life has decided to always happen to her in various ways...
say work.. and the good growth that happened.. it was a project she refused.. and then eventually it made it her way coz the other person got sacked.. (yeah.. imagine the horror of doing a project like that!).. but it's changed her world... and here she is standing on a soap box and telling world how much she loves her job! (~touchwood!)
a konkan trip... it brought people and places closer to her in ways she had not thought.. it's given her great buddies and a love for sea food as well! :D here she is doing bbq's with the very best of them eating it merrily! such is the simple warmth of life.. (and several other trips)
her car.. her happy lil jonga! Bengaluru.. the autos! how she managed to save up enough she'll never know.. destined? just about maybe!! it personifies what it has proudly written on it's black lil behind.. "every declaration of independence is an act of adventure!"
her lava lamp - she can stare at it making funny shapes at her.. it'll warm her heart.. it'll make her thoughtful.. it'll simply be the source that silences the jangling after a long day and peace-ifies her!
her love of people.. which gives into love of places so that she can escape the people! ;) the idle chatter of a warm cafe.. the lonely walker down the road... the ability to get lost in the eyes of fellow travellers... it keeps her busy and keeps her warm.. !
her fondness of the guitar... it was just a moment in time as the six strings were strummed and she stood there frozen with her soul in a frenzy!
her paintings... she started off with practised scenery... now it's just abstracts that fill her soul and pour on her canvas! she loves the conversations they create... she loves being able to look at them and see their meaning change as life around her changes!
and then conversations such as these to keep her amused while she sips on blackberry ice tea and munches on apple cake...
barman: i was in SFO this new year
that the gay capital of US
we were sick of seeing guys together
finallly in the club we so some guy girl thing happening
me: ok so u mean ladka log (and not ladki log) maaro line 2u?
barman: y will ladka log
i meant in SFO.. there the gay rules are very liberal
(here comes the high point!)
barman: party mein i stuck between 2 women
me: ahaan!
barman: gay they were
me: u lived every man's secret fantasy!
(the 'climax!')
barman: 10 mins dance ke baad paata chala they were dancing with each other and not with me
me: :D :D :D :D
barman: i felt used
me: ok i take back the fantasy wala remark...
but dada think about it
'used by 2 women' - can it get better? ;)
barman: not really
me: :D such is life dada..
2 comments:
Being at home and surrounded by four kids aged between 11-1, life has become a bundle of noises: laughter/ crying/ cribbing/ fighting and the works..
Though I love them beyond anything but after reading posts like this, I truely miss my place and its silences..
sam: hugss! i escape into the noises of mumbai on and off only to be surrounded by the naughtiness of a 2 yr old brat!! but i know what you mean.. i escape to the noise and always want to come back.. sometimes through the noise we find we can meditate.. and when that happens.. u've found urself!!
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