Ni Aaja Veh !

A sudden trip

A protective talk

And a scare of a flight,

That reconfirmed fears.

Music in my ears

With no sleep in the eyes

Welcome to the land of heart and chaat!

Long days and longer nights

So much activity, yet empty minds!

They drink, they make merry

We mollycoddle, we screw up.

They eat, they sleep

We plan, we weep.

Yet within those gorgeous marble walls

We speed our way through Canadian balls.

Then Moet and moi fly hand in hand

To touch base on the Bolly land.

Some more smiles, a lot more fun

The stress has gone, and love’s just begun.

Here…Comedy gets a dark face

That loves to hate

And hates to love

While Beauty gets an ugly face

That only sulks and loves to scare.

Office seemed like a distant dream,

When the smell of the lobby made us dizzy

We were in fact the welcoming committee…

Who welcomed even a thank you meal :)

And then there were these...

• A long rainy Sunday with DDLJ on the television
• The perfect shrug that goes with most office-unfriendly shirts
• The possibility of Goa. Yet again.
• Strawberry yogurt + Modern Family
• Knowing that work will be busier than ever
• Blasting ‘Switty Switty’ on random evenings
• Mommy’s perfected bread-pulao
• Finding that lost white shirt after an entire year
• Smell of a new book on my bedside stand
• Hugging the same old friends
• Big fat yearbook!
• Adu chatting with the fish in my room
• The snooze phenomena
• And...the waves in my hair

P.S. – I have dreaded and loved my ride back home for this entire Ganpati time. I love to see the beautifully lit city, the disco music blasting from within pandals or even right next to my cab. But I have underestimated my travel time, each time L

Will the rains really go away with the Raja ? Rains make September look pretty. I say stay till October at least...

I have no title...

When the prefect ends, what do we get?

Do we realise that it was not so perfect after all...

Do we try and be enthusiastic about the current not-so-perfect?

What is perfect anyway?

I used to think it’s a state of mind. But now I am convinced it’s a habit.

If I am relatively happy, and I stay that way for a fair amount of time, then I will probably call it perfect.

We are scared to let go of this perfect. Not because we won’t be happy again.

But may be because we are scared to invest the ‘habitual time’ in it, all over again!

I am happy today. Not jumpy happy. But ‘at peace’ happy.

So many things and so many people to be thanked for this.

Especially my stupid birthday :P

P.S. – That Girl in Yellow Boots out tomorrow. Disturbing yet a very interesting watch!