And that’s how #4

Since the lousy day was well spent, we planned to go window shopping in the evening. But before that we had the whole day to ourselves.  And we couldn’t just let it pass, right?

So the morning started with a strong cup of coffee, some fresh ftuits and a simple sandwhich. Then we both Mr. R and I gave ourselves two hours each to complete all the important work that we could have, including replying to emails, catching up on work and anything that we could think was important which couldn’t wait till we reached home. Reaching home by the way is still not planned or to say I have no idea when I start my return journey.
As soon as we switched off the work mode, we booted our holiday mode on. Getting ready isn’t any one of us’ thing, so we changed and left in just the little amount of time needed, heading towards where you ask? We had no idea, then.
We walked randomly for about half an hour which brought us to a very classy and oriental restaurant. We knew nothing around, so why not try this out, right?
As it turned out, it was an amazing place. The food was mouth watering, “Full desi khana”. Okay so after a delicious treat we started our roam yet again. And with thay started our shopping spree.
Mr. R is the only person who bears a woman shopping. He is the most patient man I have ever known. We did less of shopping and more of sauntering around. And I cannot explain in any kind of words how much I had fun with this idiot man. And I habe to say I love him for all his stupidity, and kiddishness.
We went about the place till late evening and then finally had the best dessert in the world with the ice, colours, ice cream, nuts, chocolate and what not in it. We could have dined on it.
We were so full that we skipped the dinner and went staright to home. So you think the day ended? Oh no, of course not!
Just when we thought that we’d go off to sleep, we remembered our last night late drive. But today we ditched the drive and walked randomly in the cool fresh air. We went for a long walk in the dead of the night.
Arm in arm we roamed about for a while, sometimes even forgetting our way but finding it ultimately. And that’s how we found our way back to reality.
It was yet another fulfilling day.

And that’s how #3

When we left for another city, we left with a bang. After a tiresome day we enjoyed ourselves with local delicious food accompanied by the coolest fresh air and folk music. Could it be any better? I dont think so.

So the journey ended and Mr. R and I reached ‘our home’ somewhere around late night and extremely early morning. We were dead tired from all the day’s work and the sitting in the car and we just slumped into our beds.
We woke up in the aftrrnoon and still we slumped all day on the couch, watching tv listening to music and getting up only to get food or water. I know I am up for travelling but I guess if I did not have this lousy day, i would exhaustyself completely. So  I guess it was better to at least relax too rather than overdoing it.
We left our place only in the evening to take a walk and get some chilled milk shakes. And we strolled back home. But we just couldn’t contain the boredom so we decided to go for a bike ride  it was cool here and so post dinner, almost after mifnight, we went for a bike ride, at first over speeding on the empty roads but then going completely 20 and 10 kmph only to avoid getting back home early.
While we were driving bsck I saw something disturbing. Two men were riding a bike at 40-50 kmphs but then they were literally dragging a dog along with them, screaming to run faster. We assumed the dog was being trained for some thing but apart from that, I still feel any reason could not justify this behaviour towards the dog.
Anyways we got back home and after a bit of tv watching amd reading we went to bed. I could just say we went to bed, but we did not sleep. We listened to a lot of music, we chatted uncontrolably, laughed at ourselves, brought back memories and then finally dozed off knowing nothing about tomorrow.
And thats how we have fun with each other. Just laughing, talking, and sometimes even staying in. But most of all the company matters.

And that’s how #2

So today was very important, it wad the first reason that the trip was even planned. I am sorry I might keep it a bit vague.

My day started at 7 in the morning. After the long tiring days, I knew this one awaited me too. It hf to be exhausting. But this time I was prepared. I took a long cold shower after which I went to the hotel’s dining room. Bread toast, cornflakes, a cup of coffee and orange juice was served to me even before I told them. I took my time, eating and planning for the day. I was still wondering if Mr. R would make it on time. Mr. R is my buddy, an all time saviour. He lives four hours away from where I have travelled, and the fact that he did travel so much for me, must make it clear that we are special for each other. At least I think so.

I did not call him, I did not want to be a trouble for him, constantly bugging him. I hailed a cab and went to the work myself, and what could  be better thanMr. R waiting for me there.

I am telling you, I understand that that these officials have to follow the rules but sometimes it gets too difficult for us, who do not even understand the basic. I guess they could be more supportive, at least talk politely rather than shouting at us. Still, the people here were way better and helping than some places which clearly were unhospitable to me, always. All the paper work and everything left me busy till 5:30 in the evening after which Mr. R and I went for a cup of coffee.

I was so relieved that a part of the trip was already successful and that someone was with me there. A couple of other works and then we both headed to our hotel. It was dinner time by then o we headed straight to the dining room and ate in peace.

Well, it wasn’t the end though. We left for another place post dinner. And that’s how we went on to meet the other Mr. and Miss’.  I don’t know how it is going to end, but I guess it would be satifactory.

PS: I don’t know how this trip is going to end, but I intend to share it here. Sorry in advance, if this turns out to be a rather unsatisfactory.

And that’s how… #1

It was a day crammed with work, with lots of packing to do, and even more work jammed into an already hectic day. That was the last day at my home; I was leaving for an uncertain trip. Exhausted by the night I crept into my bed. I was so tired and exhausted that my eyes wouldn’t even want to remain open. I wanted to sleep and yet sleep was not my friend that day.

So began the restless night, a fitful sleep. I was awake almost the entire night, and slept fitfully in bits and pieces.

The little time that I slept awarded me with dreams that were unwanted. I saw that my brother was showing a horror movie to me. I was constantly cribbing about it and was asking to shut it down, my brother forcefully shut it down and yet I could see the movie. I could see the horror movie!

And then finally came reality, my mom, asking me to wake up, telling me that my alarm had already gone off, and that if I didn’t’ wake up, I’d miss my train.

And that’s how I started my journey, my trip this year.

My train left my city.

I had to catch a flight then which got delayed. As soon as I could board the plane, I made myself comfortable and then I had dozed off, I had no idea when my journey started and when we landed, I was so exhausted.

The day was just as exhausting as was preparing for that instant trip. It had pretty much nothing exciting, except for one incident which I didn’t like. People really make such impressions on me. I was waiting at the railway station for a cab in the prepaid line, there was one person in front of me and there was no cab for a while. The sun was scorching and the people behind me suddenly started screaming at the man in front of me, asking him to move forward, so that they could have the shade too. I completely understand that the heat was unbearable, because even I was standing there a while before but none of us were shouting at people. I mean what was he to do? The line had to start form there and he had no hand in making the heat unbearable. It was just insensitive. I could never explain the situation, but all I can say now is, that I guess they were all wrong to holler at a poor man, who had just gotten into the shade, with 2 big bags desperately waiting for a cab.

So that’s how my first day of trip went off. With delayed trains, and flights I had no time to even have food, which made me eat like a starving person at the end of the day. But I guess all’s well that ends well. The hotel that I was staying in was kind enough to send me a pick up car, and give me complementary dinner and breakfast, so that I needn’t worry about eating outside.

I think, kind people do exist after all.

 

The Strength of a Flickering Candle.

She was sitting there, lost into her gloomy thoughts. The room was awfully murky, and the darkness helped her hide from the light. Tattered as she was, so were her thoughts. Her appearance was no less depressed with rugged hair, with the black dress, and with face as dull as her feelings. She clutched onto herself, at a shuffle of sound, dreading anyone’s presence. She needed no one at the moment, she knew the amount of pessimism people brought to her, and she was also conscious of her own tumultuous state. It was all plentiful.

Lying down, she shut her eyes, as if the room was not dark enough. Taking deep breathes she suddenly felt the loss of air, the need for cool air. And there it was, a sway of cool breeze through the window which had been kept open in the dark of the night.

Only then with the flicker of the light did she realise that there was a candle far away in the room, barely alight. The wind blowing now was making it harder for it to be kept lighted and she did not even wish it to be lighted. But no amount of wind could blow off the candle. It almost got burnt out and then just when it seemed that it was out, she would find that it was still alight, barely alight, but yes it did have the vigour and the desire to keep itself lighted which she knew she missed in herself.

A small candle which did not even have the needed amount of wax to light itself fought for the light that it wanted to spread in the darkness of the room, and there she was crouched at the far corner, hardly breathing, hardly wanting to live.

If the candle could put up a fight, so could she. She would reignite herself again; she would rise up and not let any sort of obscurity win over her. Not this time. She would keep her life lighted from then on. And there just when the candle burnt itself again and gave the brightest light, she knew she was born again.

And as the candle went off, she smiled brightly, welcoming the dawn, her tears long dried and a face that had the power to conquer her world. Her soul set free from the chains of the darkness.

Modern Aunts!

Ever wondered, why people are the way they are?

Why do they behave in the manner they do?

Being selfish is important in this world, I think that is very much common to here now, but how far can one go, and even when at someone else’s cost.

Telling someone off, but isn’t it necessary to peep inside your own soul first rather than criticising someone else.

*

All these questions bother my mind now because of a friend. She called me up to relieve herself from all that she had gone through in the last hour when she was with her friends and families.

“Why are you so upset?”

The answer is always an aunt in our case, an Indian aunt who is always bothered and interested in someone else’s business.

So here my friend was coolly being the host at her place, celebrating her parents’ marriage anniversary, when this modern, beautiful, charismatic, wealthy aunt comes and flaunts literally everything, from her shoes to the gifts that she brought.

Okay, I know we all must have had such aunts! I do too.

Then came the general small talks, what came next was what my friend was not prepared for.

“So when do you think your daughter should marry? I have a guy in my mind.” There is always a guy in these aunts’ mind.

“I am still studying. I am doing my post-graduation now. I want to work after this.”

“Oh no, I think post-graduation is enough. After that you have to marry.”

All this while her parents just glorying beside her.

The aunt was still not satisfied, “Even this is too much. I think parents should start finding prospective husbands for their daughters when they are about to complete their graduation. That is the exact time, I guess.”

“Yeah you guess!!! Then I hope the next year you are planning to find a perfect husband for your daughter too. Isn’t she completing her graduation then?” screaming in rage my friend forgot that she was the host.

And of course she got a big eye gaze from her parents, and the disgusted look from that aunt, but nothing else mattered. Her mood was spoilt, and so was that aunt’s. Well, post the celebration, she also got a good one from her dad, but what was she to do? Listen to other’s beliefs and commands?

Is it not on her and her parents as to how much to study, where to work, when to marry? As it is it is difficult to convince parents for education and working before marriage; don’t even let me start on post marriage scenarios. And here, these aunts!!

Like literally, how many of them are there?

And you know what that aunt replied to her parents? “No, my daughter is going to study after her graduation; I am in no hurry to marry her off. It’s her life; she’ll see what to do. She is different.”

As if my friend’s life is not hers.

What gave her the right to do so?

*

All I can say is my friend could have kept the temper and replaced it with sarcasm; apart from that I am with her. And I don’t care about speaking up to elders or disrespecting a guest if such was the case.

*

And for the record, her parents are considering their decision to ‘allow’ her to pursue her higher studies.

So cheers to these ‘modern aunts’.

Importance of “Shall”

“We shall…”

or

“Shall we..?”

What would you prefer?

As of me, I think I’d prefer the second scenario any day. Anyone asking me anything would be way better and sophisticated than someone just throwing commands at me. I now I’d agree with the person anyway, if he or she is that important to me, and yet I’d like to be asked first, no matter what!

Just think of it and you might feel it too. Or may be I care too much and listen more than needed to the said words. (It could be possible with me having a lot of time to spare now, I might be actually giving too much importance to these words spoken.)

 

 

The bed box

She was sitting on this dim corner of the cave, very peaceful, not even caring that she had lost her way, and that she was away from the company that she had entered with. The place was unnervingly silent, and the cool setting was a bit too much for her to take. Still, she sat there motionless and tranquil not thinking about the consequences. She knew someone would ultimately find her. She was also aware that subconsciously she wanted no one to discover her, and stay completely lost in her own world, hidden away from everything else.

That is when I woke up, realising that I was sleeping inside the bed box- the extra bed that the hotel provided. With that dream ending unexpectedly I could only hope for someone to come and push the bed box inside the bed and let me just sleep and to know that if she is eventually able to stay away from everything?

The need for a bedside table!

I lie on the bed with the lights dimmed already, with the temperature of the room set accordingly, and with the novel in my hand, ready to be lost into. In order to avoid any kind of disturbance I put my phone away, on the study table at the far corner (I don’t need it anyway plus it helps me wake up in the morning if it is far away). All set for the perfect ‘alone time’ I start reading the book.

A page or two goes by and then I have something in my mind; a topic on which I feel should write and share it with my fellow bloggers. So I lazily stand up, scribble on a post it and stick it on the wall to remember the next day. So there I slump again on the bed, cuddle against a cold sheets, soothing and yet again I loose myself amidst the fictional world.

This time not even a paragraph goes by when I remember something from the day and again, unwilling I get up, post-it on the wall and return, this time making it sure I would not get up before I complete ten pages.

And so I wait for the ten pages to be done, and hastily get up before I forget to jot it down, and there goes another post it on the wall. This is how my wall is always clustered with post-it for to do lists, for something to share with my blogger friends, and even something that I have to let other people know.

This goes on for a while, until I am tired enough to get up again, after which I unwillingly take my phone with me, so that I at least do not have to get up. After another couple of reminders set on my phone, finally I decide to doze off. It is after all 1:00 AM.

Of course my mind is unwilling to shut down and so I aid to my ear phones, leaving behind my comfy bed, one last time. Somehow amidst the dreams of the story going on in the novel, with the lyrics of the songs and with many other unfiltered thoughts in my mind I doze off, finally.

And that is how my mother finds me often, early in the morning, with music flowing through the earphones and yet scattered somewhere under the pillow, with my phone snoozed off and hidden somewhere between the sheets, and the novel that I would be reading tucked beside me. And every single morning she would wake me with same monotonous say, “Why do you have to sleep with all of these things? Why can’t you just keep them all away on the table?”

And every single time I would say, “I just need a bedside table, mom. It would solve all my lazy problems. You don’t know the struggle of waking up once you are tucked into bed, restfully.”

“Yeah, right! But why do you have to get up in the middle of the night anyway?