Friday, September 25, 2015

"What do people do when they aren't working?"

I blame the long weekend for the suddent onslaught of posts I am subjecting you to.

Get ready for a play by play of exactly how gloriously I spent my Friday. I'll tell you why I feel need to do that though. It's because of something my Boss said last week. We were planning to leave home early in anticipation of raucous festivities on the streets in lieu of a Pujo and she said "What do people do when they aren't working?"

So here goes...

Maybe they take that pending guitar lesson. Learn how to tune the strings. It's fascinating. 

Maybe they go out and watch a good movie Boss...and spill popcorn all over their black t-shirt and eat a lot of popcorn even after the movie is over because why not? and because cheese dust. Yum. 

Maybe they also binge on dirt. The good kind. 

Chicken and tequila stuffed in potatoes...because that is apparently a thing..who knew Boss..who knew?!

Maybe they unexpectedly bump into has-been ancient Hindi soap stars who smile at them kindly and they feel weepy because soap star suddenly reminds them of a part of a life that is so dead right now.

Yeah. Just when the evening couldn't get any weirder
Maybe ...just maybe Boss they speed past empty stretches of streets that they only know as being  jam packed blocks of frustration that separate their home from their office.

You should try it some time Boss. Put your windows down, don't worry about the hair. Crank the music up and just....ride. 

PS. If I am the last person to watch Everest then this is a little redundant..but if not...please do. It's beautiful heart breaking and everything a movie should be. 

PPS. I don't know if my blog should have a trivia of the day thingy but there's this semi precious gemstone called Iolite. And it's of a unique blue black shade that reminds me of Dr Who a lot...and I know Sapphire is supposed to be my birthstone but I am adopting Iolite. It's me in a stone(nut)shell. 

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Happy Everything Should Be A Real Holiday

Yesterday was good. 

My teachers were so surprised and happy to see me. I think my school's a bit like a woolly mammoth. The moment you think all the warmth and glow of the world is extinct, you go to this refuge of an island where teachers will look at you the way they used to when you were a kid. They will remember the good you had  compared one of them to Halle Berry and how she always remembers that when she's having a hard time. They will look at you and tell you, you are brilliant. And for a second or maybe longer, you believe them too. 

I this. 

Today a friend is back in town faking a sick leave because she's been irritated with work in general. I totally understand and I thought of getting my old batchmates of college together as an impromptu reunion. So far 2 people have confirmed. And that's okay. Sometimes all you need is a kind word to get you through the rest of your life. 

 I am sharing gratefulness and kindness in this blog today..

I am so grateful that you stop by. Thank you. 

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Shining My Light guys! I am going back to school tomorrow and you're probably shrugging this off with a "meh...what's that to me" right now and I understand but this is a really big deal  so don't be a dick okay? School was to me what the railways were to really remote disconnected places in ancient times. As a kid,  just when I had started to accept that my life would suck forever, school happened, learning happened, friends...that feeling of being part of something bigger happened. And I would have said there was no looking back...but that phrase never made sense to me. Looking back is important I say. 

Also that whole phase was probably the golden age of my life. I have absolutely no trepidation to admit that high school was the peak for me and life after that was an absolute  downward spiral...something that I have only recently started to tackle and recover from. 

It's annoying that 2015 is almost over because I am not done with 2015. There is work, extra curriculars and bajillion other things to do but it gets tricky for people like me who suffer from decision phobia. And before you say that it's not a real thing, let me just confess I haven't yet decided if this is a really real or unreal thing either okay? All I know is that I have changed my whatsapp dp at least 20 times this month because I couldn't decide on one.

It's a little anti climactic therefore to announce that I am going to school tomorrow to speak at a subject fair to help 10th graders decide if they want to take up Economics as an elective in senior high. I know. I have been laughing ever since I got that call from my Econ teacher asking me if I would do this. is going to get very confusing for everyone concerned..

I have been reading up a little bit about school as I have been so out of touch. One of my favorite teachers in now the Vice Principal and I didn't even know! Also our school website is totally updated. All very surprising revelations. Couldn't have been prouder though. 

So this year the theme our school is following is "Shine Your Light" (this is also a new idea...we didn't have themes when we went to school...I suspect because we would do everything opposite of what the theme asked us to observe...we were one of the most notorious batches ever) and when I read it the first time I was thinking flash lights because you are lost in the woods and about to get murdered by a serial killer. 

And then I breathed a little and thought of that mellow Sunday light that gently falls on simple every day things...somehow making them stand out of the mundane...and that's the kind of light I'd like to shine...the vague stream of flighty dust particle light that you see through tiny holes in quiet dark places. That light? is kind of what school means to me and I really hope I don't muck it up tomorrow. 

Tuesday, September 8, 2015


Q: What's sadder than leaving?
Ans: Overstaying your welcome.

It's way past my bed time. I am sitting in a dejected heap in front of the monitor. Deadlines are whooshing past me as we speak. 

I need a holiday. Maybe two. Or a billion. 

Source: The Oatmeal 
I have a lot to say here, but I feel like it's as pointless as shouting through a locked door while holding the keys in your own hands. 

Absolutely pointless.