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I just wanted to write something, before the year ends. And I was unsure of what I wanted to write, due to lack of time. I really dont understand why people are so excited about their New Year post. Does it reflect on the recap of the entire year.
Time runs so swiftly. It doesnt seem long, since i went out for my last New Year bash. Though it wasnt anything great, nonetheless. I met new people all along the way. Lost a few old ones. Found a few Older ones!
I am all charged up to lay soar into my profession with my wings taking me higher and higher. Decided on my goals, dreaming about my dreams.
I turned 19, and now i feel more responsible, than i was earlier. There is a lot of change in who i am, what have i been, what do i need to be. I am off the party phase, i am more of the arty kinda now. I have become a big-time explorer. was kinda of prodigal, dont know if i am, anymore.
My hokum would still wander. Come New Year, i want to embrace you. I want to experience a new beginning, a new hope, a new ambition, a new realisation, a new ME!
Gusto!
Ahh! i just love these kind of weekends, which comprise of way too many holidays. A four-day weekend and nothing much to do. And the sudden realisation, that there is so much to do, apart from ‘working’ on holidays. Holy Lord, i work for an events website. Logged onto my own website, to know what is happening in the twinkle-town. It was a typical ‘matargasti’ season, with checking out of new places to eat-out, catching up flicks, ogling at men, buying tik-taks!
Saturday was a check-out guys day which turned out into a meet-ur-best-friend day! loitering in the lanes and by-lanes of Connaught Place, I inadvertantly stopped by at Central Park to see the photography exhibition. It was an unalloyed experience. With black and white pictures from the 19th century, the watch was worth it. It was followed by grab-some-grub from Wengers, which housed special Christmas cakes.
The next day was followed by Tare Zameen Par. What a fantabulous movie! I was reminded of my childhood. No, i aint giving any expertise comments of the movie. But it reminded me of those days, when i had a crush on a guy called Soundarapandyan( because he had given me a Jesus cross, and i thought that he gave it to me, because he loved me! i was just in class 2, then). It reminded me of those days, when i used to get scaled on my knuckles by Miss Stella, for not doing my Maths homework. It reminded me those days, when i had just shifted to Delhi, and i got a ‘shoonya’ in ‘shrutlekh’ and the teacher made me a cock in front of the whole class! It reminded me of those days, when i had no friends, and my toy-dog used to be my only companion. It reminded me of those days, when i thought that i was incompetent. There were times, when i related myself to the protagonist of the movie. Of misfires, of flame-outs, of fizzles, of misplays. And much-more.
Oops, this was supposed to be a post on my hair-raiser week-end. Lets get back to it.
I visited quite a few new places. Khan Market’s Chocola, Khan Chacha and Big Chill. then Greater Kailash’s Minar and Cafe Turtle. All in a span of four days! Chocola is a neat upmarket place, that doesnt have much on the menu, but has got lot of comfort with its refined furniture. Of all the places i have been, nothing can match Big Chill. Amazing place, amazing people, amazing cuisine, and has the best mousee in the city! Minar is a family dine-out place, with formal seating, and too boring for a friends-get-together. Cafe Turtle, was a quiet place, with nothing non-vegetarian in their menu(atleast i could’nt spot any!). Any place with no non-veg is too ho-hum for me! Khan Chacha, he needs no description, atleast not mine. He is certified with an ISO 9001 mark. You have to savour his rolls, to know that the place is actually good.
I also went for a teerath-yatra(religious expedition) to the Church and the Gurudwara. It was a head-trip. The Sacred Heart Cathedral, one day before Christmas, is a sight to see. With the Church braided in beauty, and little kids dressed as Santa Claus’s rehearsing for the choirs, adored the place. It was followed by a trip to the Gurudwara Bangla Sahib, where I learnt pretty much about religions. I thought that the most exciting part was the ‘langar’, which is said to be a token of God’s blessings. Men, women without discrimination of caste, creed, religion, sect, sit together on the same mattress and have food together. The guy smelling of the penetrating odor of stale sweat, to a woman who cannot afford to offer two square meals to her children, to people who can afford everything they desire are offered the same treatment. And you aren’t supposed to waste even a morsel of food that is given as ‘langar’ you actually realize how lucky you are, when you meet people of those sorts, who cannot afford the minimalist pleasures of life, and yet are content with whatever they have. And we people, who have the basic needs and still lust for more! What a stark difference in the same ambit.
Guess that’s a lot for one-weekend. I am gifted with a gargantuan potential to be on the move, within the constraints of my time. I can just go round and round places, exploring hang-out joints. It’s like a pastime. I hate to visit a eat-out place, more than once. If a place is good, it is good; you don’t need to go twice to re-affirm the fact. You might as well try a new place, and rate it!
So there is the story of my transit from a holiday mode, to the work mode, as I sit at work to type this post. Gusto!
circles…
Its been like a few light years, before i logged onto my blog again! and as i went through and saw my previous post, i was kinda amused by my tagline…
khamoshi-ek pal ke liye
and then it is followed by:
yet another weblog on wordpress.com!
what a stunt!
Mere saath khamoshi sirf ek pal tak rehti hai, uske baad to mera muh band hi nahi hota!
Sometimes, i wonder that i really talk a lot, words show who i am. and sometimes, its those very words that inhibit me from expressing myself. I realise, that off lately, i have just stopped socialising myself. Am i suffering from misanthropia?! Its not people, but places that give me a high. i enjoy ‘with’ and ‘without’ people. I dont want to trust anymore for the fear of getting hurt. Things are just slipping away from my hands, and i lay petrified on a smiling carpet. Too much has been happening too fast.
Life seems like coerced now, as if it is being wrung by the hands of fate. Emotions seldom seem to affect me, and i thought i am a sentimental fool! There are very few people in my life, i truly want. And the dichotomy being that ‘they’ dont realise their importance.
I know a lot of people, but they are not friends. I talk to a lot of people, but they still dont know me. and there are people who dont even require words, to know who the real ‘me’ is. i have a huge network, but not a huge circle.
I realise, that wherever i go, any hang-out joint, there is no place where i dont seem to know people. people, people, people, everywhere…a few days back, i went out to watch a movie at noida, and met a college friend. The guy who accompanied me, has often met more friends of mine, than his, cuz everytime we are out, we bump across a few bunch of my folks! And this time, i was like…lets go to NFC, i am sure we wont find folks there, and we could peacefully talk.
We land in NFC, a find a bunch of 10 people out of which i knew only one of them. at any given point of time, every person in the group knew only 2 people, and we just kept proliferating. Someone’s friend, someone’s boyfriend, someone’s brother…people just kept trickling in, and the numbers increased. But i felt so out of place, they were old friends, but not close friends! Maybe, the only reason i had a good time, was because we trace down our friendship in deep annals of time.
Whats the point of knowing so many poeple, when they dont care for you? What is the point of knowing so many heads, when you dont care for them? They are just stagnant entries in your fone-book, and hang-out buddies if you accidently bump across them.
Friends from school are friends for life. Friends from college are friends till college. Friends from office are not friends at all.I was penning down something a few days back, though the thought was triggered by a friend of mine, and i attribute the last lines to ‘jumbo’…
When you are saturated and yet not satisfied,
When you are happy and yet not content
When you have the strength and yet dont want to play
When you are a winner, a winner of losses.
Thats how you make me feel
like a void
that is COMPLETELY FILLED
with ‘nothing’!
khamoshi-ek pal ke liye... 