For the last couple of years the disintegration of our environment has been bothering me.I feel scared when i think about how we have been misusing our natural resources , and though they have the ability to replenish themselves, the indiscriminate use of natural resources and no active partcipation in our parts have left us facing a very dark future cause we have not given nature enough time or resources to work on her wonders.She is like a marathon runner on the last leg of her journey running uphill without enough nutrition in her and riddled with diseases.She will collapse and the signs are everywhere, its just a matter of time.We are facing a future where floods and then drought is imminent.A future where everybody will suffer from allergies or will be prone to asthma, cause the air we breathe will take its toll once inside our bodies.We will wonder at beaches as they shrink in size as the icebergs melt and the sea levels rise.Newer and tougher breeds of germs will leave us baffled as we face diseases we had never known before.
And mind you we will see this in our life time.There is no hiding behind the fact any more that I will not be there when all of this happens nor is it a good enough excuse.We have savoured all of Nature's bounties and squandered them as well.Now it is time to pay for it.We don't leave without paying for the food and service we had at a restaurant ,do we? Then why so in this particular case?
There are some very simple things that we can do to stretch our beautiful time on this wonderful planet.
Lets make a note to
1. Switch off electrical apliances when not in use.We can go a step further and pull the wire out of the socket and see a remarkable change in the bill.The philosophy here is " a penny saved is a penny earned". We save units of electricity now to use later and minimize the pressure to generate more.
2.Turn off the tap when we do not need it.Running water looks and sounds good when there is a river or stream in question.Water running down the tap shows how heartless and callous we are when we know there are people who have to buy packaged water cause they do not have palatable water or people have to drink the unpalatable water cause they do not have the means to get proper drinking waterr.Worse still ,people do not have access to drinking water at all.Women in Rajasthan have to walk for miles to fill a meagre pitcher of water, not palatable not clean , a meagre pitcher of water.
3.Say no to Plastic carry bags.Do we really need all those plastic carry bags? Can we realy not do without them? And are the fruits and vegetables that come in direct contact with them not getting contaminated with chemicals and dyes? I belive spending a little amount of money and investing in a jute or clothes bag which is beautiful, hardy and eco-friendly can serve the purpose as well.All we need to do is say no to the nice lady at the counter when she ofers to put our things into the bag.
4.Remember that the same goes for paper bags.Yes they are biodegradable and are not treated with harsh chemicals but what about the numerous trees that will have to be cut to be made into paper cause you dont want to carry plastics anymore.Lets get ourselves a pretty basket or jute bag , we can help save the environment and boost a cottage industry as well.
Lets us help ourselves keep this planet as beautiful as is intended by Nature.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Thursday, November 30, 2006
My contribution to the foibles of human heart
I think that it should be kept to chance and coincidence to unravel the idiosyncrasies of people around us.Where is the fun if you dont stumble onto it innocently and then cannot stop yourself from pursing your lips or having trouble closing your wide open mouth or trying to control your laugh. And what about that sly smile at the corner of the lips everytime you remember it.
Enough said, here is my contribution to the ever growing list.
1. Whenever I have a rash or throat-ache , I always believe that I will be stuck with it for the rest of my life and no amount of medicine can save me. Its not the same with flu or cough or cold, them I don't fear. But if I have a rash or swelling I make life hell for myself by believeing that I am doomed and also of the people around me by asking them again and again ,"You believe it will go away?Are you sure about it? Have you ever seen anybody get cured"? Don't laugh, you have no idea how I suffer during those days.
2. I start running a temperature if somebody shouts at me without any apparent reason. Not always though. Generally I do all the normal stuff like crying and shouting and sulking. And then, there are these instances where I believe that I am being wronged , at these situations I go very quiet not believing that this is happening with me and my despair ,agitation and everything manifests itself in a fever.
3. I have a thing for shoes. I never seem to have enough.I always want another one.I lust for a pair for months and then when I finally get one I am undoubtedly very happy but somewhere in my heart I feel a pull that I won't be able to buy another one for the next few months.But within the next few weeks I convince myself that I need another pair. No, I dont have a lot many pairs of shoes. And I dont think I actually like buying many pairs , its just that I like craving for them.
4.I love Maggi hot and sweet tomato chilly sauce. Take note of the name. Its this single brand I want...chahiye hi chahiye. I have it with everything possible and most of the things people would consider impossible.But I like it.Its just that people cannot appreciate it so I have to sneak into the kitchen to put a dollop on my khichdi.Yeah right, go ahead and crinkle your nose I don't care and you don't know what you are missing.
5.I laugh hysterically when I am nervous and I am sure I look like a total idiot. Of course its very annoying for people who don't know this but well I dont control my nervousness or my laughter under these circumstances.There haven't been a lot many situations like these.But, I strongly believe that the crown of all the instances would go to the time when I told my dad about 'him' (my husband).I was very scared.It took me a lot of courage to go and stand before him and all I could tell him was that I had something to say and then I started giggling madly and ran out of the room, this happenned 4 or 5 times before I could utter a single word and
then it was back to the giggling and running out.I was so scared and I giggled harder with the added nervousness everytime I realized that my laugh must be going against me.It was like a fight against myself, and a losing one at that cause I was sure if the topic didn't get me in trouble(as if) the laugh would.
6.My refuge for the afternoon at my parent's place is this couch near their bed which can hardly accomodate me lying down.I don't know when I first discovered it but I have had all my best siestas there curled up in uncomfortable positions. Sometimes also sharing it with Genie and a warm blanket in wintry afternoons. If anybody wants to sit I try to make a little space for them too but no soft pillows can compare with the arm-rest and no comfy bed can compare with that couch. It is the ultimate thing for those naps. I believe the proximty with my parent's bed and the feeling of security with them just a few feet away has something to do with my finding bliss in that little corner.
All said and done I invite everybody who is interested to give us a sneak peek into their eccentricities.
Enough said, here is my contribution to the ever growing list.
1. Whenever I have a rash or throat-ache , I always believe that I will be stuck with it for the rest of my life and no amount of medicine can save me. Its not the same with flu or cough or cold, them I don't fear. But if I have a rash or swelling I make life hell for myself by believeing that I am doomed and also of the people around me by asking them again and again ,"You believe it will go away?Are you sure about it? Have you ever seen anybody get cured"? Don't laugh, you have no idea how I suffer during those days.
2. I start running a temperature if somebody shouts at me without any apparent reason. Not always though. Generally I do all the normal stuff like crying and shouting and sulking. And then, there are these instances where I believe that I am being wronged , at these situations I go very quiet not believing that this is happening with me and my despair ,agitation and everything manifests itself in a fever.
3. I have a thing for shoes. I never seem to have enough.I always want another one.I lust for a pair for months and then when I finally get one I am undoubtedly very happy but somewhere in my heart I feel a pull that I won't be able to buy another one for the next few months.But within the next few weeks I convince myself that I need another pair. No, I dont have a lot many pairs of shoes. And I dont think I actually like buying many pairs , its just that I like craving for them.
4.I love Maggi hot and sweet tomato chilly sauce. Take note of the name. Its this single brand I want...chahiye hi chahiye. I have it with everything possible and most of the things people would consider impossible.But I like it.Its just that people cannot appreciate it so I have to sneak into the kitchen to put a dollop on my khichdi.Yeah right, go ahead and crinkle your nose I don't care and you don't know what you are missing.
5.I laugh hysterically when I am nervous and I am sure I look like a total idiot. Of course its very annoying for people who don't know this but well I dont control my nervousness or my laughter under these circumstances.There haven't been a lot many situations like these.But, I strongly believe that the crown of all the instances would go to the time when I told my dad about 'him' (my husband).I was very scared.It took me a lot of courage to go and stand before him and all I could tell him was that I had something to say and then I started giggling madly and ran out of the room, this happenned 4 or 5 times before I could utter a single word and
then it was back to the giggling and running out.I was so scared and I giggled harder with the added nervousness everytime I realized that my laugh must be going against me.It was like a fight against myself, and a losing one at that cause I was sure if the topic didn't get me in trouble(as if) the laugh would.
6.My refuge for the afternoon at my parent's place is this couch near their bed which can hardly accomodate me lying down.I don't know when I first discovered it but I have had all my best siestas there curled up in uncomfortable positions. Sometimes also sharing it with Genie and a warm blanket in wintry afternoons. If anybody wants to sit I try to make a little space for them too but no soft pillows can compare with the arm-rest and no comfy bed can compare with that couch. It is the ultimate thing for those naps. I believe the proximty with my parent's bed and the feeling of security with them just a few feet away has something to do with my finding bliss in that little corner.
All said and done I invite everybody who is interested to give us a sneak peek into their eccentricities.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Sunday in San Francisco...
This was what they call, a long weekend, meaning 3 days off in a row.Monday was off because of Labor day and we planned to go and visit San Francisco on one of the days.Saturday passed off like any other and late at night we sat before the laptop googling maps of SFO and places to visit...We zeroed in on the places that we wanted to visit and could be managed in a single day. Since we haven't got a car of our own yet, it did need some planning.We went to bed, hoping for a bright and sunny day.
Sunday morning, the alarm rang at 6.45 a.m...I looked at it, turned it off and went back to sleep and got up at 8.30.So now we had half an hour to prepare everything and run to the BART stop. That was not to be.We were out by 10 and in San Francisco by 11 or so...Now starts the fun, we walked and walked. Initially we were walking in circles and then we had the good sense to follow that great big building visible in the skyline and reached the Transamerica Pyramid. It was built in 1972 and is 260 metres high. It is a sight to see, to crane your head to take in the height of the massive building. Then next on the list was Grace Cathedral (the pics will be updated later, when they arrive). It was a straight walk from where we were...the road seemed a bit steep, but we weren't deterred.So we started walking and after a mile or more on roads that were 40 degrees inclined we reached the cathedral...Okay, now I guess I need to say something about the Cathedral...well, it was nice as all of them are....but, we were so spent with the huffing and puffing that it did not appear to be of some extraordinary beauty, rather it seemed a very big price to pay for the effort we had put in.
From here we decided to start going downhill to the famous Fisherman's wharf, we went through Chinatown, where we went into a lot of shops, saw the price tags and I again scolded myself for not bringing more stuff from India. Here in US, things seem very unreasonably priced to me....and then do you really want to buy a not that great Tshirt for all those dollars when it says on the tag "Made in India".
We searched for a good place to eat while we discussed the fact that there is a Chinatown in perhaps all the big cities in the world. And while I looked around and found a lot of good places , they were all rejected...and why? Pat came the reply, " I don't want to put something into my mouth that will make me want to throw up." Hmmmmm.... point." I remembered the place and incident in question. Place Singapore and what we, or rather I had ordered was noodles with fish ball soup...YUCKkk..I went on with a lot of courage and effort but finally gave up and lunched modestly on the jam and toast he had ordered.
Anywhich ways, we couldn't find any other restaurants till we reached Fisherman's wharf...We were looking for an Indian place to eat so we knew what we were putting into our mouth...we found one and after looking at it from all the directions the one word I decided on was " spooky" and he decided on was " shady", so we kept on walking.
And then we knew we were there on the famous Wharf , the hustle bustle over there...the over powering smell of fish , the seagulls, the crowd, everything. It seemed a FUNDAY inspite of the otherwise gloomy weather. After roaming about for some more time we had lunch at a chinese place and I tell you it was good.So much so that I wouldn't mind going there again.
After lunch he got a hot coffee and I got an icecream and walking down the street we noticed a place where they rented out bikes(bicycles) to people to move around or cycle through the GoldenGate bridge. We came and sat by the beach enjoying the breeze , the sea, the people, the birds and feeling a little guilty in our hearts because his coffee was getting cold and my icecream was melting fast but alas, we were too full to dispose of them.
It is then we decided to try those bikes. We threw what was left of the coffee and the icecream in the bin and got ourselves two bikes. I got on a bike after perhaps a decade and wobbled and hobbled on the road to the delight or horror (whichever way they took it) of the passers by. And we biked along to the foot of the GoldenGate bridge. It was real fun. I got used to the cycle after scaring a lady and her two dogs and lots of credit goes to him for egging me on. No, we weren't able to go through the Golden Gate bridge we stopped near the mouth of it and rode back.We took lots of pics in between and sat wherever we saw something interesting going on whether it was kite flying or yatching.
We returned our bikes and after doing a final round of the wharf strated to head towards the BART again.. It was a long way back to the BART on the Embercadero by the piers but it was also beautiful. We reached home at 10.30 and after having dinner calculated that we had walked for around 9 and half miles and cycled for about 7 miles. I still dont believe I did that or was able to do that, but am always reminded of it because of all the sore muscles in my body.Walking all that distance and then cycling on a full stomach , that too after a gap of 10 years is not a very intelligent decision.But inspite of the soreness I have to say it was fun ,real fun and I hope the cramps go away before the next weekend. I do not want to miss on any of the madness that might come my way.
To HIM : A very big thankyou to you for being so cooperative all these days , for not minding when I said that I cannot do the Golden Gate bridge and for your faith in me that I could cycle again.For helping me out with the chores around the house because I cannot, for the dinner last night, I couldn't have cooked.And for all the little things you do with me at the back of your mind.THANK YOU.
Sunday morning, the alarm rang at 6.45 a.m...I looked at it, turned it off and went back to sleep and got up at 8.30.So now we had half an hour to prepare everything and run to the BART stop. That was not to be.We were out by 10 and in San Francisco by 11 or so...Now starts the fun, we walked and walked. Initially we were walking in circles and then we had the good sense to follow that great big building visible in the skyline and reached the Transamerica Pyramid. It was built in 1972 and is 260 metres high. It is a sight to see, to crane your head to take in the height of the massive building. Then next on the list was Grace Cathedral (the pics will be updated later, when they arrive). It was a straight walk from where we were...the road seemed a bit steep, but we weren't deterred.So we started walking and after a mile or more on roads that were 40 degrees inclined we reached the cathedral...Okay, now I guess I need to say something about the Cathedral...well, it was nice as all of them are....but, we were so spent with the huffing and puffing that it did not appear to be of some extraordinary beauty, rather it seemed a very big price to pay for the effort we had put in.
From here we decided to start going downhill to the famous Fisherman's wharf, we went through Chinatown, where we went into a lot of shops, saw the price tags and I again scolded myself for not bringing more stuff from India. Here in US, things seem very unreasonably priced to me....and then do you really want to buy a not that great Tshirt for all those dollars when it says on the tag "Made in India".
We searched for a good place to eat while we discussed the fact that there is a Chinatown in perhaps all the big cities in the world. And while I looked around and found a lot of good places , they were all rejected...and why? Pat came the reply, " I don't want to put something into my mouth that will make me want to throw up." Hmmmmm.... point." I remembered the place and incident in question. Place Singapore and what we, or rather I had ordered was noodles with fish ball soup...YUCKkk..I went on with a lot of courage and effort but finally gave up and lunched modestly on the jam and toast he had ordered.
Anywhich ways, we couldn't find any other restaurants till we reached Fisherman's wharf...We were looking for an Indian place to eat so we knew what we were putting into our mouth...we found one and after looking at it from all the directions the one word I decided on was " spooky" and he decided on was " shady", so we kept on walking.
And then we knew we were there on the famous Wharf , the hustle bustle over there...the over powering smell of fish , the seagulls, the crowd, everything. It seemed a FUNDAY inspite of the otherwise gloomy weather. After roaming about for some more time we had lunch at a chinese place and I tell you it was good.So much so that I wouldn't mind going there again.
After lunch he got a hot coffee and I got an icecream and walking down the street we noticed a place where they rented out bikes(bicycles) to people to move around or cycle through the GoldenGate bridge. We came and sat by the beach enjoying the breeze , the sea, the people, the birds and feeling a little guilty in our hearts because his coffee was getting cold and my icecream was melting fast but alas, we were too full to dispose of them.
It is then we decided to try those bikes. We threw what was left of the coffee and the icecream in the bin and got ourselves two bikes. I got on a bike after perhaps a decade and wobbled and hobbled on the road to the delight or horror (whichever way they took it) of the passers by. And we biked along to the foot of the GoldenGate bridge. It was real fun. I got used to the cycle after scaring a lady and her two dogs and lots of credit goes to him for egging me on. No, we weren't able to go through the Golden Gate bridge we stopped near the mouth of it and rode back.We took lots of pics in between and sat wherever we saw something interesting going on whether it was kite flying or yatching.
We returned our bikes and after doing a final round of the wharf strated to head towards the BART again.. It was a long way back to the BART on the Embercadero by the piers but it was also beautiful. We reached home at 10.30 and after having dinner calculated that we had walked for around 9 and half miles and cycled for about 7 miles. I still dont believe I did that or was able to do that, but am always reminded of it because of all the sore muscles in my body.Walking all that distance and then cycling on a full stomach , that too after a gap of 10 years is not a very intelligent decision.But inspite of the soreness I have to say it was fun ,real fun and I hope the cramps go away before the next weekend. I do not want to miss on any of the madness that might come my way.
To HIM : A very big thankyou to you for being so cooperative all these days , for not minding when I said that I cannot do the Golden Gate bridge and for your faith in me that I could cycle again.For helping me out with the chores around the house because I cannot, for the dinner last night, I couldn't have cooked.And for all the little things you do with me at the back of your mind.THANK YOU.
Friday, August 25, 2006
To want something badly enough
Sometimes it seems such an effort to get up and do something...even if the thing in question is something we want for ourselves...Maybe we do not want it badly enough...cause when the situation had arisen that I wanted something badly enough I had put my whole life and heart into it....had bend minds and rules to get it, did not have a moment when I was not thinking about it, did not rest a second till I got it ....where did that zeal go ..I agree the things in question now cannot be even remotely compared...but if so ,then ,surely a very little effort from that same strong willed person should be able to accompalish the task....have I become incapable of even that little effort...
Life will be very stagnant if that happens to be true and it will not be a life any more but a mere existence on this face of the earth.... I have to face my fears...do things that I fear, dislike, despise ( fancy names to fear and laziness). Maybe I should force myself to want it badly enough.
What can come of it? I will lose...that will be better than not trying and indulging in "if only".
And well theres no foretelling about the outcome....I might win as well....
Life will be very stagnant if that happens to be true and it will not be a life any more but a mere existence on this face of the earth.... I have to face my fears...do things that I fear, dislike, despise ( fancy names to fear and laziness). Maybe I should force myself to want it badly enough.
What can come of it? I will lose...that will be better than not trying and indulging in "if only".
And well theres no foretelling about the outcome....I might win as well....
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Let the shopping begin
Durga Puja is just little more than a month away....and I have already started missing it...Not that I am your sitting at the para Puja pandal type but well I am a bengali and that is reason enough.In Kolkata you just cannot get away from it.....
The clear blue sky with the clouds that look like cotton balls floating dreamily...
The "Kaash phool" which grew in abundance in the Dumdum airport grounds...
The sweet smelling " shewli" reminding us that Puja is just around the corner...
and me and my sister hinting indirectly and directly as the situation demanded to our dad to let the shopping begin....It was fun.....and its contagious....
The symptoms grow wilder with each passing day....the local and not so local guys coming to collect the "pujor chanda"Every ad in TV accompanied by the " Dhaker Awaz".Bamboo structures coming up in every corner...
It is followed by the decorations, lights and the blaring music...generally it is so loud that you cannot even think straight...but i still loved it. Maybe for the very fact that it doesn't let you think...Though as selfish as I am ,this music became equivalent to noise as soon as my phone rang or I find my sweet little Genie (my chotta sa cute sa doggie) trying to find a corner where the music doesn't hurt her ears...
And then again you have those particular songs that you associate with only Puja pandals...I do not know much about bengali Film songs....but anywhere i hear " hay re pora baashi" or " aaj milon tithir" I cannot help remembering Durga Puja though I do not like these songs...
It was bad enough when I moved to Hyderabad...They have 3 or 4 pujas there....but its not the same...it cannot be....and its only when you enter the puja premises that you feel it....
And what can I say about now, I am happy to know that bengalis get together for Durga Puja at a nearby city and I am kind of curious to know how they do it here.....but I miss kolkata....
This time the Puja is early....I hope Rain god doesnt dampen the spirits of bargain hunters and pandal hoppers....
I want everyone to have a good Puja so that I can enjoy it through them ( I told you I was selfish)....And guess what ... after writing this ....I am not feeling very left out about the fact that my lil sis and mom are going out Puja shopping today.....
Have fun people...loads of it and send me my share.....
The clear blue sky with the clouds that look like cotton balls floating dreamily...
The "Kaash phool" which grew in abundance in the Dumdum airport grounds...
The sweet smelling " shewli" reminding us that Puja is just around the corner...
and me and my sister hinting indirectly and directly as the situation demanded to our dad to let the shopping begin....It was fun.....and its contagious....
The symptoms grow wilder with each passing day....the local and not so local guys coming to collect the "pujor chanda"Every ad in TV accompanied by the " Dhaker Awaz".Bamboo structures coming up in every corner...
It is followed by the decorations, lights and the blaring music...generally it is so loud that you cannot even think straight...but i still loved it. Maybe for the very fact that it doesn't let you think...Though as selfish as I am ,this music became equivalent to noise as soon as my phone rang or I find my sweet little Genie (my chotta sa cute sa doggie) trying to find a corner where the music doesn't hurt her ears...
And then again you have those particular songs that you associate with only Puja pandals...I do not know much about bengali Film songs....but anywhere i hear " hay re pora baashi" or " aaj milon tithir" I cannot help remembering Durga Puja though I do not like these songs...
It was bad enough when I moved to Hyderabad...They have 3 or 4 pujas there....but its not the same...it cannot be....and its only when you enter the puja premises that you feel it....
And what can I say about now, I am happy to know that bengalis get together for Durga Puja at a nearby city and I am kind of curious to know how they do it here.....but I miss kolkata....
This time the Puja is early....I hope Rain god doesnt dampen the spirits of bargain hunters and pandal hoppers....
I want everyone to have a good Puja so that I can enjoy it through them ( I told you I was selfish)....And guess what ... after writing this ....I am not feeling very left out about the fact that my lil sis and mom are going out Puja shopping today.....
Have fun people...loads of it and send me my share.....
Monday, July 31, 2006
Rabindra Sadan to Dumdum
As I read my sister's post on her blog today about how three little kids playing in the murky waters gave her and also a lot of onlookers a much needed break from their drudgery , I could not help smiling cause kids can really do that to you....they can lift your spirits when you think that nothing can be done....
It took me back to an incident 3 or so years back.I was coming back from a job interview and I boarded the Metro (good ol Kolkata...where else)..... in a very dismal mood.The interview had not gone very well.I did not want to think about that.
I wanted to think of other things, pleasant things.And this is where I realised that I was incapable of thinking about anything else other than him.The more I wanted to get away from his thoughts, the more I found myself thinking about him...I wanted to get home as soon as possible , knowing very well in my heart that his thoughts knew the address and they will not knock before they enter my mind.......That is if they leave me alone for some time....
I tried looking in vain at my fellow passengers to come to my rescue and take my mind off him.....there weren't many....There were these little kids coming back from school...little ones...they still had energy to jump around ...they were giving me a headache with all that noise...and the only thing I said to myself when I got irritated with them...." You poor things, you don't know what you have got into....soon we will see you sprawled across the compartment doing your home works so that you are in time for your fine arts, dance , swimming and what not classes"....Going by the looks of their moms....well they were already there...they would push their kids into everything not wanting to be out done in anything..
And there were moments when inspite of the kids and everything I found myself thinking about him...and indulging myself with it.....No, I did not want to think about him.
All this was getting too much for me and these kids were keeping up with the train's racket and sometimes out smarting it.We had just left the second but last station.When ,as I heard the lady announce the last station on the voice over ,I saw the kids , all of them ,climbing on to the seats.They had cupped their faces and trying to see outside the glass windows.It was all so quiet now....this was wierd...there was not anything to see....it was all dark outside ...we were underground...surely they knew....then what?
Suddenly the train shot above the ground, we were under the clear blue sky now, sunlight flooding the compartments with all its might...it was all so clear.........And the children.........well, they were all over the compartment shouting, " good morning, good morning" to everyone and to no one in particular.......
I could not help smiling .....and life seemed beautiful ......again.
It took me back to an incident 3 or so years back.I was coming back from a job interview and I boarded the Metro (good ol Kolkata...where else)..... in a very dismal mood.The interview had not gone very well.I did not want to think about that.
I wanted to think of other things, pleasant things.And this is where I realised that I was incapable of thinking about anything else other than him.The more I wanted to get away from his thoughts, the more I found myself thinking about him...I wanted to get home as soon as possible , knowing very well in my heart that his thoughts knew the address and they will not knock before they enter my mind.......That is if they leave me alone for some time....
I tried looking in vain at my fellow passengers to come to my rescue and take my mind off him.....there weren't many....There were these little kids coming back from school...little ones...they still had energy to jump around ...they were giving me a headache with all that noise...and the only thing I said to myself when I got irritated with them...." You poor things, you don't know what you have got into....soon we will see you sprawled across the compartment doing your home works so that you are in time for your fine arts, dance , swimming and what not classes"....Going by the looks of their moms....well they were already there...they would push their kids into everything not wanting to be out done in anything..
And there were moments when inspite of the kids and everything I found myself thinking about him...and indulging myself with it.....No, I did not want to think about him.
All this was getting too much for me and these kids were keeping up with the train's racket and sometimes out smarting it.We had just left the second but last station.When ,as I heard the lady announce the last station on the voice over ,I saw the kids , all of them ,climbing on to the seats.They had cupped their faces and trying to see outside the glass windows.It was all so quiet now....this was wierd...there was not anything to see....it was all dark outside ...we were underground...surely they knew....then what?
Suddenly the train shot above the ground, we were under the clear blue sky now, sunlight flooding the compartments with all its might...it was all so clear.........And the children.........well, they were all over the compartment shouting, " good morning, good morning" to everyone and to no one in particular.......
I could not help smiling .....and life seemed beautiful ......again.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Lets fly...
I have been toying around with the idea of having my own little space on the net for quite some time now....and here it is...I have finally done it...not that its some major achievement, but then you dont know me....yet.
I have just moved into a new apartment ,wait ,lets begin this sentence in a different way...I have just moved from my home country to the other side of the world...and well...yeah...into a new apartment.and from my seat near this big glass window ....all i can see is trees and more trees.and all i can hear is the sound of the birds...I do feel like I myself am on a treetop....in a cosy nest...looking at the world from here...and it is from here that I will fly into this unknown country ,discover new things.... and it is from my nest that i invite you to fly with me as I spread my wings to unravel this whole new place...
WARNING :Before we take off I should warn you that somedays when the world seems gloomy, we will cancel the flights in the world beyond and brood about the world within....
...All said and done, what are we waiting for....lets spread our wings in the sun and.....lets fly....
I have just moved into a new apartment ,wait ,lets begin this sentence in a different way...I have just moved from my home country to the other side of the world...and well...yeah...into a new apartment.and from my seat near this big glass window ....all i can see is trees and more trees.and all i can hear is the sound of the birds...I do feel like I myself am on a treetop....in a cosy nest...looking at the world from here...and it is from here that I will fly into this unknown country ,discover new things.... and it is from my nest that i invite you to fly with me as I spread my wings to unravel this whole new place...
WARNING :Before we take off I should warn you that somedays when the world seems gloomy, we will cancel the flights in the world beyond and brood about the world within....
...All said and done, what are we waiting for....lets spread our wings in the sun and.....lets fly....