We men usually don't bother much about wardrobe malfunction, partly cause there's not much that could malfunction and mostly cause we don't give a fuck. It is more of a lucky incident that we look forward to while watching FTV. (oh come on! don't judge! you girls know we watch it and guys you bloody not disagree to that fact!) There's though one malfunction that creeps me out and that's when my zip betrays me or I forget to zip up. You'd think 29 years of zipping up and down would take care of such incidents. Bull!
The other day I was sitting in a car which had a seat-belt alarm and that's when it struck me. Pants should come with these alarms. If your waist hook/button is done and you are not zipped up, there's a small beep to give you a friendly reminder that, "Dude! Izzat khatre mein hai!" I think it'll save many an embarrassing moment for many men.
It actually is embarrassing not only for the poor victim but also the first one who notices it and doesn't know how to inform the poor bloke. He then informs his neighbor about the latest calamity and hopes that somehow he would step up and inform. Soon everyone except the poor dude knows about it :P
A couple of incidents that happened to me which I still remember are once in school and once in my last office. I remember it was sometime during my 9th grade. I think it was Himika and myself who had gone to CBD Belapur to collect some award for some art competition we had participated in. There must have been a couple of more people with us. I loved winning competitions but hated going up to the stage. I was panicking as usual when I suddenly realized that my zip had zapped :P My panic level just climbed a couple of notches. I really wasn't sure what to do. Hoping that Himika would have a safety pin (I had a presumption back then that all girls carried safety pins with them. I know its stupid). Well told her my precarious situation but unfortunately she had none. Luckily it was the day we wore our House T-Shirts. And luckier was the fact that my T-shirt was a lot longer than usual. So with my T-Shirt out and the zip undone, I went and collected my award. I think that was the most nervous I had ever been onstage and Himika was very amused all throughout :P
The second was in my last company. I think it was probably sometime in the first week. I was supposed to meet the Chairman of the company. I was a little preoccupied since I had just joined and there were a lot of stuff running through my head. I had just visited the washroom and had come back and entered to see the Chairman. I am introduced to him and we talk for a while. Everyone was basically standing while he went around talking to everyone. One of my colleagues, slid beside me and said, "Ahem! Your zips open!" I think I must have bent some Time-Space continuum that day, cause my reaction time was phenomenal :P The thought that crossed my mind was, "Shit! I just introduced myself to the Chairman with my zip down. That must have made an impression he'll remember for sometime to come." Fortunately I never came to know whether he had noticed and its a mystery I am glad I do not know.
Its embarrassing. Really embarrassing and men really ought to do something about it. I do not recommend an auto-zipper cause men know how disastrous it can be. Every boy during his childhood have atleast once faced the zip-monster, where the zip-monster zipped more than it ought to leading to a lot of pain and tears :P
It would turn out to be more of an auto-circumsizer. So a friendly beep would be more advisable.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Bijoya Dashami Sammelani
I know its a little early to say but I think I am free now. I feel at peace. That miserable feeling that had been haunting me last weekend is gone now and I feel a lot lighter now. :)
Had a good time today at the dance class. Though I am not too happy with the number of steps that we have done so far. He is concentrating on the form now but there should have been more steps. Samba is killing me and so is Jive. Rhumba and Cha-Cha-Cha, I can handle. I am just waiting for Paso Doble but from what I have seen in Youtube videos, its not going to be something easy. I probably just need to practice more.
We had our ritual Bijoya Dashami Sammelani today. I went there with the notion that I would be getting bored but I actually ended up having a lot of fun. Played a lot of Truth and Dare and apart from some of the stupid questions that the IPad game was throwing at us, it was quite a interesting time. I had a lot of water poured on me, Tooth-paste rubbed all over my face, had to wear a hair-band and do the Macarena :P After food, we went out on a hunt for ice-cream and ended up filling the Seawoods' Swirl shop at around 12:30 pm.
I just downloaded Linkin Park's latest album "A Thousand Suns". A lot of people tell me that all their albums sound same but I don't think that's true. They have grown with each album of theirs. Their music has a lot of anger in it, a lot of heart. The earlier albums - Hybrid Theory and Meteora was mostly related to personal problems and feelings. Anyone who has heard LP and loves their songs how Meteora can zap you out of your misery. That album has this super power to energize you. At the end of it, no matter how down you are, you tend to get into that "Fuck You! Bhaad mein jao! It's my life and I am living it!" mood. Its an awesome mood :) Meteora has helped me a lot through alot of times.
Minutes to Midnight changed and I think they realized that personal problems are trivial compared to all the shit that's going around in the world. So they focused their anger towards the world's trouble. A Thousand Suns follows that and goes full on! I still need to hear it a few more times before forming an opinion but I like what I have heard so far.
I think they have figured out how our personal problems seem so petty when looked from the bigger perspective. With the kind of misery that's going on, where people don't have the right to live/exist, right to food and clean water, I guess a little misunderstanding, a failed exam, a heartbreak seem nothing more than a little sorrow talk. But for everyone of us, these seem the most painful, the most pressing matters and the bigger problems don't seem to bother us, bother me, simply because I cannot empathize with the people who go through such difficult lives. For me the reason for existence is a question, while for some the reason for existence is a privilege.
Had a good time today at the dance class. Though I am not too happy with the number of steps that we have done so far. He is concentrating on the form now but there should have been more steps. Samba is killing me and so is Jive. Rhumba and Cha-Cha-Cha, I can handle. I am just waiting for Paso Doble but from what I have seen in Youtube videos, its not going to be something easy. I probably just need to practice more.
We had our ritual Bijoya Dashami Sammelani today. I went there with the notion that I would be getting bored but I actually ended up having a lot of fun. Played a lot of Truth and Dare and apart from some of the stupid questions that the IPad game was throwing at us, it was quite a interesting time. I had a lot of water poured on me, Tooth-paste rubbed all over my face, had to wear a hair-band and do the Macarena :P After food, we went out on a hunt for ice-cream and ended up filling the Seawoods' Swirl shop at around 12:30 pm.
I just downloaded Linkin Park's latest album "A Thousand Suns". A lot of people tell me that all their albums sound same but I don't think that's true. They have grown with each album of theirs. Their music has a lot of anger in it, a lot of heart. The earlier albums - Hybrid Theory and Meteora was mostly related to personal problems and feelings. Anyone who has heard LP and loves their songs how Meteora can zap you out of your misery. That album has this super power to energize you. At the end of it, no matter how down you are, you tend to get into that "Fuck You! Bhaad mein jao! It's my life and I am living it!" mood. Its an awesome mood :) Meteora has helped me a lot through alot of times.
Minutes to Midnight changed and I think they realized that personal problems are trivial compared to all the shit that's going around in the world. So they focused their anger towards the world's trouble. A Thousand Suns follows that and goes full on! I still need to hear it a few more times before forming an opinion but I like what I have heard so far.
I think they have figured out how our personal problems seem so petty when looked from the bigger perspective. With the kind of misery that's going on, where people don't have the right to live/exist, right to food and clean water, I guess a little misunderstanding, a failed exam, a heartbreak seem nothing more than a little sorrow talk. But for everyone of us, these seem the most painful, the most pressing matters and the bigger problems don't seem to bother us, bother me, simply because I cannot empathize with the people who go through such difficult lives. For me the reason for existence is a question, while for some the reason for existence is a privilege.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
BaZINGA!!
I have always believed that there is a higher power, someone who is watching over us, witnessing everything that we do, hearing everything that we think, the good thoughts, the bad ones and at times the gross ones. And whatever little doubt I have had about the existence of a HP ( not to be confused with Harry Potter ) has washed away thanks to the various experiences in my life. And I say so because no way can a person's life be an unending series of Punk'd episodes (The one that they show on VH1 hosted by Ashton Kutcher). It is as if HP is seriously pissed off with me and he mysteriously guides me or presents me with lucrative ways to innocently walk into one of his practical jokes. I must have done something seriously bad to him during my tenure upstairs. Here's an excerpt of a conversation I had recently with him,
Anyways the bus came and I was about to board, when the conductor announced that the 5:45 pm and 6:00 pm buses had been combined. I didn't really bother about it and I got in. Went and sat in my place ( I have started taking aisle seats, a friend explained that girls always go for window seats, so the chances of a girl sitting at an aisle seat while I sat at the window was next to impossible). I was amused to see that the seat beside me was empty. The thought struck me once but a quick refresh of my past lucky incidents returned a NULL pointer and I realized that she was no way coming and sitting beside me.
I had just settled in when I suddenly see her enter the bus and looking through the seat numbers. She came and stood next to me. I think I had turned a slight shade of purple as a result of holding my breath for so long. She checked the numbers on the luggage compartment and turned around. Down went my hopes her sitting beside me. Well due to strange events it turned out that she had bought herself a window seat but she was in the 6:00 pm bus while some other girl had already bought the same seat for the 5:45 pm bus and had boarded at the starting point. So her seat was occupied and she had to take the aisle seat. Which basically meant that the aisle was the only thing separating us (the next best thing to her sitting beside me). I said a tiny "Thank You" to HP, smiled to myself and started listening to John Mayer.
I had a very happy trip till the Lonavla Food Plaza. Checked her out some more ( maybe I should have notched up the staring a bit more, to make it obvious to her that she was being watched ). But before I go ahead, here's a little side story. During my last trip back, I saw a girl from school in the bus. I don't think I ever spoke to her inspite of the fact that she was in the same class as me. Just knew her by face. She hasn't changed much since then. I wasn't really too interested in striking up a conversation firstly because I didn't think she would recognize me and mostly because I didn't want to. Well I saw her again today at the food plaza. It obviously means that she too, like me, comes back every weekend. Anyways, I decided that I had loitered enough and now needed to get back and enjoy the last hour of seeing the cute girl before she was lost forever. I got in and looked towards her seat to spot her and got a tiny heart attack. She wasn't there and instead sat the girl from my class. I don't know which hit me first, me saying "What the Fuck!?" or a resonating "BAZINGA!" Apparently the girl who had previously occupied CG's (Cute Girl) seat was her! During the break, they had decided to switch!
I went to my seat, sat down and just couldn't stop laughing at myself. HP had played a cruel, cruel joke on me! If Higher Powers use messengers among themselves, his message to all would have been "rotflmao" It just reconfirmed my faith that HP exists and he is out to screw my case. HP is a sadist and he better watch out cause he is going to be in some serious shit once I go back.
A similar incident happened to me today while returning from Pune. I always take the evening bus from Pune on Fridays such that I reach home by 9:30 pm - 10:00 pm. Now today, being a Friday just before Diwali, there was a lot of rush with a lot of people going home for the Diwali break. As usual the bus was late (it always is, except for the one time that it reached on time and I missed it) and I was wondering what to do while I waited. I needed to pee too. Now unfortunately like most Indian guys I cannot just stand at street corners and go about doing my job. So after looking around I finally found a loo. It cost me 56 bucks to pee. Went into a CCD and got myself a cappuccino ( the main motive was obviously something else :P ). I got back and was generally checking out the crowd when I realized that a super cute girl was checking me out. I immediately puffed my chest, pulled my stomach in and stood at an optimum angle (I call it the angle of fat reduction). Its mostly an optical illusion :P Anyways just to make sure that she indeed was checking me out, I returned the favour and checked her out. Yup, she was! Our eyes met a couple of times but as I am an extremely "chooza" type of a guy, I quickly made sure that I didn't look at her again. While all the while, I was calculating the probability of her sitting beside me in the bus. To tell you the truth, the odds were against me. The chance that she was in the same bus as me was by itself very slim.Me: U r kidding me right?God: No! This is all happening. You can finally have your way.... Long Pause...Me: God damn it! Why u....!God: (smirk) BAZINGA!
Anyways the bus came and I was about to board, when the conductor announced that the 5:45 pm and 6:00 pm buses had been combined. I didn't really bother about it and I got in. Went and sat in my place ( I have started taking aisle seats, a friend explained that girls always go for window seats, so the chances of a girl sitting at an aisle seat while I sat at the window was next to impossible). I was amused to see that the seat beside me was empty. The thought struck me once but a quick refresh of my past lucky incidents returned a NULL pointer and I realized that she was no way coming and sitting beside me.
I had just settled in when I suddenly see her enter the bus and looking through the seat numbers. She came and stood next to me. I think I had turned a slight shade of purple as a result of holding my breath for so long. She checked the numbers on the luggage compartment and turned around. Down went my hopes her sitting beside me. Well due to strange events it turned out that she had bought herself a window seat but she was in the 6:00 pm bus while some other girl had already bought the same seat for the 5:45 pm bus and had boarded at the starting point. So her seat was occupied and she had to take the aisle seat. Which basically meant that the aisle was the only thing separating us (the next best thing to her sitting beside me). I said a tiny "Thank You" to HP, smiled to myself and started listening to John Mayer.
I had a very happy trip till the Lonavla Food Plaza. Checked her out some more ( maybe I should have notched up the staring a bit more, to make it obvious to her that she was being watched ). But before I go ahead, here's a little side story. During my last trip back, I saw a girl from school in the bus. I don't think I ever spoke to her inspite of the fact that she was in the same class as me. Just knew her by face. She hasn't changed much since then. I wasn't really too interested in striking up a conversation firstly because I didn't think she would recognize me and mostly because I didn't want to. Well I saw her again today at the food plaza. It obviously means that she too, like me, comes back every weekend. Anyways, I decided that I had loitered enough and now needed to get back and enjoy the last hour of seeing the cute girl before she was lost forever. I got in and looked towards her seat to spot her and got a tiny heart attack. She wasn't there and instead sat the girl from my class. I don't know which hit me first, me saying "What the Fuck!?" or a resonating "BAZINGA!" Apparently the girl who had previously occupied CG's (Cute Girl) seat was her! During the break, they had decided to switch!
I went to my seat, sat down and just couldn't stop laughing at myself. HP had played a cruel, cruel joke on me! If Higher Powers use messengers among themselves, his message to all would have been "rotflmao" It just reconfirmed my faith that HP exists and he is out to screw my case. HP is a sadist and he better watch out cause he is going to be in some serious shit once I go back.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Lucky Charm
** Beware! A really Long post!**
Back home for the weekend. I am usually back before I know I am gone. If I look at it, I spend 3 nights in Bombay, while 4 in Pune. Not a bad ratio at all but the problem is that as a result of this I am not really able to settle in one place. Its like I am always on the move, half my stuff in one place while the rest in the other. I need to fix it but maybe after sometime. Once my folks get a little used to not living with me around.
Have finally started playing badminton regularly at work. Dunno how long it will work out. I guess I am happy as long as I am not shifted to some other office. The current group has become pretty comfortable. All the guys are fun and peaceful.
My folks are suddenly shaken and stirred about getting me hitched. With my cousin's marriage coming up next month, I think they are suddenly under pressure. And the fact that my cousin's a couple of days younger than me doesn't really support my cause. :( I never knew my marriage would become such an issue. A few of my aunties feel that my marriage is partially responsible for my Mom's high sugar levels. Go figure! I remember about a couple of years back, they suddenly got all excited about my marriage. The endless ritual of them looking up photos, me rejecting, they screaming, me screaming, they promising never to look for another girl, they forgetting the promise the very next day and the whole cycle repeating again.
I was pretty surprised at their intensity of wanting to get me married. I know them and it was not just the standard concern about their son's marriage, their was something more to it. I figured the mystery out as an accidental side-effect of my visit to an astrologer. Why I went to see one is a totally different story for another occasion. I found out that according to my charts, my luck is supposed to brighten after marriage. Ya I know! I, too, had a smile on my face, not one of "what-the-fuck?" look but "I-have-always-known-that" look. I shall explain myself later. My mother knew about this little trivia cause she believes in astrologers and she had consulted a few and I think all of them pointed this thing out to her. All this got her all hyperactive about my marriage.
Once I found out the problem, I was able to explain things a little more logically to her. Something that calmed her and also brought a miniscule amount of peace in my life. The problem with astrologers is that at times they just say things that they interpret. They really don't try and explain it. I have for quite sometime realized and believed that I am at my best when I am in love. It gets me high, excited and active about life. I am a pretty creative guy and do what I love doing. Inspiration drives me and fortunately or unfortunately love inspires me. I am by myself pretty satisfied with life as it is but they say satisfied people never grow. But when in love, my partner (and in some cases potential partner) inspires me to do things that I would not do for myself but for her. And the best part is, so far none of them have had to do much to inspire me. Their mere existence did the trick for me. I realized long back that a stable relationship is my lucky charm, a horse shoe, a four leaved clover or whatever it is that you may want to call it. So when I heard about my luck changing after marriage, I wasn't surprised at all. I always knew that I would do a lot of stuff to make my partner happy and make our lives better. I don't know if its called change of luck but it definitely means growth. But all this depends on the fact that I need to be in love. Its not about marriage but its about love. And that's what I explained to my mom. I told her that the marriage will not change my luck, its the girl who will. So its necessary that I marry the girl I love (or love the girl I marry, though I don't know if I should risk 2 lives for that scenario to work out).
It wasn't an easy conclusion to come to but I have analysed it and I know it works. At a point, I felt that this would mean that my life would depend a lot on how my partner turns out to be. I know I would be handing out a lot of control but then thats me. I know it. I could either deal with it or live in a state of denial. I chose the former.
I was very small when I had my first crush and she helped me learn the most important lesson in life. She was the reason that I got through my "I-Hate-Girls!" phase and also realized that girls did not exist only to harass guys and were not icky. :P
I was in school when I first fell in love. She taught me what it felt to be in love and how good it was to have someone around. My attendance in school improved thanks to her existence and so did my grades.
The next girl I fell in love taught me a lot of things. Taught me that its very difficult for a guy/gal to be best friends when hints of attraction creep in. I learnt from my relationship with her that at times even though everything you imagine seems perfect and they seem meant to be, they don't. And at times, no matter how much you try to fix things, some problems are not yours to fix. And that no matter how long you wait for things to change, somethings will never change when they need to.
The next relationship was a rocky one. She taught me some of the not so rosy things in life. Never really got into the love phase with her but I learnt never to go against my gut feelings. I also learnt that relationships cannot work without communication and the more you suppress the worse is the explosion at the end. Also learnt that a little positive change in people's lives can change them a lot. Most important thing I figured was that its the only life you have. Do not take shit from no one.
I think I really understood what it means to be in love with the last girl. She changed my life and sort of launched it to a different orbit. Ironically she had no clue about it or failed to understand. I learnt to control my anger, appreciated the power of open communication and the need to be more responsible. Her existence inspired me to do a lot of creative stuff and for a while I understood what it meant to love unconditionally. She made me want to challenge myself. Really was a phenomenal period.
All my relationships taught me various things about life and myself and each one of them gave me a nudge into becoming who I am today. And by what I hear, they have done a decent job on me :)
Back home for the weekend. I am usually back before I know I am gone. If I look at it, I spend 3 nights in Bombay, while 4 in Pune. Not a bad ratio at all but the problem is that as a result of this I am not really able to settle in one place. Its like I am always on the move, half my stuff in one place while the rest in the other. I need to fix it but maybe after sometime. Once my folks get a little used to not living with me around.
Have finally started playing badminton regularly at work. Dunno how long it will work out. I guess I am happy as long as I am not shifted to some other office. The current group has become pretty comfortable. All the guys are fun and peaceful.
My folks are suddenly shaken and stirred about getting me hitched. With my cousin's marriage coming up next month, I think they are suddenly under pressure. And the fact that my cousin's a couple of days younger than me doesn't really support my cause. :( I never knew my marriage would become such an issue. A few of my aunties feel that my marriage is partially responsible for my Mom's high sugar levels. Go figure! I remember about a couple of years back, they suddenly got all excited about my marriage. The endless ritual of them looking up photos, me rejecting, they screaming, me screaming, they promising never to look for another girl, they forgetting the promise the very next day and the whole cycle repeating again.
I was pretty surprised at their intensity of wanting to get me married. I know them and it was not just the standard concern about their son's marriage, their was something more to it. I figured the mystery out as an accidental side-effect of my visit to an astrologer. Why I went to see one is a totally different story for another occasion. I found out that according to my charts, my luck is supposed to brighten after marriage. Ya I know! I, too, had a smile on my face, not one of "what-the-fuck?" look but "I-have-always-known-that" look. I shall explain myself later. My mother knew about this little trivia cause she believes in astrologers and she had consulted a few and I think all of them pointed this thing out to her. All this got her all hyperactive about my marriage.
Once I found out the problem, I was able to explain things a little more logically to her. Something that calmed her and also brought a miniscule amount of peace in my life. The problem with astrologers is that at times they just say things that they interpret. They really don't try and explain it. I have for quite sometime realized and believed that I am at my best when I am in love. It gets me high, excited and active about life. I am a pretty creative guy and do what I love doing. Inspiration drives me and fortunately or unfortunately love inspires me. I am by myself pretty satisfied with life as it is but they say satisfied people never grow. But when in love, my partner (and in some cases potential partner) inspires me to do things that I would not do for myself but for her. And the best part is, so far none of them have had to do much to inspire me. Their mere existence did the trick for me. I realized long back that a stable relationship is my lucky charm, a horse shoe, a four leaved clover or whatever it is that you may want to call it. So when I heard about my luck changing after marriage, I wasn't surprised at all. I always knew that I would do a lot of stuff to make my partner happy and make our lives better. I don't know if its called change of luck but it definitely means growth. But all this depends on the fact that I need to be in love. Its not about marriage but its about love. And that's what I explained to my mom. I told her that the marriage will not change my luck, its the girl who will. So its necessary that I marry the girl I love (or love the girl I marry, though I don't know if I should risk 2 lives for that scenario to work out).
It wasn't an easy conclusion to come to but I have analysed it and I know it works. At a point, I felt that this would mean that my life would depend a lot on how my partner turns out to be. I know I would be handing out a lot of control but then thats me. I know it. I could either deal with it or live in a state of denial. I chose the former.
I was very small when I had my first crush and she helped me learn the most important lesson in life. She was the reason that I got through my "I-Hate-Girls!" phase and also realized that girls did not exist only to harass guys and were not icky. :P
I was in school when I first fell in love. She taught me what it felt to be in love and how good it was to have someone around. My attendance in school improved thanks to her existence and so did my grades.
The next girl I fell in love taught me a lot of things. Taught me that its very difficult for a guy/gal to be best friends when hints of attraction creep in. I learnt from my relationship with her that at times even though everything you imagine seems perfect and they seem meant to be, they don't. And at times, no matter how much you try to fix things, some problems are not yours to fix. And that no matter how long you wait for things to change, somethings will never change when they need to.
The next relationship was a rocky one. She taught me some of the not so rosy things in life. Never really got into the love phase with her but I learnt never to go against my gut feelings. I also learnt that relationships cannot work without communication and the more you suppress the worse is the explosion at the end. Also learnt that a little positive change in people's lives can change them a lot. Most important thing I figured was that its the only life you have. Do not take shit from no one.
I think I really understood what it means to be in love with the last girl. She changed my life and sort of launched it to a different orbit. Ironically she had no clue about it or failed to understand. I learnt to control my anger, appreciated the power of open communication and the need to be more responsible. Her existence inspired me to do a lot of creative stuff and for a while I understood what it meant to love unconditionally. She made me want to challenge myself. Really was a phenomenal period.
All my relationships taught me various things about life and myself and each one of them gave me a nudge into becoming who I am today. And by what I hear, they have done a decent job on me :)
Monday, October 18, 2010
Durga Puja
My blogging has really taken a hit since my move to Pune. I have realized blogging is more of a habit rather than the will to write. In fact, as far as I am concerned, even the matter doesn't matter. (Lol that's a funny way to put it) I mean there have been days when I had diddly squat to write about but I still forced myself to write. That sort of kept me in the habit. But now that I have a lot more to write about I just am not getting the push to put it all down. Anyways, here's an attempt to sum things up so far.
The 3 phases of Durga Puja: anticipated arrival,a rocking celebration and the inevitable sad ending all happened but with slight toned down enthusiasm. A myriad of reasons such as being away from home, mom's health not totally fine, the lack of my usual durga puja junta and a few more which I would not like to get in right now. But I did try and enjoy it as much as I could. I tried my best not to picket against the idea of going to the pandal for bhog in the heat and more or less went around with my folks without any crib or tantrum.
Food and sight were as usual awesome, though I tried to keep my tongue in control (all puns intended :P). Did eat a lot, viz. Chicken Moghlai, Fish Fry, Fish/Mutton/Egg/Veg/Prawn Chop, Chinese, Biryani, Egg-Chicken Roll etc. Seriously, nothing beats Kala-khata gola at 12 in the night.
In brief here are the things that I enjoyed this Puja, being able to spend it with my folks, food, catching up with a lot of people, Monali and her junta's awesome dance drama, Soumita and her husband Soumit's company, many sights of beautiful bong girls :) and for a change a very well managed parking system at the Pandal!
The things that I really missed are spending time with a few of my regular junta, Mazumdar family, few of my bong friends whom I meet every Puja, watching my Mom eat a lot of sweets, jhelofying my dad's crib about how unfair it is that he should be dragged to eat bhog in the hot afternoon (this time we let him stay back home and watch TV), Andy, Sandy and myself being mesmerized by the "Dhunuchi naach".
Last Durga Puja brought with it a new beginning for me, a naive hope that something different would happen. Something that hadn't before. It had a very promising start and that hope has changed me a lot in the past one year, changing and reforming me in ways that have surprised me and a few of my friends. But though I wish, by this Durga Puja I would have achieved what I had envisioned last year, things have turned out different. I could call it the end but then every end brings with it a new beginning. Some circle of life funda I guess. I would like to believe that there is still hope for me based on the assumption that I have been true to myself and followed my heart. And though at times I look back and a feeling of breathlessness grips me, the memories bring a smile. And though it is difficult not to miss what you dreamt of, I guess its better to be happy that one has had the opportunity to live those moments rather than be sad about the fact that one lacks them. Chaos is apparently the central theme of life, order being just an illusion. And though you try to zoom out and get a bigger picture of what's happening, you soon realize that the puzzle that you thought you were about to solve because you had found all the pieces, is actually just a piece of a bigger puzzle. And then you also have to take care of those pieces which just refuse to fit in no matter how hard you try and finally realize that you were actually trying to fit a wrong piece into a wrong slot. That I think is enlightenment. C'est La Vie!
The 3 phases of Durga Puja: anticipated arrival,a rocking celebration and the inevitable sad ending all happened but with slight toned down enthusiasm. A myriad of reasons such as being away from home, mom's health not totally fine, the lack of my usual durga puja junta and a few more which I would not like to get in right now. But I did try and enjoy it as much as I could. I tried my best not to picket against the idea of going to the pandal for bhog in the heat and more or less went around with my folks without any crib or tantrum.
Food and sight were as usual awesome, though I tried to keep my tongue in control (all puns intended :P). Did eat a lot, viz. Chicken Moghlai, Fish Fry, Fish/Mutton/Egg/Veg/Prawn Chop, Chinese, Biryani, Egg-Chicken Roll etc. Seriously, nothing beats Kala-khata gola at 12 in the night.
In brief here are the things that I enjoyed this Puja, being able to spend it with my folks, food, catching up with a lot of people, Monali and her junta's awesome dance drama, Soumita and her husband Soumit's company, many sights of beautiful bong girls :) and for a change a very well managed parking system at the Pandal!
The things that I really missed are spending time with a few of my regular junta, Mazumdar family, few of my bong friends whom I meet every Puja, watching my Mom eat a lot of sweets, jhelofying my dad's crib about how unfair it is that he should be dragged to eat bhog in the hot afternoon (this time we let him stay back home and watch TV), Andy, Sandy and myself being mesmerized by the "Dhunuchi naach".
Last Durga Puja brought with it a new beginning for me, a naive hope that something different would happen. Something that hadn't before. It had a very promising start and that hope has changed me a lot in the past one year, changing and reforming me in ways that have surprised me and a few of my friends. But though I wish, by this Durga Puja I would have achieved what I had envisioned last year, things have turned out different. I could call it the end but then every end brings with it a new beginning. Some circle of life funda I guess. I would like to believe that there is still hope for me based on the assumption that I have been true to myself and followed my heart. And though at times I look back and a feeling of breathlessness grips me, the memories bring a smile. And though it is difficult not to miss what you dreamt of, I guess its better to be happy that one has had the opportunity to live those moments rather than be sad about the fact that one lacks them. Chaos is apparently the central theme of life, order being just an illusion. And though you try to zoom out and get a bigger picture of what's happening, you soon realize that the puzzle that you thought you were about to solve because you had found all the pieces, is actually just a piece of a bigger puzzle. And then you also have to take care of those pieces which just refuse to fit in no matter how hard you try and finally realize that you were actually trying to fit a wrong piece into a wrong slot. That I think is enlightenment. C'est La Vie!
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Ctrl+Alt+Del
I finally started gymming at work. In fact played badminton too. I really had an awesome time :) Gotto get myself a racquet and do it regularly. I need a vehicle too. Its getting more and more frustrating trying to arrange my life around office shuttles and Pune's public transport.
Work is good. Learning a lot of things, concentrating on the things that I had planned. Life is generally good :) No complaints whatsoever. One aspect sucks obviously but now I am used to it.
I have been following the "All is well" funda for almost a year now but realized that its not a good idea at times. So finally laid the facts out on the table and broke my illusion. The year has changed me, for the better I hope, at least that's what I think it has done to me. Was so sure about it this time, but God just did a Bazinga! with me. Lol!
I could always convince myself saying that I never knew what was good for me and all this was the only way for my guardian angel to protect me but I would be bullshitting myself. Wouldn't I?
Work is good. Learning a lot of things, concentrating on the things that I had planned. Life is generally good :) No complaints whatsoever. One aspect sucks obviously but now I am used to it.
I have been following the "All is well" funda for almost a year now but realized that its not a good idea at times. So finally laid the facts out on the table and broke my illusion. The year has changed me, for the better I hope, at least that's what I think it has done to me. Was so sure about it this time, but God just did a Bazinga! with me. Lol!
I could always convince myself saying that I never knew what was good for me and all this was the only way for my guardian angel to protect me but I would be bullshitting myself. Wouldn't I?
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