Saturday, July 07, 2012

Dead End.


I am not entirely sure what I am supposed to say, so I'm going to say hello again.


There. That's done.

More enthusiasm, maybe?


This is awkward.

I feel the need to fill up the silence.

Should I tell you a story, perhaps?

No, I don't think you'll listen that long.

Maybe I could interest you in an anecdote?

But I am not sure what you'd enjoy.

A joke. A joke is a good idea, isn't it?

What if I offend you though?

What can I say knowing you want to hear me say it?

Should I try hello again?

Or maybe...goodbye?

Sunday, June 10, 2012

The city of blinding lights

If home is where the heart is, the heart will always want to be in Bombay.

Regal, Mumbai - 1.25am
Photo Courtesy: Sneha Reddy

Thursday, May 31, 2012

My 98 days of Summer!

31st May, 2012.
The final day of the month that proved to be a roller coaster ride.

11th May, 2010 - New Jalpaiguri, West Bengal, India - 11.35 pm 

In the last 30 days, I've jumped onto a moving train, nearly fallen off the side of a mountain, trekked 3000 feet, been above the clouds, bathed in a railway station, seen how India travels, been stranded in a railway station for 6 hours in the middle of the night, wanted to cry because it was too cold, nearly cried because it was too hot, finally ended up crying for reasons that had nothing to do with the weather, let old friends go, made new friends, remained butt locked for 15 hours and been offered free tea by army men among many, many other things.

Tomorrow, a new adventure starts. 98 days of it, to be precise. I've decided that such a structured adventure needs a new blog (Click here, here or here). I intend to write all about it, mostly to keep a log of everything I do and for the amusement of the general public. Be kind with your comments :)

Good morning, Sunshine!

I hate mornings. They are the worst part of my day.

All through college, I've had a reputation of sleeping through my 7 am alarm despite having people two rooms away wake up, curse me, abuse me and get back to sleep. Many morning lectures have been missed and many hours have been spent at the end of every month wondering if my lack of attendance will finally get me kicked out of college. And yet, I've slept on and slept through many more cozy mornings.

On Saturday, I woke up to a phone call at 6 am. I do not know how this phenomenon happened, neither does anyone else who has heard of this occurrence. Most think it is mere hearsay and is not based on fact.  Nonetheless, sure as night follows day and day follows night and my hatred for mornings persist through rain and sunshine, I woke up at the crack of dawn to the sound of John Mayer calling out to me.

I was to meet a friend at 7.30 for breakfast. I know the appropriate thing to do is give up the friendship than get up to meet someone that early, but since I was already up, I figured what the hell. So I did all the mundane things that need to be done in the mornings and I lay back in bed, looking out of the window, waiting for my friend to call again.

It was the loveliest feeling. The light that streamed in through the windows increased as the minutes ticked on and my bed sheet felt softer and cozier than it ever had. All I wanted to do was curl into a happy ball and doze off, but I blinked the sleep away knowing that staying awake would somehow feel much better than drifting off.

I had a brilliant Saturday that stretched on for 22 hours. But somehow, the best part of my day were those minutes spent lying awake in bed, at an absurdly early hour, without knowing what lay ahead and yet, waiting for it all to unfold.