I was feeling morose that day. And I wanted to be alone. So, as I walked out of my department and headed towards my hostel, I decided to take the lane least tread upon, literally. It is a side lane to the main path that goes through our main building. I like it because of its silent nature and the trees that surround it. As I walked by, listening to my favorite song, the rustling of leaves and chirruping of birds forced me to stop and take notice. Parrots. They always reminded me of something funny. As I saw tiny parrot-siblings hopping on the swaying branches, I felt a weight lift from my heavy heart.
Squirrels were playing about. As there was no one on that lane, I started humming and then singing quietly. A smile silently crept on my face and spread itself wide. Life is like that. It has its own strange ways of teaching you to deal with it. My problems are not that bad, I reflected and moved on. As I went further ahead, my heart jumped with horror and I let out a cry. A dead crow lay sprawled near the end of the lane. I ran past the crow and shuddered, its image flashing again and again in my mind. I slowed down and paused for a while…. A feeling unknown before filled my whole being. Life’s like that. It has its own ways of making us realize certain things we never want to. And I don’t know why, but I felt my face giving away to a smile once more, but one that was quite different from the previous one.
“I am getting late for my lunch”, I said to myself and moved on…..
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Sunday, July 1, 2007
guide
I just came back from a trip to Panchmarhi with my family. As we reached Jatashankar, an aged man in a kurta pyjama came up and commented upon the weather. He just joined us and started talking about the place to my father. It was only after sometime that he introduced himself as a guide. He was the weirdest kind of person. He just kept on talking and the fact that we did not want to listen had no effect on him. When we would say something, he would simply tell us to keep quiet and listen. “After this, we are going to have a test on the history of jatashankar”, I muttered. He completely irritated my mother who was having a pain in her knee and wanted to get to the hotel quickly lest it rained. But our honorable guide shut up only when he was done. I suppose I would have to give him credit for what he was… a man who knew his job.
This experience left me wondering what it would be like if I were a guide? What if other people I knew were guides? The answers I got were quite interesting…
Myself: I will like my job and the people. I would ask more questions from them than the information I will give. Mind it, I might lose sense of navigation and end up on the wrong route with a wrong story. If they are not furious, they would admit that they had fun!!
Lil sis: First of all she would select her tourists who are neat and tidy. She would be quite sophisticated. Also, she would be making a lot of money because she would be guiding the maximum no of people in the minimum time.
Roomie: She would guide the tourists slowly but correctly and quickly go away to participate in a quiz or catch up her favorite T.V. program. She might even pick up the latest fashion or an interesting story from the tourists and then we could discuss about it…
The southern mountain princess: She would call the tourists at 2 p.m. and start getting ready at 12 noon. But yes she would manage to be on time.
Goddess: she will at first fix a time of meeting her tourists and be really angry if they don’t turn up on time. It would be difficult for the tourists to shut her up and she would be giving the most information amongst all her fellow guides.
NDA symbol: he would ask the tourists that if they knew they had cancer, would they be spending their time like this?? The tourists would take off while he would pass his time by humming his favorite song on the guitar. Nevertheless, he would stick to his job.
Blueey: He would turn up on time but then he would prove to the people that all this that they are seeing is not real and nothing is absolute. But the tourists will be duly entertained by one of his great songs. Whether the song is real is still in question.
Seaharry: he would ask the tourists that whether all that can be known should be known!
Then he would go on to make a whole speech about it and keep on repeating the question till they are both confused and astounded. To top it all, he would even extract big bucks and applause out of them for all this!
Fatte king: he would prepare whole heartedly for his speech and write it down while listening to some rock song. He would add extra “special” information about it that he claims that only he knows… and the tourists might have difficulty in catching up with his fast speech. He might even be on the lookout for a cute one to be his gf.
The Great Bhopu Laughter Challenge: he would explain to the tourists with his unique style of waving his hands to and fro that all this is farjiaap. Then he would go on and have lunch with them and the tourists will have a great time learning about the new cuisines and tasty food available in the area.
Lovely leaf: she would surprise the tourists with her ingenuity. But then she would get an offer from Microsoft and she would leave her present job and go to hadduland.
Violin rap with a ‘u’: he would sit cross-legged and explain about the whole area with the help of a map he drew himself. Then he would encourage the people to go on their own while he thinks and thinks of improvements in his map.
The taste of India: he would roam around the whole area and do some researches on its archaeology and history. Then he would publish a paper and post it on orkut profile. For all its worth, he might even win a prize for his work.
P.S. If anyone is seeking to kick me, I have gone off on a vacation to Hawaii!! With due apologies……
Ciao…. J
This experience left me wondering what it would be like if I were a guide? What if other people I knew were guides? The answers I got were quite interesting…
Myself: I will like my job and the people. I would ask more questions from them than the information I will give. Mind it, I might lose sense of navigation and end up on the wrong route with a wrong story. If they are not furious, they would admit that they had fun!!
Lil sis: First of all she would select her tourists who are neat and tidy. She would be quite sophisticated. Also, she would be making a lot of money because she would be guiding the maximum no of people in the minimum time.
Roomie: She would guide the tourists slowly but correctly and quickly go away to participate in a quiz or catch up her favorite T.V. program. She might even pick up the latest fashion or an interesting story from the tourists and then we could discuss about it…
The southern mountain princess: She would call the tourists at 2 p.m. and start getting ready at 12 noon. But yes she would manage to be on time.
Goddess: she will at first fix a time of meeting her tourists and be really angry if they don’t turn up on time. It would be difficult for the tourists to shut her up and she would be giving the most information amongst all her fellow guides.
NDA symbol: he would ask the tourists that if they knew they had cancer, would they be spending their time like this?? The tourists would take off while he would pass his time by humming his favorite song on the guitar. Nevertheless, he would stick to his job.
Blueey: He would turn up on time but then he would prove to the people that all this that they are seeing is not real and nothing is absolute. But the tourists will be duly entertained by one of his great songs. Whether the song is real is still in question.
Seaharry: he would ask the tourists that whether all that can be known should be known!
Then he would go on to make a whole speech about it and keep on repeating the question till they are both confused and astounded. To top it all, he would even extract big bucks and applause out of them for all this!
Fatte king: he would prepare whole heartedly for his speech and write it down while listening to some rock song. He would add extra “special” information about it that he claims that only he knows… and the tourists might have difficulty in catching up with his fast speech. He might even be on the lookout for a cute one to be his gf.
The Great Bhopu Laughter Challenge: he would explain to the tourists with his unique style of waving his hands to and fro that all this is farjiaap. Then he would go on and have lunch with them and the tourists will have a great time learning about the new cuisines and tasty food available in the area.
Lovely leaf: she would surprise the tourists with her ingenuity. But then she would get an offer from Microsoft and she would leave her present job and go to hadduland.
Violin rap with a ‘u’: he would sit cross-legged and explain about the whole area with the help of a map he drew himself. Then he would encourage the people to go on their own while he thinks and thinks of improvements in his map.
The taste of India: he would roam around the whole area and do some researches on its archaeology and history. Then he would publish a paper and post it on orkut profile. For all its worth, he might even win a prize for his work.
P.S. If anyone is seeking to kick me, I have gone off on a vacation to Hawaii!! With due apologies……
Ciao…. J
Monday, June 25, 2007
lazily yours
Hello everyone. This is the prologue to my blog. Before you read on, I consider it my duty to introduce myself to you. I love observing the ppl and the surroundings around me. And while I do this, I have noticed really interesting things. So I will let you take a sneak peek into my world.
Life is like that…. One summer night you are lying down on your bed at 3.50 a.m. (clearly I am not the sleep fairy’s favorite girl). At that time my thought process was something like this: “I am getting bored.”
“That’s because I have nothing else to do”
“What will I do all these vacations????”
“Oh….my….God!!!”(You see I had just finished a season of friends series)
and then my mind wandered to what my friends might possibly be doing. It was then that it struck me. All my friends were blogging away to glory while all I had done was to plan and daydream about having one of my own. So I thought why not I also do the same.
But it was not so easy. You see, I always mean good. But my lazy soul always gets in the way (my roomie can give you loads of testimony to this fact).
So there needed to be something motivating enough so that this lazy self got to business. So I asked myself… why a blog for me??? Here are some of the reasons I have come up with over the months:
1. all my friend have their very own blogs!!!(So what?? Why be a copycat??)
2. I kind of like writing sometimes. (doesn’t mean you have to do whatever you like!!)
3. maybe I will improve upon my writing skills.(So much for those skills.)
4. it’s the “in thing”.(keep me out of it.)
5. I will get to express those feelings which I am not able to discuss with my friends directly.(good one, but isn’t that too much of work!)
6. I have to prove my roomie wrong who knows me v well and thus says that I will never be able to start a blog; although she keeps motivating me to write one.( oh! I am above such frivolous revenges.)
And so I always ended up finding some excuse never to write a blog. So how come you are reading this one?? The truth is that this was the only thing left to do to kill boredom. And the truth is that now I really felt like writing one. So I put on my writer’s shoes(is there anything like writer’s shoes???) and on great public demand, here it is…my very first…. And to those who reached this far reading it…. Bravo ppl!!!
P.S. I sincerely hope that this is not my last one…..
Life is like that…. One summer night you are lying down on your bed at 3.50 a.m. (clearly I am not the sleep fairy’s favorite girl). At that time my thought process was something like this: “I am getting bored.”
“That’s because I have nothing else to do”
“What will I do all these vacations????”
“Oh….my….God!!!”(You see I had just finished a season of friends series)
and then my mind wandered to what my friends might possibly be doing. It was then that it struck me. All my friends were blogging away to glory while all I had done was to plan and daydream about having one of my own. So I thought why not I also do the same.
But it was not so easy. You see, I always mean good. But my lazy soul always gets in the way (my roomie can give you loads of testimony to this fact).
So there needed to be something motivating enough so that this lazy self got to business. So I asked myself… why a blog for me??? Here are some of the reasons I have come up with over the months:
1. all my friend have their very own blogs!!!(So what?? Why be a copycat??)
2. I kind of like writing sometimes. (doesn’t mean you have to do whatever you like!!)
3. maybe I will improve upon my writing skills.(So much for those skills.)
4. it’s the “in thing”.(keep me out of it.)
5. I will get to express those feelings which I am not able to discuss with my friends directly.(good one, but isn’t that too much of work!)
6. I have to prove my roomie wrong who knows me v well and thus says that I will never be able to start a blog; although she keeps motivating me to write one.( oh! I am above such frivolous revenges.)
And so I always ended up finding some excuse never to write a blog. So how come you are reading this one?? The truth is that this was the only thing left to do to kill boredom. And the truth is that now I really felt like writing one. So I put on my writer’s shoes(is there anything like writer’s shoes???) and on great public demand, here it is…my very first…. And to those who reached this far reading it…. Bravo ppl!!!
P.S. I sincerely hope that this is not my last one…..
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