Yet again I am making a return...a return to blogging about whatever is worth blogging about. Alot has happened since my last entry. Instead of going into details let me just say that the joys and pains of real solitide have been felt, friendships have been ruined, jobs gained and lost, flats changed, new knowledge acquired, exams taken, truths have finally been revealed, confessions made and, of course, rejection and its inherent hurt experienced... People who were part of or contributors to these life altering events and are reading this will probably know what I am talking about. And thus my humble request to you, please don't recall them with me or anyone else because what's in the past deserves to stay there.
So if I am not going to elaborate about what has been missed...what is my intention today? Nothing really, just a reiteration that the intention of this blog as always is to record random thoughts and in the process show my disdain for reality... in the eternal words of the great Fido, "Reality is boring!!"
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
RanDoM ThouGhtS
1. I am BORED!!!
2. Although I want this job, the truth is I need this job. My independence and sanity depends on it.
3. The only way I'll get this job is if lady luck shines on me. Don't know what I did to piss her off so much.
4. I really want to LIVE!! But I am so afraid I'll just live. How did I manage to screw it up so badly?
5. Why are people so afraid of being alone? And why is marriage the only solution that people can come up with?
6. I don't want to be a cog like so many people I know. Why don't more people want to do something worth doing?
7. Why does everyone insist that I find someone? I don't need a significant other to contribute fruitfully to a conversation about relationships.
8. People talk too much about their relationships. Have we run out of things to talk about?
9. I need a good cologne and a pair of jeans. I have too many deodorants and I hate deodorants...how did that happen?
10. Why do I not mean anything to the people who mean so much to me?
P.S. If you read the last one and wondering whether I am referring to you...YES I AM!!!
2. Although I want this job, the truth is I need this job. My independence and sanity depends on it.
3. The only way I'll get this job is if lady luck shines on me. Don't know what I did to piss her off so much.
4. I really want to LIVE!! But I am so afraid I'll just live. How did I manage to screw it up so badly?
5. Why are people so afraid of being alone? And why is marriage the only solution that people can come up with?
6. I don't want to be a cog like so many people I know. Why don't more people want to do something worth doing?
7. Why does everyone insist that I find someone? I don't need a significant other to contribute fruitfully to a conversation about relationships.
8. People talk too much about their relationships. Have we run out of things to talk about?
9. I need a good cologne and a pair of jeans. I have too many deodorants and I hate deodorants...how did that happen?
10. Why do I not mean anything to the people who mean so much to me?
P.S. If you read the last one and wondering whether I am referring to you...YES I AM!!!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Spur of the moment!!
Spontaneity is a wonderful concept... sometimes things done at the spur of the moment end up being our fondest memories for years to come or might give us the jump start that most of these pseudo-spiritual new age fads promise but never deliever...
Last weekend presented me with such an opportunity and thankfully I grabbed it without thinking twice... A friend of mine was driving down to Aurangabad from Bombay to meet his folks and he suggested that I join him. To me, the open road has always seemed like such an inviting yet challenging place. Of late, however, given the nature of lives, I haven't found alot of willing company for such escapades and thus hadn't indulged myself in a long time. Realising this, I accepted my friend's inticing offer.. We set off for Aurangabad on Friday evening and were well prepared to drive all night. We did stop once every 2 hours to recover from the constant jerking and pot holes. Just before entering Aurangabad we stopped at a local dhaba for the most delightful cup of masala chai and the most wonderful sight of cotton fields at the break of dawn.
Upon arriving at his folks' place, my friend hit the sack... I, on the other hand, decided to take in the local sights and sounds. First on my list was the much ignored 'Bibi ka Maqbara.' Built by the son of Emperor Aurangzeb, Azam Shah as a tribute to his mother Bano Begam, I was told it was built to rival the TAJ, but because of its similarity, it has been overshadowed by its more picturesque rival. It was certainly the highlight of my day, although it does bring with it an obvious sense of deja vu. The rest of the day was spent in and out of some temples built during the days of maratha rule.
Sunday began with a 25 km bus journey to the Ellora caves. These caves are so spread out that most tourists hire cars or auto rickshaws to see them in their entirety. I, however, decided to make a walk of it...and I must say, in retrospect, it was a good decision. I had a local guide book so that I wouldn't be staring aimlessly at the sculptures which given that they were built between 7-9 A.D. have been remarkably well preserved. The caves are like a picture book explaining the emergence of Hinduism, Buddhism and Jainism... Very vivid and beautiful. The caves are numbered so one doesn't loose his/her way. As the afternoon progressed I met this lovely Australian couple (R and M)... Apparently, they were in India because of a promise R had made to M as a part of their first anniversary. We spent the rest of the afternoon together, talking about many things while walking from one cave to another. We eventually went our separate ways when I decided to see a temple a few kilometers down the road which they had already seen... But to be honest, the conversation was probably the most open and delightful I have had in a while. Finally after a short trip to the temple, I got a ride from a cab-driver in a nearby tea stall back to Aurangabad.. To my surprise he charged me next to nothing because he said he was on his way to Bombay anyway and the only reason he took the money is because I kept insisting... After such wonderful experiences, I decided to call it a day.
The final day was spent with my gracious local hosts... My friend's father (an army man) told me stories which made me wonder how in our mad pursuit for riches and comfort, we barely take time to truly experience, to truly live...Apparently after college he decided to see India and set out with whatever little savings he had. The only reason he joined the army was to continue his journey of discovery...When I told him that I was there on a whim, he said "You have to start sometime," and smiled... Eventually we set out for Bombay again, but this time instead of anticipation I was filled with the best experiences I have had in a very long time...
Last weekend presented me with such an opportunity and thankfully I grabbed it without thinking twice... A friend of mine was driving down to Aurangabad from Bombay to meet his folks and he suggested that I join him. To me, the open road has always seemed like such an inviting yet challenging place. Of late, however, given the nature of lives, I haven't found alot of willing company for such escapades and thus hadn't indulged myself in a long time. Realising this, I accepted my friend's inticing offer.. We set off for Aurangabad on Friday evening and were well prepared to drive all night. We did stop once every 2 hours to recover from the constant jerking and pot holes. Just before entering Aurangabad we stopped at a local dhaba for the most delightful cup of masala chai and the most wonderful sight of cotton fields at the break of dawn.
Upon arriving at his folks' place, my friend hit the sack... I, on the other hand, decided to take in the local sights and sounds. First on my list was the much ignored 'Bibi ka Maqbara.' Built by the son of Emperor Aurangzeb, Azam Shah as a tribute to his mother Bano Begam, I was told it was built to rival the TAJ, but because of its similarity, it has been overshadowed by its more picturesque rival. It was certainly the highlight of my day, although it does bring with it an obvious sense of deja vu. The rest of the day was spent in and out of some temples built during the days of maratha rule.
Sunday began with a 25 km bus journey to the Ellora caves. These caves are so spread out that most tourists hire cars or auto rickshaws to see them in their entirety. I, however, decided to make a walk of it...and I must say, in retrospect, it was a good decision. I had a local guide book so that I wouldn't be staring aimlessly at the sculptures which given that they were built between 7-9 A.D. have been remarkably well preserved. The caves are like a picture book explaining the emergence of Hinduism, Buddhism and Jainism... Very vivid and beautiful. The caves are numbered so one doesn't loose his/her way. As the afternoon progressed I met this lovely Australian couple (R and M)... Apparently, they were in India because of a promise R had made to M as a part of their first anniversary. We spent the rest of the afternoon together, talking about many things while walking from one cave to another. We eventually went our separate ways when I decided to see a temple a few kilometers down the road which they had already seen... But to be honest, the conversation was probably the most open and delightful I have had in a while. Finally after a short trip to the temple, I got a ride from a cab-driver in a nearby tea stall back to Aurangabad.. To my surprise he charged me next to nothing because he said he was on his way to Bombay anyway and the only reason he took the money is because I kept insisting... After such wonderful experiences, I decided to call it a day.
The final day was spent with my gracious local hosts... My friend's father (an army man) told me stories which made me wonder how in our mad pursuit for riches and comfort, we barely take time to truly experience, to truly live...Apparently after college he decided to see India and set out with whatever little savings he had. The only reason he joined the army was to continue his journey of discovery...When I told him that I was there on a whim, he said "You have to start sometime," and smiled... Eventually we set out for Bombay again, but this time instead of anticipation I was filled with the best experiences I have had in a very long time...
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