office are going to be in goa for new years as they both have weddings to attend and he is asking me to join them for new years. I don’t know if it’s a smart thing to do or not. Since I am not able to finalize any other new years plans and the alternative would be to be stuck in Bombay with most of friends out of town, he’s been insisting that I go. The first time I heard from my other friend , lets call him Brr that he asked me to go to goa I thought Brr was just pulling my leg. But again this morning he insisted that I come to Goa and I’ve been wondering should I or shouldn’t I ? Will it make things awkward? What if I do something stupid like get drunk and try to plant one on his face?( I know he wont, coz he has the will power of a ..i dunno..really good will power and I have no control whatsoever) …
So..yea still not able to decide what to do, I want to go but I don’t want to make things uncomfortable.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Didya leave something behind??
It’s funny how we are obsessed with death and continuously work towards the whole “how to delay/stop the aging process”. No I am not gonna start rambling about the multitude of de-aging products and them all now. I got thinking about what makes people remember us after we are long gone. Do we leave specific memories or we are remembered by the way we lead our lives? Does one have to be a famous personality for the world to remember them? Of course our families and close friends will always remember we existed but what about people we interact with on a everyday causal basis. Will they remember we existed? I wish I could imprint my memory on a whole lot of people who mattered to me so that they would tell random people about me years after I was gone.
What got me started thinking about this was a conversation I had this morning with my autowala. Ya I have (rather most of my family has) these regular autowala’s who stand outside my house. At almost any given point of time you can count on them to take you wherever you want, which is a true blessing because if you live in Mumbai you know that autowala’s throw worse tantrums than a 2 year old kid who’s missed his nap.
And I need to thank my grandfather who left us almost 10 years ago for their loyalty towards our family. I was in the 10th std when he passed away (a few weeks before my board exams) and I was truly devastated. Being the first grandchild in the family and the only one for almost 9 years I was thoroughly pampered by my g’parents and uncles and aunts. When I started going to nursery school I hated it! I used to cry and cry on the way to school that I didn’t want to go to school and the moment the bus driver heartily passed me on to my school teacher I started crying that I wanted to go back into the bus(even in my little mind I knew the bus would take me back home). In those days money was considered something that shouldn’t be taken very lightly and serious consideration was taken before spending any additional rupee. Even then, unfailingly my grandfather was at my school gate the moment I ran out of my class every single day. Then he would take me to a local fast food joint and we would share an idli sambhar and a special falooda. That is one memory is will always associate with him, even though there are lot more coz he’s always been a focal point of my growing up.
Anyways coming back to today, as always I was running late to get to work and I walked down and got into one of my regular autos. They all know where I go so unless I tell them differently, we are off to the station. About a minute into the 7 min ride to the station the rickshaw wala said that my g’mom was telling him about me when he took her someplace a few days ago (yea it kinda made me happy to hear good things about mah’self specially after storming out of the house coz dad and I had an argument in the morning and I was feeling lousy). One thing led to another and he mentioned that they all still very fondly remembered my grandfather. He said something which triggered this post, they all remembered Baba because he always treated them as one of his own, and developed a special kind of kinship with them. Baba was like this with every person he interacted with, like these rickshaw wala’s and even his factory workers come home every diwali and on his death anniversary after 8 years of the factory being shut down. And we have never thought of them as employees but almost as an extended family. I still have cuttings of wire pieces from the time I used to spend days in the factory (which supplied wires to big electrical companies) sitting and playing with all different colors and types of wire samples..
I wish I could be a little bit like him and spread love and happiness to people around me.
Baba….I love you and miss you …I know wherever you are you are always looking over us and will always guide us. I wish you hadn’t left us so suddenly and were here to watch us all grow up and I knew you’d be very proud of us. Love you forever..my dearest Babu..
What got me started thinking about this was a conversation I had this morning with my autowala. Ya I have (rather most of my family has) these regular autowala’s who stand outside my house. At almost any given point of time you can count on them to take you wherever you want, which is a true blessing because if you live in Mumbai you know that autowala’s throw worse tantrums than a 2 year old kid who’s missed his nap.
And I need to thank my grandfather who left us almost 10 years ago for their loyalty towards our family. I was in the 10th std when he passed away (a few weeks before my board exams) and I was truly devastated. Being the first grandchild in the family and the only one for almost 9 years I was thoroughly pampered by my g’parents and uncles and aunts. When I started going to nursery school I hated it! I used to cry and cry on the way to school that I didn’t want to go to school and the moment the bus driver heartily passed me on to my school teacher I started crying that I wanted to go back into the bus(even in my little mind I knew the bus would take me back home). In those days money was considered something that shouldn’t be taken very lightly and serious consideration was taken before spending any additional rupee. Even then, unfailingly my grandfather was at my school gate the moment I ran out of my class every single day. Then he would take me to a local fast food joint and we would share an idli sambhar and a special falooda. That is one memory is will always associate with him, even though there are lot more coz he’s always been a focal point of my growing up.
Anyways coming back to today, as always I was running late to get to work and I walked down and got into one of my regular autos. They all know where I go so unless I tell them differently, we are off to the station. About a minute into the 7 min ride to the station the rickshaw wala said that my g’mom was telling him about me when he took her someplace a few days ago (yea it kinda made me happy to hear good things about mah’self specially after storming out of the house coz dad and I had an argument in the morning and I was feeling lousy). One thing led to another and he mentioned that they all still very fondly remembered my grandfather. He said something which triggered this post, they all remembered Baba because he always treated them as one of his own, and developed a special kind of kinship with them. Baba was like this with every person he interacted with, like these rickshaw wala’s and even his factory workers come home every diwali and on his death anniversary after 8 years of the factory being shut down. And we have never thought of them as employees but almost as an extended family. I still have cuttings of wire pieces from the time I used to spend days in the factory (which supplied wires to big electrical companies) sitting and playing with all different colors and types of wire samples..
I wish I could be a little bit like him and spread love and happiness to people around me.
Baba….I love you and miss you …I know wherever you are you are always looking over us and will always guide us. I wish you hadn’t left us so suddenly and were here to watch us all grow up and I knew you’d be very proud of us. Love you forever..my dearest Babu..
Explanation..
Why did I (someone who has never written in any form before) suddenly decide to start blogging? It isn’t so sudden actually, its been on my mind for quite a few years but I never thought I could actually do it. But after spending countless hours at work reading other people’s blogs I figured why not! So here I am posting my first blog about nothing whatsoever.
Well…let me write a something about little ol’ me in that case. Because what’s better than me anyways! I am a 20-something creature living and working in Mumbai (more working less living these days). I do my share of hanging out with friends and getting sloshed on week nights and weekends every now and then, will read anything that I can lay my hands on and single handedly help Airtel and my local cable net guys make their living. I spend a better part of my work day not doing work (but am smart enough to seem like I am verrryy busy working)
I am currently single, which I am still not sure is a good thing or a great thing and I have my share of days when I generally feel super bitchy – hence this blog.
Don’t think anyone is going to read this but still, if any poor sufferer does please do post a comment so atleast I know someone out there is reading this crap!
I hope I continue blogging and this is not one of those one time things I am notoriously famous for....
Well…let me write a something about little ol’ me in that case. Because what’s better than me anyways! I am a 20-something creature living and working in Mumbai (more working less living these days). I do my share of hanging out with friends and getting sloshed on week nights and weekends every now and then, will read anything that I can lay my hands on and single handedly help Airtel and my local cable net guys make their living. I spend a better part of my work day not doing work (but am smart enough to seem like I am verrryy busy working)
I am currently single, which I am still not sure is a good thing or a great thing and I have my share of days when I generally feel super bitchy – hence this blog.
Don’t think anyone is going to read this but still, if any poor sufferer does please do post a comment so atleast I know someone out there is reading this crap!
I hope I continue blogging and this is not one of those one time things I am notoriously famous for....
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