memories

Today’s my last day at home before I head back to the city. Everytime I come home, I see that there’s some renovation, a facelift given to the house. The last time, walls of the sitting room area were given a piiiink colour…truly hated it when I first saw it…but seems that the color’s growing on me now. This time, another greenhouse has been added to the playground leaving no space for the kids to play…not that there are any kids in the house now. We are a joint family and when we kids were small, the playground used to live up to its name..we’ve tried playing everything there…badminton, basketball, a kinda lawn tennis game that we invented, football, cricket, marbles, rock climbing…or rather mud climbing…everything. And being the only girl in the group didn’t help at all.
Now, I truly cherish those moments. Most of the cousins are of my age and are more like my friends. We’ve fought, had silly but dangerous accidents, made each other cry, got thrashed together, stole the beetroots from the garden, had silly ambitions like opening a pan shop…I’m glad I got to live those moments.
And tomorrow, I head back to reality…out from my cocoon to a whole new world!

Dear Friends...

So!!! My college life is finally over…for the time being atleast. It feels weird…
While in school, when my seniors gave their farewell speech, I so badly wished that I could be there with them. But when eventually it was my turn to exit from school life, I realized how much I would miss it, miss my school friends, miss seeing those cherry blossoms during exam time, miss Sports Day, miss watching those various basketball, football and all those sports activities that we were made to watch strictly…miss everything!!!
Then I moved on to college, where I had my own set of new friends and wonderful memories…some misunderstandings, some amazing musical nights, some great gossips, great movies and music that we could get hold of anything and anytime…and how can I forget the last minute preparations for a group song everytime!!! That was a different experience all-in-all.
Now, that part of my life is over…that careless, carefree life. Sometimes I wish I could change the hands of time so that I could relive those moments again…but then, I don’t think that would be a great idea since I have those set of memories and images stuck in my mind and I don’t really want to change that train of thought.
With nothing but memories I move on.
I do not know whether I will be meeting all my dear friends in the future.
I do not know whether we’ll have the same wavelength…laughing at those same stupid stuff.
I do not know whether we can gather a conversation when we meet yearrrrs later.
I do not know anything at all…
But I do know that I’ll cherish those carefree moments.
I do know that I’ll never regret meeting you.
I do know that I am glad our paths crossed.
Thank You my dear friends.
Thank You for everything!!!

father dear

These days, my father is “extra” creative. Just a few days back he asked me to get colored pencils, water colors, sketch pens, paintbrush…all the ingredients needed to give a shape to his creative idea. I will tell you what he is upto once his “thoughts” materializes…it’s in the process right now.
He knows how to push me…making me visualize his ideas and visions. However, this time I have failed in visualizing what he is upto. Some weird idea that I need to give some concentration and thought to. He is open to criticism and makes me judge what a particular outcome of his next step would be like. A businessman having no fear of taking risks…risks which have sometimes turned out to be fatal…but that does not deter him in anyway. Always looking forward…ahead always. Sometimes I wonder whether he was born way ahead of his time.
When I look at him, I see optimism. There is no such term as “impossible” in his dictionary. I am stubborn and I know where I got it from.
My parents form the perfect equation. They complement each other in everyway. Be it in their views, ideals, everything. Always having differences amongst themselves yet finding the perfect solution…I have differences with them on many issues yet, I’ve realized that I always steer towards their plans, which is commendable since I now know that am hard to be led.
And by the way, my father’s just gone ahead on his painting spree. Let's see what all’s going on…

my umbrella's unique...

I am still enjoying my holidays here in Gangtok, my hometown. Since I had a work with one of my friends today, we decided to meet in a particular music store in town. She reached there early and was waiting for me when I got there…but there was this one more friend, wearing the same white shirt and a darker tinge of blue jeans as mine.
A coincidence…………..Thank God she went her own way after catching up with some gossip.
Now, I have this blue umbrella which I am very fond of…it has dolphins wearing goggles all over. As we got out of the music store, there was a faint drizzle. I opened my umbrella and started walking when just a few steps ahead of me, I saw a lady carrying the same umbrella. Had she been far ahead of me, I wouldn’t have crossed the road…so then, like I said, I crossed the road.
I was waiting for that same friend in a shop while she was doing her work, when I saw out in the street several people carrying the same umbrella as mine…And to think that I thought it was unique!!!... Those people out there must have been thinking the same thing…

splashing away..

Saturated with studies, my cousin took a short break and headed home some few days back. She came back yesterday fully charged up. Both of us being pretty "healthy" (as in being wrong side of the scale), we decided to go everyday for swimming and even filled up the form and other formalities. And, today morning we were all geared up to swim diligently.
We reached the pool sometime around 8 am to find it totally crowded. People were pushing each other trying to pull off their strokes. This scene hit us bad since we were expecting the pool to be empty. Anyways, we decided to wait for sometime in the hope that people would start leaving. Now, waiting for thirty minutes in other circumstances would be a huge issue for me, but I totally enjoyed watching people swim today. Once inside the pool, we do not generally notice the strokes of people around unless of course they are way too obvious. However, the scene from outside the pool is pretty amusing I must say.
There was this couple, must be recently married. The husband was showing off all his strokes to his wife who was watching him with pride, smiling all the time. I was wondering whether the wife was smiling because she was really proud of him, or because he was making such a fool of himself! Then, there were these bunch of guys. The normal kind who like showing off, checking out the girls at the pool. Thinking about them makes me smile now. It seemed that all the guys were in the shallow side of the pool and the girls were towards the deep end. The guys were trying to show off to the girls hopelessly when in fact the girls could swim better than them.
There was this little girl around three years of age who was too scared to even touch the water. Her mother was trying to convince that poor kid by pointing towards other kids in the pool her age.
It is amazing how people try to swim with all the force in their body. I mean, we could practically hear the grunt and the noise from their mouth, nose and throat alongwith the vigorous splashing.
Watching all these, I lost track of the time. It was only when the lifeguard blew the whistle that I realised that it was now our turn to swim and for other people to watch us :) ...

the driver

Since I had shifted to a new place last weekend, I was not really sure which route my cab driver would follow. Thanks to the organisation I work for, that cabs are provided to-and-fro from the workplace.
Yesterday, being the first day that I was being dropped by the cab to my new place, my drop was clubbed with two other guys from my department. It was a weird combo, the three of us, since each of us have our houses at opposite corners of the city and to top it all, I was the last one on the drop list.
The ride began half an hour later than the scheduled time and we were in no mood for any compromises with the driver at the end of the day. After a little cribbing, we were on our way to our destination.
Small talks kept going on just to cover up the silence. The first drop was quite far..infact too far, the second one was a huge relief since my drop would be next. After my colleague got out of the car, I was slightly paranoid since I was there in the cab alone at 9pm in this huge city with only the driver beside me. The driver must have noticed it and he began small talk complaining about how unfair it was for me that my drop was clubbed with the other two. Then he proceeded on to say how some people are unreasonable enough to leave their colleagues even if they are only two minutes late than the scheduled pick-up time. The he asked me a funny question.."Do everyone at my place speak perfect English..?"I said.."Well, not everyone..." He was amazed and then he said something really inspiring.."Madam, had I had a chance to learn the language, I would speak fluently within 15 days." I told him that whenever I get a drop in his cab, I'll speak english with him..to which he just smiled.
Our conversation about language, the people of the city went on.. When I asked him how he charged his bill, and what about the owner of the car...to which he proudly said, "This is my car.." I wish everyone could see the change of tone in his voice and the glow on his face.
That instant, the driver showed me a ray of light.
He dropped me at my place after 2 hours....safely...each of us gaining a whole new respect...