Last Night Cranky

I'm sure we've all had our shares of waiting. For food, online delivery, holidays, Durga Puja, salary, people, job, time, luck, love.
 The waiting time and pain is always a relative issue. I probably had to do the longest wait of my life (in my mind) at EEDF today. Suddenly I started to question all the previous prayers that I had forever been doing, for that one person, for that one promotion, for that one onsite, and why? I wish I had prayed for the health instead.

Titoo kept on saying it's all because of the stress so shift back (and then do what? Sell Aquaguards maybe. No moral policing please). The Pune gang kept on laughing at my not being desirable enough anymore and how I'll always have my market :D
Amidst all of these, the wait. I have forever hated hospitals. The smell of it makes me sick. Today when I looked around and found Maa beside me, waiting with me, for me, it was one of those scary moments when you don't know how would you ever survive days like these alone in future.

So that's that ladies and gentlemen, that's how I wasted the final day before leaving Kolkata (and I don't have the luxury to be home easily). I apologize to all the gods and goddesses for swearing at the Doctors for whichever reason(s). They indeed deserve to be chosen, for all the reasons that you can think of. And today, I agreed on the point.
Rest, JGD.

No point in doing the why-me jazz. Even with million pounds now, I shall survive :)
Kolkata, I'll miss you immensely like I always do
<3 p="">That's all.

Have you ever noticed how
In
The list, that you left incomplete,
The new, where, I cannot compete;

The 8B Montauk,
The Denzong momo stock,
The Maidan greenery,
The Phari eatery,
The Pizza-s veg,
The Subs non-veg,
The AC Volvo bus,
The 3am ice cream fuss,
The SCM ground floor,
The Ruby Gateway more,
…,
…,

Even though has so much of you,
Had a little of me.
And maybe,
Still has,
All of me.

-Abhishikta

Pune Peeps

Well, this has been a long overdue. The way we have been planning for it, when I say we, I mean more of them and little of me. Pune felt like home where Diptarka wakes you up, Raja does not let you do the dishes, Isita treats you daaaays after the actual birthday, Anuradha arranges for ONE KILOGRAM Biryani and Barua gets you Scooty rides and even lets you drive it (till you eventually turn it upside down on the main road). Also, NOW the Ankitas are pissed because their names have not been mentioned (YES) :D

This trip showed me the amazing Mumbai-Pune highway where the first few kilometers from Pune is like a movie. Strangely, I did not like Mumbai. Sure it is a city with a lot of people and old buildings, Colaba felt like the Barabazar side and apparently people live a life of their own without interfering in your lives, unlike our dear old hometowns but then, there is this strange rush that I felt. I remember wanting to spend a year (each) of my life in Delhi and Mumbai but then, now I know I won’t enjoy the Mumbai bit as much as I thought I would. Guha had been praising the city and Chowdhury never liked it so I HAD to go see. Also, I had to check the Marine Drive point off the wishlist one, and two, I have been wanting to sing “Yeh raatein yeh mausam” beside the Mumbai sea for a very long time.  I was touched the way the Pune Peeps planned for Mumbai just because I wanted, on a very rainy day when eventually the Pune-Mumbai highway was sealed. Good that I got to see the ever so famous and filmy Mumbai rains as well. And it is, OVERRATED, except for the sea sides which become heavenly. The heaven was a little too much for Guha who felt down by the brush of the high tide waves right in front of Taj, on the road and injured herself badly.  Jittering down the Marine semicircle in the rain is quite a life moment. Marine Drive, check. Special Dhanyavaad to Chowdhury and Guha here, I would not mention why but all my love  ^_^

Talking back about Pune, I realized how overrated and overpriced Bangalore is. I remember this bus bhaiya telling me that from the main Pune bus junction to my stop, the time span would depend on “traffic” and coming from Bangalore, anything kept on traffic front for me is somewhere between 1.5-2 hours. So I slept off and almost missed my stop which came in 15 minutes, yeah, traffic. Pune also got me a big happy pub night with Chintudada and a long Bullet ride of course. His new take on life actually made me realize how much the world has moved forward and I am somewhere lagging behind, my horrible pretentiousness apart. It was so nice to have somebody high to drop the high you home without trying to hit on you. These are the moments when I start to question my decision of living alone always. Pune also gave the assurance that even my wishes and demands deserve to be acknowledged by people, even if it is as small as Poach and Maggi or as big as, (maybe not) :)

What would I ever do without you people :)

Eid Mubaraq

Eid this year has been special, my first ever Roza wali Eid. Now for all those who don't know, fasting is not much of a big deal for me but skipping water is quite an impossibility. So this time, I did my three Roza-s, the way they should be done,  and for probably the first time in my life, I did something dedicated to the Gods without a million demands in return :)

I was extremely touched when I found a gift wrapped with a note saying "Aapki Eidi Memsaab" at my desk. I had just finished my lunch with a million bullet questions from Abhimanyu on my sudden stressed face (aisi kyu lag rhi ho) and yes, I was (read am) extremely stressed with the game of IT. I hope someday you get to experience the feeling of love and remembrance in an environment where you know 99% people are better than you, better established than you, and, hate you. Just that I've become too much of a stone to cry (even happy tears) these days but yes, I'm going to treasure the memory of this day forever, and hence the post of course. Narmada and Anju had been their sweetest best in remembering my "Eidi demands". Dippy eyed I became, totally.

This of course was followed by forbidden chocolates that we got from Denmark and the food at mosque road which would spoil you during Ramzaan. It indeed was a Mubaraq Eid for me this time. Little mercies truly. Cannot wait for Ulto Roth and homecoming now, before the horrible August comes to tear me apart again.

Eid Mubaraq everyone :)

Om Namah Shivaya.

While getting the water quota before the 'party', the site of the roadside covered balcony and the hoarding on road that says 'Hyderabad' and an up arrow, made me remember a similar night when Megha stayed up the entire night, looking at the same hoarding at the same spot.

Who said it once that the givings and takings of love are too beautiful to be evil? He was so bloody right.  

As for Megha, I hope she finds her peace wherever she is. To life, AMEN.