Wednesday, May 27, 2009

travel travails

SO now in Bhilai, back to my non-cozy cocoon :(:( no, this aint another Bhilai this- Bhilai that rant of mine .. 
Though the true spice of India lies in travelling by second sleeper, thinking of the following reasons thwarts the thought:

1. 1500 kms in second sleeper means irritation due to wailing babies around, frustration due to a young couple doing ahem... wat eva :), helplessness when an old uncle speaks non stop on familiar topics like shares, politics and embarrassment when he asks me my favorite topic and I reply Food :(:( 

2. Company pays for 2nd AC , so why hurt our finance dept by turning down their offer ???

3. Exponential increase of temperature from Bangalore to Bhilai :)

4. Plug point ( though half the time not working ones) to charge mobile so that my boyfriend does not miss me :P

We had to take two trains, from Bangy-Nagpur and Nagpur to Durg.. Bangy to Nagpur was heaven travel.. These railway people did not have place in their stupid train from Nagpur-Durg for two hot and sexy girls :( So we had to take an open ticket and catch hold of TT to get some place to rest our tired ass which had travelled for one day already. The conversation bet my friend Nan and the TT :

Nan: Sir, we had booked our tickets thru internet.. It came to WL 4 and 5 and got cancelled.. We now have purchased a general ticket. can you arrange for some place in sleeper atleast.. even one seat would do (she s a poor disillusioned girl, thinkin both of us are size zero, but didn dare tell her anythin then, lest I should be roasted alive )

TT:yeh jo baajoo mein khade hain unka waiting 33 hai. maine unko mana kar diya. (roughly meaning the man here has waiting 33.. i refused him a seat, the inter-circuital meaning being, he needs money from us, more than what that man could offer)

Nan: teek hai sir, daal dijiye (and groped in her wallet for notes).

TT: 500+172 (172 being actual ticket fare..

She pays the price and we load ourselves and our luggage in the crystal latticed space available. Only to realise it was the TT s seat and his suitcase occupying half the seat allotted to us (side lower) and the guy opposite us giving us errr ahem  bad looks (yeah.. I know his hormones are perfectly functional, so no issues there :)) 

The fried rice aroma packed tempts us to eat, but the you-know-wat smell tempts us to never touch food for next ten days.. Finally we reach home at twelve, stinking, sweating, thirsty, hungry to find out there s a power failure and water supply gone too :( This is how Preeti is treated when she herself feels like taking a look at water, never given a chance to being non hydrophobic :(:(
Rest in next guys and girls :):) Cheers till then :):)

Tuesday, May 12, 2009


I remember getting down at school with her in the cycle rickshaw just before prayer bell...

I remember her smile from the heart, which has the magnetic attraction to brighten up anyone's grumpy mood...

I remember teaching her Physics light and sound problems just before the exams...

I remember her giving her time and space for me always...

I remember her kiddo bro, who used to come rushing at her at the four thirty bell, perhaps the only soul who loved her..

I remember her puking blood one day...

I remember her last brave smile...

God has perhaps made a sensible choice to give her permanent peace away from the turbulent domestic life she lived...

Yet, thinking of her, a silent tear drops down my cheeks, thinking of the positivity she radiated despite her problems, the attitude she lived with, seeking no solace in the cowardly covers of sympathy. Sometimes life becomes so so hard on you and reality slaps across your face left-right-left, not giving you time to accept things the way they are. Not able to face the truth, hiding in the cozy cacoon of non-veracity, hoping for some improbable miracle. Hoping you were in some other place. Hoping you never knew the person so close, and hoping the emotional shackles will break away soon, not affecting you with unfathomable grief. Feel like writing no more.Sheela, will ever be yours. Still, I wish I had a time-turner.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Sacred Space- The Garden

For the Garden of your daily living

Plant three rows of peas:
1. Peace of mind
2. Peace of heart
3. Peace of soul

Plant four rows of squash:
1. Squash gossip
2. Squash indifference
3. Squash grumbling
4. Squash selfishness

Plant four rows of lettuce (let us):
1. Lettuce be faithful
2.Lettuce be kind
3. Lettuce spread love

No garden is without turnips (turn-ups):
1.Turnip for meetings
2.Turnip to protest injustice
3.Turnip to help others

And in our garden we must have enough Thyme (time):
1. Thyme for each other
2.Thyme for family and friends
3.Thyme for oneself

Water freely with forbearance and see the fruits of your garden, what you reap is what you sow.
PS: No doubt, you are eading this in Preeti's blog.. something hatke.. but hope you appreciatemy meek yet sincere attempt. Cheers :)