- Topping the list is Pottery... I've wanted to learn pottery since a very long time, but never had the opportunity to do so. The simple movement of the hands, to form something so spectacular and smooth is fascinating. At some level this inspiration came from the movie The Ghost. Aah… unchained melody and molding clay and hands… if you’ve seen it, u know the rest.
- Next comes swimming. I’m a scorpion—a water sign—and I love water; I’ve always wanted to learn swimming, but again, it was either the lack of an opportunity or savings. So let me make this public resolution, that I will take up a membership at Mafatlals and learn and practice swimming.
- Driving. I’m not much of a car person, but I believe that it is very essential to learn how to drive; of course I asked one of my friends to teach me to ride a bike (Read: Passion Plus) but of course, it was a failure…he gave up after one session only) but anyway, coming back to the point, I want to learn to drive and SOOONN…
- A Confectionary course. Of course, with my love for food and cooking combined, this is a dream that I want to pursue (see why in my careers post)…aah the joys of baking...all because of mom.. She used to make such yummy food in my bachpan that I want it always...
- FINALLY, I want to learn the guitar and believe me I feel like kicking myself because I dint have the urge to learn it while I was a kid and had an opportunity for more than ten yrs.. but NOOOOO, I wanna learn it when I’m an adult and don’t have a brilliant teacher within a 10 mile radius.. but yah I wanna learn it, strum it and sing...
Ooohhh, when do I accomplish all this? I can’t wait!!
Friday, April 10, 2009
desires... continued
Some of these are over-due desires...
I...
I’m walking along the shore, the wet sand under my feet…
The sunset reflecting the calm waters and the wind sweeping through my hair...
Somewhere I can hear a seagull cry, and I sit down on the sand.
The white sand trickles between my fingers each shiny granule spectacular in its own way,
and I let the calm wash over me..
Life has come full circle and I’m still at the beginning…
Undecided, scared and very skeptical of the future,
Yet somewhere I am confident that things can’t be worse than they already are,
And my faith in choices making my destiny is reinforced…
The sun is setting and the smell of brine in the air is delicious,
I decide to walk back, casting shadows on the sand,
The sunset reflecting the calm waters and the wind sweeping through my hair...
Somewhere I can hear a seagull cry, and I sit down on the sand.
The white sand trickles between my fingers each shiny granule spectacular in its own way,
and I let the calm wash over me..
Life has come full circle and I’m still at the beginning…
Undecided, scared and very skeptical of the future,
Yet somewhere I am confident that things can’t be worse than they already are,
And my faith in choices making my destiny is reinforced…
The sun is setting and the smell of brine in the air is delicious,
I decide to walk back, casting shadows on the sand,
leaving the footprints of my past behind...
Alone, free…
Alone, free…
Friday, March 20, 2009
The Attack of the Roaches... (A short story inspired by a true story)
The other day, I was working rather late at office and had a zillion things on my mind that I had to do before going home. So, as soon as I left work at around 3:30 I planned the remainder of my evening accordingly. I reached Grant road station within an hour and realized that I have ample time left to complete my chores. So, I headed towards the electricity dept. to pay my humongous and already-late bill. Since I was short on cash and had to still go to Fort to run some more errands, I went home (5 min away) and went into the kitchen, drank water, emptied my bag and collected the money. In fact, I’d reached the door, when I realized that I hadn’t collected the money. Anyway, then ensued a nice journey to Fort on the BEST bus, where I was reading my much-cherished Malory Towers. I completed my errands and was home within an hour.
Yes yes, there is some purpose behind my relating this entire Raam Kahaani, and that is to bring to your notice the time difference between the two instances when I went home in that day (and I confess, also to keep you in suspense).
Okay before I go on to the highlight of the day, I would like to emphasize that I am cockroach, bird, and any-huge-insect-that-flies phobic and I jus can’t take dirty, creepy insects in my house. Also, I’m a cleanliness freak and clean my kitchen thoroughly everyday (much to the consternation of my roommate!)
Anyhow, getting back to my story, when I came home the second time, I went into the kitchen to have water. The moment I entered, I saw this huge, almost-two-inches flying cockroach on the floor. I freaked, but immediately took the can of “HIT” and sprayed the damned insect (though “smothered” would be a more likely word choice). Then I saw another one of the same size and did the same thing again. I left them there to die (sadistic ol’ me) and closed the door and went in to the room. After a while, I opened the door again and saw around two more cockroaches scurrying about, trying to get away from the cloud of HIT. But they couldn’t and they too died. By the time I sent an SOS to Pragya (my roommate), I had counted almost 12 cockroaches. I couldn’t, for the life of me, comprehend how so many cockroaches could have been there in the kitchen considering I had jus cleaned it (very thoroughly I must say) the previous day. Then I saw that the drain below the sink was slightly open and realization dawned that this entire khandaan of cockroaches had come out of there (for a picnic, perhaps??) and ended up being massacred. Soon we swept the floor of around a little more than TWENTY cockroaches and closed the drain. Aaah, it was a nightmare come true for me. I felt like I was in an ET movie.
Yes yes, there is some purpose behind my relating this entire Raam Kahaani, and that is to bring to your notice the time difference between the two instances when I went home in that day (and I confess, also to keep you in suspense).
Okay before I go on to the highlight of the day, I would like to emphasize that I am cockroach, bird, and any-huge-insect-that-flies phobic and I jus can’t take dirty, creepy insects in my house. Also, I’m a cleanliness freak and clean my kitchen thoroughly everyday (much to the consternation of my roommate!)
Anyhow, getting back to my story, when I came home the second time, I went into the kitchen to have water. The moment I entered, I saw this huge, almost-two-inches flying cockroach on the floor. I freaked, but immediately took the can of “HIT” and sprayed the damned insect (though “smothered” would be a more likely word choice). Then I saw another one of the same size and did the same thing again. I left them there to die (sadistic ol’ me) and closed the door and went in to the room. After a while, I opened the door again and saw around two more cockroaches scurrying about, trying to get away from the cloud of HIT. But they couldn’t and they too died. By the time I sent an SOS to Pragya (my roommate), I had counted almost 12 cockroaches. I couldn’t, for the life of me, comprehend how so many cockroaches could have been there in the kitchen considering I had jus cleaned it (very thoroughly I must say) the previous day. Then I saw that the drain below the sink was slightly open and realization dawned that this entire khandaan of cockroaches had come out of there (for a picnic, perhaps??) and ended up being massacred. Soon we swept the floor of around a little more than TWENTY cockroaches and closed the drain. Aaah, it was a nightmare come true for me. I felt like I was in an ET movie.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
How I celebrated Women's Day...
This was an idyllic weekend, a long one too!
So it started off with work :). It was a very very boring day at work (as usual), where I faffed a lot, but still got something done. I left early from office and met up with Priyam and Pragya—two of my closest friends in Mumbai. We took a ferry to an island just off the coast of Mumbai. It’s called Manori— a small, idyllic beach spot. So we went to this not-so-dingy hotel and booked a room. The view was wonderful and the smell of brine and sand came wafting thru, the “backyard” of the hotel was like a playground, complete with hammocks and swings, and a merry-go-round and see-saws. Oh and what a return to childhood!!! We played on all three, laughing like little kids, while swinging high, merry-go-rounding fast, and see-sawing. The sheer exhilaration of doing something completely mundane, innocent and free is something I just can’t describe. All three of us cuddled up into one hammock (a miracle it didn’t break!) and just chatted, beneath the moon and stars and coconut trees if u may please. We sang together after a long long time—songs long forgotten, loved, nostalgic. We wanted to be up before the sun so that we could go to the beach. So after a very sleepless night (thanks to the dust mites) we woke up and reached the beach, which was just behind the hotel. The serene landscape, the horizon—a wall between two shades of blue; its been long since I felt sand under my feet and waves lapping. The salt in the air smelt heavenly and all I wanted to do was lie down on the beach with the waves all around me. We walked along the shore till we came to some rocks and sat down there, looking across the ocean. Empty thoughts…calm waves…not a cloud in the sky… just the three of us—Dil Chahta hai style. When we went back to the hotel I again sat on the swing again. I felt like I was flying, the sheer joy, the freedom, the sheer happiness as I was flying into the air and back. I laughed like a child, all woes and problems forgotten, childhood memories came back to me, I wanted to swing again and again till I could swing no more. But then, the sun came out and was scorching everything in sight. Soon we found ourselves back on the ferry feeling like we’d been there for a week. Oh, but what a relaxing week, and what a return to our childhood on Women’s Day!!
life...
Life is full…
Of love lost and found,
Of friendships sealed and broken,
Of feelings felt and numbed,
Of being loved and mourned,
Of being caressed and stoned,
Of being wanted and abandoned,
Of being remembered and forgotten,
Of being respected and insulted,
Of having been there done that,
This world is full of opposites,
And so are we
Of having lived and died.
Of love lost and found,
Of friendships sealed and broken,
Of feelings felt and numbed,
Of being loved and mourned,
Of being caressed and stoned,
Of being wanted and abandoned,
Of being remembered and forgotten,
Of being respected and insulted,
Of having been there done that,
This world is full of opposites,
And so are we
Of having lived and died.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Career
Okay, so here’s the deal!
I have a zillion dreams…
1) I want to become a clinical psychologist. Work with people, listen to them, and help solve their problems. I want to assess them, interpret their personalities.
2) I want to open a small deli cum confectionary of my own, complete with baked brick walls, and splendid aromas wafting from the kitchen. Concoct amazing delicacies, experiment a bit, and introduce various foods from exotic lands. It’ll be this cozy little place, more like a home, where ill keep those soft couches that one sees in “Crossword” and small, round glass tables. The dim yellow light will add to the cozy aura and the warmth from the oven in the kitchen will give one the feeling of being in their mom’s kitchen.
3) I want to get into editing (something m doing as a part time job) because, I have this really irritating habit of correcting my friends’ English every time they say it wrong.
So wherein lies the problem??? Hmmm the first option doesn’t have much money in it. The second option needs a lot of investment. The third option is the only place where I can get the money to probably fulfill my second dream. But then, I don’t want it as much as I do the first and second options. Also, I’m afraid that ill just get sucked into the comfort of having a stable job (god willing) and may become too lethargic to actually pursue my first two dreamsL
So does it seem like I’ve gone back to square one?? I think so L
I have a zillion dreams…
1) I want to become a clinical psychologist. Work with people, listen to them, and help solve their problems. I want to assess them, interpret their personalities.
2) I want to open a small deli cum confectionary of my own, complete with baked brick walls, and splendid aromas wafting from the kitchen. Concoct amazing delicacies, experiment a bit, and introduce various foods from exotic lands. It’ll be this cozy little place, more like a home, where ill keep those soft couches that one sees in “Crossword” and small, round glass tables. The dim yellow light will add to the cozy aura and the warmth from the oven in the kitchen will give one the feeling of being in their mom’s kitchen.
3) I want to get into editing (something m doing as a part time job) because, I have this really irritating habit of correcting my friends’ English every time they say it wrong.
So wherein lies the problem??? Hmmm the first option doesn’t have much money in it. The second option needs a lot of investment. The third option is the only place where I can get the money to probably fulfill my second dream. But then, I don’t want it as much as I do the first and second options. Also, I’m afraid that ill just get sucked into the comfort of having a stable job (god willing) and may become too lethargic to actually pursue my first two dreamsL
So does it seem like I’ve gone back to square one?? I think so L
Friday, March 6, 2009
You...
The simple gesture of holding your hand, the sweet smile I see in your eyes. It’s a wonder I don’t fall in love over and over again. But then, I think I did when I last saw u-the proverbial birds chirping, winds blowing, violins playing, bells ringing.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
desires...
I want to throw a tantrum, stamp my feet on the ground and shake my fists in the air.
I jus want to get away from here. Don’t feel like working.
Want to be at marine drive take a walk, feel exhilarated. Look at cute guys and pass dirty looks at the ones who think they’re cute. Look at the rich dogs on the road and wish I had one myself. Smell the sea breeze, feel cold and wish that someone was hugging me instead of their jacket.
I want to go to the quaint little church of the Convent of Jesus and Mary and kneel down at the altar and speak to God—one on one. The pews filled with flowers and little hymn books and the rays of the sun streaming through the stained glass windows.
I’m a pathetic artist, and my artistic abilities are restricted to merely buying ten-rupee coloring books from the train and filling them using my cherished Staedtler color pencils. But I suddenly want to buy a canvas and an easel and oil paints and just paint, de-stress, throw my emotions into the colors, create magic and beauty.
I want to cozy up against a non-existent fire-place with a mug of hot chocolate in one hand (with whipped cream and a tight hug!!) and a wonderful book in the other—all-engrossing, and emotionally arousing.
I want to light candles in my room, and see the shadows dance on the walls. Leave my hair loose, feel beautiful.
I want it to rain, pour in torrents, and I want to drench and soak in it. Feel the water seep through my clothes, my skin. Turn my face up towards the sky. I want to smell the mud, and see the trees glistening with rain drops, and the city with a newly laundered look to it.
I want to walk on a clean beach, barefoot, collecting shells. Look beyond the horizon, at a ship sailing far away.
I want to attend someone’s wedding and pig out on all the food, see the love that is shared between the happy couple.
I want to get drunk without drinking and fall off my chair, tipsy. I want to release myself and let go of all my inhibitions.
I want to sleep in a log cabin, with a fire crackling cheerfully in the fire place. Want to sleep between satin sheets all cozy and read another book. Put on some soft soulful music and be with myself.
Am I asking for too much ??!!!
I jus want to get away from here. Don’t feel like working.
Want to be at marine drive take a walk, feel exhilarated. Look at cute guys and pass dirty looks at the ones who think they’re cute. Look at the rich dogs on the road and wish I had one myself. Smell the sea breeze, feel cold and wish that someone was hugging me instead of their jacket.
I want to go to the quaint little church of the Convent of Jesus and Mary and kneel down at the altar and speak to God—one on one. The pews filled with flowers and little hymn books and the rays of the sun streaming through the stained glass windows.
I’m a pathetic artist, and my artistic abilities are restricted to merely buying ten-rupee coloring books from the train and filling them using my cherished Staedtler color pencils. But I suddenly want to buy a canvas and an easel and oil paints and just paint, de-stress, throw my emotions into the colors, create magic and beauty.
I want to cozy up against a non-existent fire-place with a mug of hot chocolate in one hand (with whipped cream and a tight hug!!) and a wonderful book in the other—all-engrossing, and emotionally arousing.
I want to light candles in my room, and see the shadows dance on the walls. Leave my hair loose, feel beautiful.
I want it to rain, pour in torrents, and I want to drench and soak in it. Feel the water seep through my clothes, my skin. Turn my face up towards the sky. I want to smell the mud, and see the trees glistening with rain drops, and the city with a newly laundered look to it.
I want to walk on a clean beach, barefoot, collecting shells. Look beyond the horizon, at a ship sailing far away.
I want to attend someone’s wedding and pig out on all the food, see the love that is shared between the happy couple.
I want to get drunk without drinking and fall off my chair, tipsy. I want to release myself and let go of all my inhibitions.
I want to sleep in a log cabin, with a fire crackling cheerfully in the fire place. Want to sleep between satin sheets all cozy and read another book. Put on some soft soulful music and be with myself.
Am I asking for too much ??!!!
Okay I had commented on one of my friends blogs, and this is what i had written, i cant imagine what was going on in my mind at that moment, but well...
Your day passes by in a flurry of activity, when you’re so involved that
your mind doesn’t get a chance to wander. Then the time comes when you’re with
yourself...the nights...the dreams...the insomnia. You introspect, “did I go
wrong somewhere?”, “what happened?” and we emotional fools may also wonder “why
me?!” A zillion nights pass like this, the introspection...the dreamless sleep
or the sleepless dreams. Somewhere the remnants of hope, of dreams dreamt
together, of dreams dreamt alone, come back to haunt you, but they are better
left untouched, coz the skeletons in your closets may not go back, and to face
reality would be life's biggest challenge!!
your mind doesn’t get a chance to wander. Then the time comes when you’re with
yourself...the nights...the dreams...the insomnia. You introspect, “did I go
wrong somewhere?”, “what happened?” and we emotional fools may also wonder “why
me?!” A zillion nights pass like this, the introspection...the dreamless sleep
or the sleepless dreams. Somewhere the remnants of hope, of dreams dreamt
together, of dreams dreamt alone, come back to haunt you, but they are better
left untouched, coz the skeletons in your closets may not go back, and to face
reality would be life's biggest challenge!!
I’m at work, as bored as my tuition kids are when I lecture them on completing their work on time :). Aaah...the feeling of watching children switch off the moment they know that u are going to lecture them; I’m in training for motherhood it seems.
So let me introduce myself. I’m 23 years old and a graduate in psychology. I’m currently pursuing my masters in psychology and working at the same time. I work as an academic editor, and though it’s a wonderful job that I enjoy very much, it is very very mind effing. Along with this seemingly crazy schedule, I tutor two 12-yr-olds who are each cute in their own way and can also get on my nerves pretty soon. God has also gifted me with a voice, which I am currently in the process of honing by attending Hindustani classical vocal classes at the institute near my house. Interestingly, despite my hectic schedule I don’t seem to be losing any weight, so I have joined a gym. Phew...
My living conditions involve living in a flat with one of my closest friends from my hostel, and we have a gala time—despite her not being there most of the time. But life is still fun and six months have passed so quickly that I haven’t even realized where they have gone. But I feel fulfilled, I feel useful and busy, despite my daily lamenting on how much work I have pending or how tired I am.
Hmmm…so what have I accomplished so far? Independence, responsibilities, patience, traveling fatigue :), tolerance, alertness for any kind of situation, confidence in dealing with emergencies, confidence in dealing with any kind of person, assertiveness (which is slowly, yet steadily winning the race), still no control over my temper and crazy mood swings (scorpion tendencies u see!!), more value for money and an equal amount of guilt over spending it, pride—at supporting myself, monetarily, emotionally. Hmmm…that seems to be about it.
So let me introduce myself. I’m 23 years old and a graduate in psychology. I’m currently pursuing my masters in psychology and working at the same time. I work as an academic editor, and though it’s a wonderful job that I enjoy very much, it is very very mind effing. Along with this seemingly crazy schedule, I tutor two 12-yr-olds who are each cute in their own way and can also get on my nerves pretty soon. God has also gifted me with a voice, which I am currently in the process of honing by attending Hindustani classical vocal classes at the institute near my house. Interestingly, despite my hectic schedule I don’t seem to be losing any weight, so I have joined a gym. Phew...
My living conditions involve living in a flat with one of my closest friends from my hostel, and we have a gala time—despite her not being there most of the time. But life is still fun and six months have passed so quickly that I haven’t even realized where they have gone. But I feel fulfilled, I feel useful and busy, despite my daily lamenting on how much work I have pending or how tired I am.
Hmmm…so what have I accomplished so far? Independence, responsibilities, patience, traveling fatigue :), tolerance, alertness for any kind of situation, confidence in dealing with emergencies, confidence in dealing with any kind of person, assertiveness (which is slowly, yet steadily winning the race), still no control over my temper and crazy mood swings (scorpion tendencies u see!!), more value for money and an equal amount of guilt over spending it, pride—at supporting myself, monetarily, emotionally. Hmmm…that seems to be about it.
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