Wednesday, September 30, 2009

I need some answers

Even when you know there is nothing like plain black and vanilla white, why does grey become so comfortable?

Are coincidences planned to basically screw up all the plans you ever made?

Destiny is a comfort zone or is that the way it was always meant to be?

When suddenly everything is crystal clear in your gut and everything around you seems perfect why is it right then when you start questioning the perfection of it all?

Why are you scared to believe in your happy ending?

Back from awesomeness.

Some things that classify as awesomeness –

Splendid weather
Great company
Mutton cutlets
Fried bacon
Chilli vodkas
Long drives
Amusement parks

I’m back from my long weekend break to Bangalore. Renewed and refreshed.

I love Bangalore. It starts with the weather. You can’t help but be in a good mood. One doesn’t sweat, there is no scorching sun, you can walk… you can smell the breeze.. it just doesn’t get any better.

Bangalore over hyped airport though I must say is just too bloody far. It takes ages to get to the city which does have a traffic problem.

Apart from that, the traffic (thankfully I don’t drive) and the fact that everything shuts at 11pm which is a damper everything else about that city rocks.

So a couple of things we did - a day trip to Bhimeshwari, which is a fishing camp close to Bangalore. The drive was beautiful, lush green coconut trees, huge and brightly coloured god statues and not to forget shady looking eating places.

The second day we went to Wonderla, an amusement pack 25km from Bangalore. This is an ideal place to discover the lost child in you, unless of course your body has given up and you finish the day with a bad backache.

There is a cover charge – around 600 bucks per person with unlimited rides. So you need to spend sometime here.

The rides are super fun and crazy. You are tossed and turned while you scream and abuse.
It is the perfect outlet to release all your energies and pent up stuff. The maximum I can do its laugh and scream at the same time with eyes closed.

I could not eat much because of my crazy stomach, but I did live on liquids. What kind of a holiday is it when you don’t have beer at 10.30 in the morning? : )
We did go out to eat though – There is this interesting boutique restaurant called 100ft on the 100ft road. I love the way restaurants and stores have been blended into homes. The whole feeling is so quaint and charming.

Kosheys is again somewhat like Martins or Mondegar in Bombay. Select menu and classic food. The mutton cutlets are to die for. We got there for breakfast and stayed for around two hours. No one asked us to move or hovered around. It is a perfect place to relax and catch up with friends on a Sunday or a holiday morning.

Bangalore is definitely a city I would love to live in. next stop maybe??? Hmmm… that is some food for thought !

 Check out the pics below -

Crazy ride at wonderla

Awesome finger chips at 100ft 

The river at Bhimeshwari

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

spilt milk !!!

Isn’t it ironical that we only cry over things that gave us the most happiness at some point of time.
It makes it impossible to go back to that memory and relive the happy moment because the journey there means passing through the pain.

So you continue to be in a state of limbo you just don’t like.

Some ironies of this thing called life … I just can’t decipher.

Friday, September 18, 2009

I am back !!!!!!!!!!!

On 9 out of ten occasions when I look at the watch since the past two months the time is always in same numbers – 11:11, 13:13, 12:12

Someone once told me that it’s a sign of change coming your way.

But change never came.

So I changed.

Sometimes it takes several roller coaster rides for you to throw up. To clear your system, get over the queasy feeling and get ready for the next ride.

And now change is everywhere…

My first post after ages, the blog has a new look – pure and pristine.
Ideas are flowing and finally meeting logic.

My favourite quote (also at the end of the blog) says – “change, but slowly because direction is more important than speed.”

With a hint of direction and some hope I walk ahead.

The time on my watch is now 3.33.

Eerie, isn’t it?

Change is now.
Change is here.
Change is me.

I’m glad to be back.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

That plain vanilla laughter...

Flying can be a hard task, especially when you don’t know how to land.

They say child is the father of man and a child today is teaching me more about life than anyone ever could.

Watching my one year old nephew giggle uncontrollably at nothing makes me wonder when was the last time I or anyone I know did that.

I miss plain vanilla laughter.

The one in which you laugh from your stomach, you can’t breathe and you feel the laughter will kill you.
The kind where every inch of your body laughs and you become all pink and purple.

Its not that we don’t laugh or have occasional fits of uncontrollable laughter, we just wait for reasons and instances to do that.

Most people I know and I included wait for opportunities to be happy. We live from weekend to weekend, holiday to holiday. We wait for the promotion, the hot date, the birthday, the breakup (reasons to get drunk and make a fool of your self) to FEEL.

So Rey walks around without a care in the world, smiling to himself and pleased by accomplishments like climbing a stair, shooing away an uninformed pigeon. And he’s happy.

There are times I watch him and I pray to myself that he sees an adulthood that’s perfect in everyway.
An adulthood that lets his innocence be a part of everything he does.

Adulthood used to be a milestone that we all couldn’t wait to cross. Our entry into the big, bad world. The big, bad world that we didn’t know at that time was actually a big, bad world.


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