I happened to read Sidin’s interview on one of the sites while browsing; its’ quite interesting to find a guy who is an IIM-A pass out and who left a decent job to take “writing” as a full time profession!! Since then I have been visiting his blog. One fine day I randomly jumped to another blog via Sidin’s blog and have become a big time fan of this chap called Abhinav! I really admire people who have a good sense of humor and my admiration grows all the more when they can map their “sense of humor” into words!! This guy seems to be just too good at it…everytime I am pissed off from this place called “office” or when work stops fascinating me (not that I am fascinated by it at any point of time!), I simply read this blog and end up giggling!!
When I read Abhinav’s blog, I was forced to think about the content on my blog and I was astonished to find out that the whole stuff on my blog was so “senti” and “nostalgic”!!! I had/ have no intentions what so ever to compare any two blogs; only that I was a bit surprised on this discovery! Most of the people who know me are aware about my humorous side, and what surprised me was not even one tiny tweety bit of it was present in my blog!! Somewhere I realized that each time I had scribbled something on my blog was at an instance when I was too full of nostalgia and emotions and found my blog as the best place to vent out those emotions…only on such occasions the “dormant writer” in me wakes up!! I always believe that each one of us has a unique way of letting out our emotions; I happen to pour it out in words too full of sentiments and nostalgia managing with my limited, restricted writing skills and vocabulary…people like Abhinav, on the other hand happen to vent it out in the funniest possible combination of words!!! As far as my sense of humor is concerned, I happen to use it with myself and people around…and most importantly I find myself handicapped in mapping my Sense of Humor with my writing skills…very much unlike Abhinav! Maybe someday, I’ll write something “humorous”…at the end of day your blog is the space to write whatever you feel like, its’ not about writing good or bad; its’ just about putting your thoughts, perceptions, ideas at some place that you own…
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Friday, May 19, 2006
My trip to "Dewas"
Its’ been almost three months I had gone home…the office seemed to piss me off completely. I finally took a day’s off and went home…long awaited trip…
Each time I go home and step out of the train, the very sight of aai baba (thats what I call my Mum and Dad) searching for me and change in those facial expressions when they “actually” find me…is priceless….but at the same time I am so filled with the guilt of leaving the two most important people of my life alone…people whose life revolved around their kids…whose thoughts, actions, plans…everything was centered at us…but then the satisfaction on their faces proves all my guilt wrong…strange feelings…aren’t they!?
Dewas, my home town, a "kasba" ("kasba" as in a place just slightly bigger than a village) thats what my friends call Dewas and tease me!!!…but I feel so thrilled whenever I go to that place…a place where almost everyone knows each other…a place where if I walk for even 5 minutes, I meet people who know me since I was a kid…a place where people are more genuine than what I see here…a place with small shops and no "malls"...a place that have small bunglows and colony culture unlike multi-storeyed buidings in townships...a place where I have spent most of my years…
Whenever I go to Dewas, I make it a point to meet a few people for sure…if not in person, I call them up…Khanuja aunty who lives across the lane always asks me to come home…this time I couldn’t go and meet her; when I was finally leaving, she just came out and gave me a box, said, “I had prepared some stuff yesterday…tu aayi hai to leke ja "(now that you have come, take some stuff with you). I opened the box and found “mathri” and sweets…on my way back I wondered that for some 3-4 odd months I didn't even know who my neighbours were when I shifted to my flat in Mumbai...!!! I thought about the difference in the lifestyles of people living in a metro city and the ones living in a small town…not that one is good and the other is bad…but then there so huge a difference in the way people live, people behave, people feel…
Its’ been almost an year and a half I have lived in Mumbai…enjoyed the lifestyle of a “metro”…been to places that I hadn’t even thought of when I was in Dewas…but down in my heart, I still think, feel and behave(most of the times) like a girl from a small town…even today I’ll enjoy sleeping on a terrace in summers than in a closed room with AC…I’ll enjoy dropping in at aunty’s place who lives across the lane without a prior appointment…I’ll enjoy to go to one of the fields in the outskirts of my town with family and friends in one of those winter afternoons with a lunch box than going to a pub or disc…enjoy a glass of "ganne ka ras" (sugarcane juice) than having a glass of COKE in a Pizza Hut joint…somewhere down in my heart I have kept an option open of settling down in a small place rather than a “metro” city…I don’t know how correct and practical it is or what will be the repercussions of the decisions I take…whatever that decision may be....keep waiting;)...even I am waiting....
Each time I go home and step out of the train, the very sight of aai baba (thats what I call my Mum and Dad) searching for me and change in those facial expressions when they “actually” find me…is priceless….but at the same time I am so filled with the guilt of leaving the two most important people of my life alone…people whose life revolved around their kids…whose thoughts, actions, plans…everything was centered at us…but then the satisfaction on their faces proves all my guilt wrong…strange feelings…aren’t they!?
Dewas, my home town, a "kasba" ("kasba" as in a place just slightly bigger than a village) thats what my friends call Dewas and tease me!!!…but I feel so thrilled whenever I go to that place…a place where almost everyone knows each other…a place where if I walk for even 5 minutes, I meet people who know me since I was a kid…a place where people are more genuine than what I see here…a place with small shops and no "malls"...a place that have small bunglows and colony culture unlike multi-storeyed buidings in townships...a place where I have spent most of my years…
Whenever I go to Dewas, I make it a point to meet a few people for sure…if not in person, I call them up…Khanuja aunty who lives across the lane always asks me to come home…this time I couldn’t go and meet her; when I was finally leaving, she just came out and gave me a box, said, “I had prepared some stuff yesterday…tu aayi hai to leke ja "(now that you have come, take some stuff with you). I opened the box and found “mathri” and sweets…on my way back I wondered that for some 3-4 odd months I didn't even know who my neighbours were when I shifted to my flat in Mumbai...!!! I thought about the difference in the lifestyles of people living in a metro city and the ones living in a small town…not that one is good and the other is bad…but then there so huge a difference in the way people live, people behave, people feel…
Its’ been almost an year and a half I have lived in Mumbai…enjoyed the lifestyle of a “metro”…been to places that I hadn’t even thought of when I was in Dewas…but down in my heart, I still think, feel and behave(most of the times) like a girl from a small town…even today I’ll enjoy sleeping on a terrace in summers than in a closed room with AC…I’ll enjoy dropping in at aunty’s place who lives across the lane without a prior appointment…I’ll enjoy to go to one of the fields in the outskirts of my town with family and friends in one of those winter afternoons with a lunch box than going to a pub or disc…enjoy a glass of "ganne ka ras" (sugarcane juice) than having a glass of COKE in a Pizza Hut joint…somewhere down in my heart I have kept an option open of settling down in a small place rather than a “metro” city…I don’t know how correct and practical it is or what will be the repercussions of the decisions I take…whatever that decision may be....keep waiting;)...even I am waiting....
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
down the memory lane...
I had started writing something...but then suddenly I was bombarded with "work"...yes..."work"...that I am not used of...So my scribbling was put on hold till now...even now I have "work"...but everyone deserves a break...isn't it...??
I recieved an email from one of my friends today...a forward to be specific...I usually ignore forwards, but happened to check out this one...and That was one of height of coincidence!! It was actually everything I had started scribbling about...
So, here it is...I am sure all of you will go down the memory lane of your childhood...its' really nostalgic...
When gulli-danda and kanche (marbles) were more
popular than cricket…
When we always had friends to play aais-paais (I-Spy), chhepan-chhepai and pitthoo anytime…
When we desperately waited for 'yeh jo hai jindagi'
When chitrahaar, vikram-baitaal, dada daadi ki
kahaniyaan were so
fulfilling…
When there was just one tv in every five houses and
When bisleris were not sold in the trains and
we were worrying if papas will get back into the train in time or not when they were getting down
at stations to fill up the water bottle…
When we were going to bed by 9.00pm sharp except for
the 'yeh jo hai zindagi' day ..
When Holis & Diwalis meant mostly hand-made pakwaans
and sweets and
moms seeking our help while preparing them…
When Maths teachers were not worried of our mummysand papas while slapping/beating us…
When we were exchanging comics and stamps and
chacha-chaudaris and billus were our heroes...
When we were in nanihaals every summer and loved flying kites and plucking and eating unripe mangoes and leechis ..
When one movie every Sunday evening on television
was more than asked
for and 'ek do teen chaar' and 'Rajni' inspired us .
When 50 paisa meant at least 10 toffees ...
When left over pages of the last years notebooks
were used for rough work or even fair work .
When 'chelpark' and 'natraaj' were encouraged
against 'reynolds and family' ..
When the first rain meant getting drenched and
playing in water and mud
and making 'kaagaz ki kashtis' ...
When there were no phones to tell friends that we
will be at their homes at six in the evening .
When we were using our hearts more than our brains,
even for
scientifically brainy activities like 'thinking' and
'deciding'
When we were crying and laughing more often, more
openly and more sincerely…
When we were enjoying our present more than worrying
about our future…
When being emotional was not synonymous to being
weak…
When sharing worries and happinesses didnt mean
getting vulnerable to the listener .
When blacks and whites were the favourite colors
instead of greys…
When journeys also were important and not just the
destinations....
the list can be endless...
I recieved an email from one of my friends today...a forward to be specific...I usually ignore forwards, but happened to check out this one...and That was one of height of coincidence!! It was actually everything I had started scribbling about...
So, here it is...I am sure all of you will go down the memory lane of your childhood...its' really nostalgic...
When gulli-danda and kanche (marbles) were more
popular than cricket…
When we always had friends to play aais-paais (I-Spy), chhepan-chhepai and pitthoo anytime…
When we desperately waited for 'yeh jo hai jindagi'
When chitrahaar, vikram-baitaal, dada daadi ki
kahaniyaan were so
fulfilling…
When there was just one tv in every five houses and
When bisleris were not sold in the trains and
we were worrying if papas will get back into the train in time or not when they were getting down
at stations to fill up the water bottle…
When we were going to bed by 9.00pm sharp except for
the 'yeh jo hai zindagi' day ..
When Holis & Diwalis meant mostly hand-made pakwaans
and sweets and
moms seeking our help while preparing them…
When Maths teachers were not worried of our mummysand papas while slapping/beating us…
When we were exchanging comics and stamps and
chacha-chaudaris and billus were our heroes...
When we were in nanihaals every summer and loved flying kites and plucking and eating unripe mangoes and leechis ..
When one movie every Sunday evening on television
was more than asked
for and 'ek do teen chaar' and 'Rajni' inspired us .
When 50 paisa meant at least 10 toffees ...
When left over pages of the last years notebooks
were used for rough work or even fair work .
When 'chelpark' and 'natraaj' were encouraged
against 'reynolds and family' ..
When the first rain meant getting drenched and
playing in water and mud
and making 'kaagaz ki kashtis' ...
When there were no phones to tell friends that we
will be at their homes at six in the evening .
When we were using our hearts more than our brains,
even for
scientifically brainy activities like 'thinking' and
'deciding'
When we were crying and laughing more often, more
openly and more sincerely…
When we were enjoying our present more than worrying
about our future…
When being emotional was not synonymous to being
weak…
When sharing worries and happinesses didnt mean
getting vulnerable to the listener .
When blacks and whites were the favourite colors
instead of greys…
When journeys also were important and not just the
destinations....
the list can be endless...
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