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?!

so...

SO much has happened since i last stopped by here. (discounting, 3Ds birthday post, of course. )

so much has happened around me. to me. to my friends.

i didn't realize that 2011s as good as over.

i have one semester left of school. then what, i don't know.

i haven't been home since 2008. yeah. i don't know when i'll be back next.

friends that i live & die for have had kids, but haven't changed (thank heavens for that!). everybody's going through life... with its ups & downs. and i can't really 'be there-be there' for them.

i miss them. and i know they miss me. but there's precious little that can be done about it. so we all suck it up and continue. living.

the year's not been bad, now that i think of it.

i started working on-campus. i became financially independent (almost) again.

i met some amazing people. realized that every individual has the potential in them to be good. not all realize it. not all want to be good. but those who do, are worth the time & effort you can spare them. i don't know how long i'll know these people, but I'm learning to separate the gems from the riff-raff.

i didn't have time to think about whether i'm happy. and i guess that's why i've been mostly happy.

i don't think a lot of people come here anymore. which is fair, considering that i haven't been reading most blogs i used to. but i didn't want to let this space die. it's given me some wonderful friends. and i will always owe them to this space. and i can't let something that special die an abandoned death! so, i promise... i shall be here more often in 2012. i shall try and write rubbish and entertain the few that stop by. and i shall try and write sense, so that i can retain my own insanity.

happy birthday!

i know i've neglected this space for way too long.

but here i am. again. by special request.

on a very special day.

to wish someone super special, a fantastic birthday!!!

so, dear dewdropdreams... dewdette...3D... whatever it is that this virtual world calls you - wish you a magical birthday! and a super fantastic 2012. i really do wish i get to see you soon.

coz i miss you.

more than i miss this space.

more than i miss having time for myself.

more, maybe, than i miss bombay.

coz if you're here, it'll be home.

MUAH!

love you, child. now, and always! have fun! :)

p.s.: and to anybody else who stops by... wish you a fantastic 2012. i promise, i'll come by here more often. pucca promise, that! :)

justifying cheapness and abandoning children

commuter announcement this morning:
"this is the last stop. please remember to take all your belongings with you. that includes children. 'cos if you don't want them, we don't want them either."

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me and vin discussing how some men are blatantly cheap.
me: they don't even look at your face... they constantly stare down at your cleavage. i feel like snapping and saying "here... up here. down there - they don't talk!"
vin: i think that explains why they stare. at least down there, nothing talks back!

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while at the cafe with a colleague, i ran into this moron i happen to know from one of my classes.
he smiled at me, 'waved' at the colleague (whom, he does not know at all) and continued to smile till we left from there. (this happened on more than one occasion)
colleague: is... erm... do i know the guy? is he your friend?? WHY does he wave at me?
me: oh, lord no! you don't even need to know him. and NO, not my friend.
colleague: oh... umm... is he special needs?!

i wish the explanation was that easy. really.