a fresh start...

The train pulling into an otherwise silent station...
The sun rising in the background painting the sky with vibrant colors...
A bunny hopping around, oblivious to the people on the platform...
A new day, a new beginning...
Washing away the stress of busy days and sleepless nights; of work, of fun, of life...

Here's to many more such mornings...
when nothing can go wrong. 
Because even the wrong would feel right. 


p.s.: this was in my drafts for a few weeks. finally managed to remember about posting it. 

whose wife is it anyway?

One of my acquaintances (let's say, A) who got married recently, changed his cover pic on FB. Like most newly married couples, his pic is one of him with his wife, hugging, with the beach in the background. He also rather sweetly tagged his wife, Shuchi, in the pic. 

Comments on the pic, about 5 minutes after he uploaded it:

X (obviously, A's friend): Dude, WTF? Isn't your wife on FB?

A: What? She is. She's tagged. Are you drunk?

X: Dude! Your wife!!! Her name's Richa. no??? I remember. I was at the wedding. I have the invite as proof. Who is Shuchi??

Shuchi: X, I changed my name. 

X: WTF is wrong with you people! I almost died here. Anyway, good pic. Phew! 

my very own facepalm moment

friend, who is also in a school group with me, visited me at work. 
my gmail window was open, and she peeked and said "wow! how did you manage that?"
me, obviously thinking that she's talking about the FIVE emails in my inbox "some people actually like me, and they email me, you know! also, I am organized, so I have folders and mails don't show in my inbox"


she gave me a surprised wary look, the kind you'd give the crazy cat lady, and said "I was just talking about the template. but yeah, I believe you."


I need to learn to keep quiet. 

what odds...?!

us stepping out of the theater after watching hunger games. 


vin: we should have seen another movie while we were inside. (since they don't check tickets once inside, and of course, we're aspiring to be cheap!)
me: I'll be hungry by the time the next movie ends. we don't want that, do we?
vin: no no!! we can't do that. you can't be hungry. ever! 
me: hahaha... our very own hunger games... may the odds be ever in your favor.
vin: what odds? there's only one person that dies there. same person. dies again, and again! very unfair. no games at all! 

need of the hour

every once in a while, i feel this urge. 

the urge to leave everything and run away. 

i've blogged before about how i love running away. escaping. re-inventing myself after said escape. finding the new me. 

it's been 3 years. will be 4 shortly. since i last escaped. 

i got so caught up in life, and routine that i didn't have the time to 'want' to escape. 

now, it's hitting me. like a wave hits the wall at the beach and dies... as foam. i need to escape. i need to run away. 

i need a change. 

i feel claustrophobic. and it has nothing to do with the stress of job hunting. 

i recognize this feeling. it's not stress. 

i'm beginning to feel settled, and it's unsettling me. 

i wish i knew how else to handle it, but i don't. 

some call it wanderlust. some, plain escaping. 

i don't care what it's called. 

i want it. 

i need it. 

...in sickness

It's a long weekend. some presidents' day or some such.

I knew what it was... but can't recollect right now.

and I have viral. of course.

I never fall ill on weekdays. my illnesses are workaholics as well.

but this time, i confess, i had to take a friday off. I couldn't get out of bed on Friday. I tried, of course; didn't work.

Now, I can. Get out of bed, that is. But I can't really talk. If I don't attempt to talk *yeah, THAT will work*, I'm perfectly fine. But if I do, then I begin to sound like a TB patient. *or rather, like what TB patients sound in Bollywood movies* So, now that I can't talk... I realized the benefits of this space. Where I can talk... as much as I wish. And I don't have to bother my throat to do it.

So, here I am... stuck at home... wondering... how is it, that a dangling string can keep a cat busy for hours... but a human can bore her in minutes... ? What does that say about the humans?!