Yup it swings both ways. Can rock your world in all senses. Good bad ugly… any which way.
Ironically it is also one topic on which I have conducted quite a few trainings and yet when it comes to the practical implementation I find myself trying not to take the bait.
Why this peculiar post name?
Well thats how this post was saved in my drafts for a very long time and I am feeling too lazy to change it to anything else now.
The post earlier had a list of movies I had seen in theatre ever since i moved to mumbai. But I guess it got too much for me to update. The list is pretty long now…
I dont think I have watched as many movies in my life as I have in the last one and a half years. Well thats what your mode of entertainment really boils down to every weekend when you live in a city where you have no family but a handful of friends.
Life has been busy in Mumbai. And before you jump the gun… let me clarify that this is not just another ranting session about mumbai…its actually much more.
I have been here for a few months short of two years now and I havent really had a day where I feel at peace in this city. While I do agree there are a few things that I LOVE about this place (dont be too quick to smile) but it loses on the balance handsdown to the things I HATE about mumbai.
Let me put those things here for your to understand where I am coming from…
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Yes… you heard me right. Shiney Ahuja is back in B-town.
And in case you are wondering how the hell do I know, well well, did I forget to mention earlier that he stays in my complex?
Well ….ok now I just did !
Saw him last night strolling in the compound along with his wife… couple looked quite lovey dovey.. have no comments to offer on the case though…
One shall only wait and watch !
And another one goes by… but this one just flew…
I dunno whether its married life or this city that you feel that lifes zipping past you.
Loads was done, accomplished, learnt, felt, regretted…last year.
Hopefully this year too there will be new learnings, new mistakes and new milestones.
But one thing I definately want to do this year is to dedicate some time off the week to the blog. Have had some interesting stuff to blog about but havent really gotten myself to sit and type.
So i guess this year we shall get to see some meaningful blog enteries… specially on travel and restraunts since thats a huge chunk that I want to write reviews about.
Blog entry on trip to goa…. coming soon !
Its that time of the year again…post diwali depression setting in.
What intrigues me though is the sheer fact that inspite me so looking forward to this trip… it didnt quite match up to its expectations.
But what did definately … was the ever so awesome delhi food.
There is no denying that Delhi belly is far far superior and tasty than Amchi Mumbai…
I so miss this food in Bombay (boo Raj Thakeray!!)… and ofcourse the family too !
…or should I say what can I do?
My boss just told me today that she is quitting in a months time.
Its a loss, both personal as well as professional. I think I will just leave it at that.
Boondein jo maathe ko choom hothon se gir gayi
ek lamhe mein bachpan ki yaadein taaza kar gayi
Its been raining non-stop for more than 12 hrs now and today after a long time I got drenched on will !
I cant remember when was the last time i enjoyed getting wet in rain…. the faintest memory I have would be of the time 15 years back. When the house was not reconstructed… when grand ma was still alive… when the mango tree had not been cut.
That memory became fresh today… vinnie, me and mom… standing in the verandah, getting drenched in rain…with my grandma watching 
Actually today a lot of them came back afresh…
The days when we wouldnt have school assembly as it would be raining. Playing basketball during rains… the so called “gola” shoes getting all wet…with water inside them… but it didnt matter. And today it hurts to get your catwalk sandals ruined.
Dad getting samosas and jalebies…. Mom making pakodas and coffee…ummmmm
That sound of the broken viper, splash of the bus, water logging on corners, struggle of the cycle rider, sale of the tea stall, cricket match of the colony kids, drops of water running down my hair, and someone to give me company on this walk while I struggle to manage the flood of memories.
Felt good to revive the old kid in me… after a long time !
I feel claustrophobic out here. Life is running by…
I am yet to recover from the hangover of the pace of this city.
No matter how much I love to blog… i cant find myself doing it anymore.
There is nothing more I could possibly ask for in this life… yet I am not sure if there is anything more I would want.
What is it… I dunno.
Single to Married.
Funny as it may seem, but it doesnt quite feel that way.
Its been a while since I wrote anything. A lot has happened in the past couple of days. Life has changed tremendously.
Last month this time I was anxious about the uncertain future. Today, I have a somewhat certain future. Got engaged this month and am scheduled to wed the next. Strange are the ways of life. Earlier the clock was ticking. Now I feel its running, not that I am complaining.
The experience of the euphoric feeling for the past couple of days was so exhilarating that today seems quite alien to me. Today I am back to my introspection mode…
I often feel that there is more to me than what people see. I also feel that there is more to me than what I am aware of. The days I am blank are bliss. The days where I dont even get the time to sit and think how the day went by. The days when life just passes by… with the emotion overpowering me.
I just saw “Into the wild”, that pretty much explains the mood I am in right now. I feel there is a side of me that totally relates to Chris. A side of me that questions this world, its existence, the reason behind it and the sheer possibility of it being capable of being explained. These are the times I am quiet. These are the times when silence seems beautiful. These are the times when only thoughts exist. These are the times when I simply float in them. These are the times when I dont reach out for the phone to call…
The fragility of crystal is not its weakness, but its character.