Tuesday, December 06, 2016

Monday Morning.

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There was nothing enticing about this Monday morning. I wore my usual black pants with a white shirt. I applied my usual mascara and tangerine coloured lipstick. I picked my usual coffee and newspaper from the local cafe before proceeding towards the station to board a metro to my workplace. It was yet another mundane Monday morning and I was definitely not looking forward to it.

As I waiting for a friend to join me at the station, I noticed a man sitting on a bench. He was rummaging through the contents of his bag as he muttered something incoherent. There was something awfully plain about him. Something awfully regular. I spent more seconds gazing at him as he finally fished a paperback out of his bag. He carefully plucked his spectacles from the inner pockets of his bag and drifted into his own world of reading. He was probably unaware of my presence, of people walking around him, of the man selling tea behind him, of vagrants collecting stray pieces of paper near his feet. He was oblivious to the arrival and departure of trains as I was oblivious to everything around me. Not very often you come across someone who pulls you into their world at the very first sight. Not because they have exotic coloured eyes or great hair. It is mostly because they are your own flavour of people.

I wished I could talk to him, though. It would have been brilliant, wouldn’t it? To forego the responsibilities of work and walk to the closest coffee shop with him. We’d eat breakfast and talk about how much I loved Woody Allen movies while he’d tell me how he did not like a particular movie of his. We’d order more cups of coffee while he’d excuse himself to smoke. He’d come back to rekindle forgotten memories and lost conversations; we’d talk about our first loves and first jobs. And when we’d walk out of the coffee shop, it’s a little late in the day and we’d decide to watch a movie. In the darkness of the movie hall, I’d look at his otherwise imperfect features in awe while he’d run his fingers on my wrist sending tingles down my spine. We’d look at each other in the darkness like we’ve known each other for days. I am afraid, for years! In the evening, we’d spend hours on my balcony staring at the sunset while sharing crammed secrets. He would tell me about the girl that broke his heart brutally while I’d tell him about the painful death of my pet.

It wouldn't have been perfect but it would have been something.

My reverie of thoughts was easily broken with a tap on my shoulder. My friend was here and it was time for us to leave. The awfully plain yet the perfect guy was not to be seen anywhere. He must have left when I was tirelessly concocting stories in my head.

As I boarded the metro with my friend, I told her, “I saw the perfect guy for me.”

“And?”

“I should have told him a hi, ” I sighed.


But some stories were only meant to live in our head while I was meant to ruin my life with some more Excel sheets today.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Sixteen.

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Sixteen and naive,
You're oblivious to the possibilities of life,
Tying your fate to the boy in the next class, you dream of a future under pine trees and starlit skies.

Sixteen and unbroken,
You're yet to experience the pleasure of pain,
Strolling on the beach and building sand castles, you imagine life is always this simple.

Sixteen and brisk,
You're galaxies away from cherishing the luxury of slowing down,
Darting from one moment to another, living without a pause sounds like a true achievement to you.

Sixteen and broke,
You still haven't met the delight of owning things you lay your eyes own,
As you walk from a bookstore to a clothing store in a huge mall, you think window shopping is a feast worthy enough.

Sixteen and wide-eyed,
You're yet to travel and unravel the beauty and the mysteries of the world,
Glancing at the images in an old magazine, you wonder if you'll ever dip your feet in one of those exotic beaches.

Young and still unexposed to the realities of life, you dream and fail.
You pick yourself up each time you fall.
You will not know that you'll be offered second chances, mercies, and countless opportunities.
You will not know how it feels to get your heartbroken and heal with no one by your side.
You will not know how scary darkness is and how strongly you fight back for light.
You will not know how gratifying it is to come home with suitcases of souvenirs and heart full of memories.
You will not know how truly amazing it is to have someone by your side, who picks your battles like they're his own.
You will not know the beauty of the things you'll create and go to sleep with a satisfaction that's self-made.

Someday, you will know all this.
You must then remember, that you were destined for this.
That at sixteen, you didn't know what was in store for you.
But you were destined.
For this, and more.

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Things Running In My Head.

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The common cold is a common occurrence for me. During Winters, we practically meet and greet every morning. While I can say it's the only constant in my life, during sickness and health (because hey, I've learned to live with it), I despise it for very strong reasons like - sounding like a mouse during important meetings and having a red nose. But when I see people around me, who are prone to such things, I feel glad, because I'm not the only one with this petty sickness and with so many of them around me, nothing can truly bog me down. I revel in such things.

This afternoon, as I was watching the return of Gilmore Girls while dabbing tins of Vicks, I was called into the living room. My father had to introduce me to our really sweet landlord, who was sorry about the loss of my mother. He talked about the pain he went through when he lost his father, and when his wife lost her's at a very tender age. This brings me to a strange thought - Do we feel better when we know that we are surrounded with people who experience similar forms of pain and confusion like us? Does it make us feel that we aren't alone in this and that at every junction of life, we'll meet people who have overcome the struggles and losses of their life?

Most of the times, we crave the company of people when we are truly happy or when we want to celebrate our victories or promotions. In sadness, we claim that we want to be left alone. However, whenever we come across stories of loss that happen to people we know, hear of, or even fictional heroes, we understand that pain and loss are a part and parcel of everything we do. It certainly is comforting to know that we're not alone in this, even when we say we are.

So what is it? Do we basically feel secure when people around us are going through similar stuff that we are experiencing? Or are we just selfish even in the pursuit of this whole thing?

I guess I'll keep looking for a finite answer.


Sunday, November 13, 2016

Saahasam Swaasaga Saagipo: Movie Review.

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I've always wondered if the first flush of love is as charming as Gautam Vasudev Menon's portrayal. Be it the delinquency that it brings as shown in 'Cheli' to the subtle elegance that he shows in 'Gharshana', the sheer madness of it is magical enough for us to desire its experience. But his movies bring more than just that to the table.

It might get a little redundant if I say this, but we all know that Menon's movie introductions are always crucial because the entire story unfolds right from the beginning. Naga Chaitanya, your quintessential boy next door, finishes his MBA and tries to figure his life out when he meets Manjima Mohan, your girl next door. As you might have gathered from the trailer, she is his sister's friend and stays for a couple of weeks at their place. While he finds her attractive, it's mostly during this stay, he falls in love with her. This whole track of the movie is quite amazing and adding to that, Rahman's soulful music is nothing short of brilliant! Soon, he plans a road trip to Kanya Kumari on his Royal Enfield and confides in her, and on the morning he sets off, she asks him to take her along on the trip. When the beautiful trip comes to an end, he convinces to drop her home. But things take an adverse U-turn when they meet with an accident.

The transformation of the movie from the first half to post-intermission is effortlessly done because I wouldn't want to jump from a wonderful feel good moment to a series of action sequences and suspense so easily. But I did because Menon kept delving into the plot wisely enough to keep the audience well-involved in the movie. Usually, movies come with a predictability card of boy meets girl and falls in love, the introduction of a problem and its closure. It's all a happy ending. But in this case, I thoroughly enjoyed watching the layers of the protagonist as he went from one stage of the issue to another. Nicely done by Naga Chaitanya! The fact that Manjima Mohan and Baba Sehgal are fresh faces when it comes to the movies hasn't kept them away from performing that convincingly. Honestly, it was a treat to see them onscreen!

I don't want to be a killjoy by revealing the plot any further, but I'll say this - it has all the right ingredients of love, emotion, loss, trauma, and comedy at the right areas in right amounts. With a typical Menon ending, this one too makes you walk out of the theater with a large grin on your face. Sure, the climax wasn't as exciting I imagined but what the hell? The movie was beautiful enough for one to even think of it.

And what else do you actually need in life? A sense of purpose, an object of interest, a person to love, a friend who is crazy enough to support everything you do, a wonderful song to sing, and a reaffirmation that you can constantly discover and be surprised with what you can do in (and with) life. Your life is so sorted, man!


Thursday, November 10, 2016

A Room Without Windows.

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I once asked for a room of my own.
Several months and appeals later, I got one.
But with no windows.
As a person fond of windows, I found this deplorable.
Confined to the four walls of the room with a shelf full of books and a painting of a mountain on the wall, I began to make conversations with words on blank sheets and stories inside books with slightly torn pages.
I fell in love with words and together, we realized that we had stories to tell and hearts to win.
It was in this little room I grew familiar with Elizabeth Bennet and her love for Darcy.
Here, I discovered Shelley and her Frankenstein and grew weary of the mysterious things the world held in itself.

The adventures were many, but I was a lover of windows and longed for a room with one.
And when I got one, I rejoiced!
I was no longer a prisoner of my thoughts and imagination.
Now, I had visitors in the form of pigeons and neighbours who took long morning walks.
I began noticing the tasks of the watchmen in the night, and slowly fell into the regular pattern of life.
I grew weary again, and this time, it wasn't short lived.
I wondered if this was what life was all about? Mornings and nights, noons and evenings withheld probably nothing that the stories I read offered.

Horrified with the banal reality of life, I wanted to run back to the room with no windows.
Where I went fishing with Tom Sawyer and pictured the view of River Thames in the words of Pip.
It was here that I wrote alongside Ruskin Bond and the likes because they were my only windows to the world I desperately wanted to belong.


But like words, there was a lot in life, that once said and done, had no going back.
 

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