…while I was waiting an endless wait on one such Friday
night and people casually left because they forgot, I waited till there was no
hope left in the office and no food in the locality but EcoSpace looked just so
pretty.
Six months later,
Not half as happy or excited as I thought I would be but
yeah, some ego boost there.
JGD :)
And now I know why Angana was sulking about waiting for the
important ‘firsts’ for soooo long that it does not matter as much as it should
have.
Anyway, EcoSpace on Friday nights continue to look its prettiest best.
Careful what you wish for they say. I wished to post this song someday. Okay, definitely no firang angle to it like I had expected, nevertheless. The song :')
So a year of blood and sweat and tears and what not. Still do
not know where to be happy or sad about it. Still do not know if I love or hate
it. Experiences quite a lot, good, bad, ugly and VERY ugly. However, here’s
welcoming year 2 with many eye brow lifts. I wanted to write more but, anyway.
Bangalore felt like Bangalore in the last one week, 4 days
to be exact. It had almost started to feel like Kolkata otherwise, weather wise
at least. But there is definitely sheer joy in being able to tuck in that bed
sheet while sleeping (even if you’re late for office as a consequence) or when
the door bangs on and on and on for the breeze (all thanks to Smita’s early
morning shifts).
And to end the day with rains and continuous rains. It was just last week or
maybe the week before I think, when I was whining about not being able to count
rains and enjoy rains and all that jazz but today, this moment, right before
Friday when I listen to this song (posted beneath and my current obsessive loop)
I want to freeze this moment.
Totally out of content but I suddenly remembered how I had closed all my
windows during one such rainy evening during last semester (please tell me you
remember THIS at least, nevermind, I do)
because I would have failed otherwise, with my obsessive rain gazing and post
rain thinking. Now that I have only thoughts, I have started to love rains
more. If only I had a bed side window like I had. Anyway, as I always say,
shobar shob hoyna.
Also WB, Yeh kya kiya? But yes, I was not responsible enough to go cast my vote
(I blame poverty though) so I should not ghyan ghyan much. But for the zero
contact, zero money, zero advantage people, tough times if you ever planned to
shift back.
And the song :)
not exactly saat samundar paar but yeah, 1946
kilometers, distance enough.
I was browsing through the May blogs of the last two years
and found nothing on Mother’s day. Maybe I never felt this day like this, before
today (and when I say today I mean Saturday) when I woke up with yesterday’s ‘see-what-you’ve-missed’
feelings and then BANG, my middle finger decided to tear itself apart ((and it
had to be that finger da). Okay Okay, I made it sound too dramatic but to
welcome Mother’s Day with injections all by me self made me realize how much we
need people, mother’s to be more specific, around.
All my Oh-I-can-manage-on-my-own shit almost rattled
yesterday after something I have promised not to bring up, and absolutely went
down the Hoogly today when I had to go visit the doctor alone (then of course
Smita, Nivedita came to my rescue). The roommates rushed to the medical store
for initial first aid and I realized how important it is to have people in your
life. Lucky are the people who have people who stay irrespective of better
options or the perfect people who are the keepers/takers. The living all by
myself is not a great idea after all. Ankita and Aritri, for you two too.
And then there was the mother dearest who made sure I eat,
made sure I get dressing, made sure I get the tetanus, even though she sits far
away and worries away to glory for this and everything that is wrong in my life,
which again is, everything.
I would never NEVER dare to be a mother, I would not be that
great, I cannot be that great. Plus single motherhood adoption rules. But then,
first every eka treatment, check. Such jor kore boro howa and all that jazz
apart, manageable stuff, minus the jor!
Okay enough bhaat,
Happy Mother’s Day.
I wish Dida was around for this day and the gifts made her soooper happy.
Also, I think it’s time to delete a number that says ‘Aaaaaaphrika’. The mother
would be slightly happy maybe. For now. Ouch my hands! :[
Also kinare, ‘cause my Pune peeps reminded me of it ^_^ I wish I was a part of the Music festical today, there.
Did I mention I had this most amazing lunch dessert session in the middle of rain on Friday from 4-6pm? So we have this mid tech Park food joint and if you're lucky you will get the seats beside the fountains. And if you are luckier, it'll start to rain, you won't be able to reach back to your tower. Good people, good music, rain, pizza, ice cream. It so made up for the bad Friday start. Kinare... and the CCD beside will have lanterns that will swing in the rhythm of the breeze and you won't hate Bangalore so much at such evenings. It would be dark and cloudy and clouds would depress you but then... Kinare.
