Intellectually yours

I met an old friend yesterday, well not literally, but old in the sense of seasoned, used-to, comfortable-in-their-own-skin-and-with-you kinda way.

The most amazing things about the people in your life is that they can dissect you in a way you never imagined possible. And old friends are not only qualified enough to do it but also firm enough to drive the lesson home with the reassuring "main hoon na" always wrapping up any doubts you may have and dunking them right outta the window!

Old friends are nice and warm and fuzzy and just there, all you have to do is turn around and there, right at the edge of where your vision blurs, there is a familiar face and the world feels alright again. :-)

Among the many issues jostling for attention in my 1.5 kg head right now (don’t think it weighs more than that), top of the list is the search for a partner (rem Ted Mosby, well Indianise and genderize the context for Urban India!). Among the varied observations and nuggets of advice alongwith threats of "you can’t go ahead if I don’t approve" (blackmailing devils some of them!), yesterday's session on insights was one of the most brutal ever - seriously man, is it really intellect all the way for me?

Now I am seriously worried. I mean old friends are seldom wrong. And in this case in particular, somewhere I know for a fact, the observation holds, atleast as a first point of interest...

But knowledge is power - so knowing something is wrong/won't work is better than trying to reach someone on their landline when you are pretty sure they aren't home and its a mobile number you actually need.

I love old friends, I really do. Even if I don’t say so often enough! :-)

Bad at being sad

Sometimes I bug me. No its true, I really do. I can be the most irritating person I know of. I mean any normal person, if they are unwell would accept it gracefully and rest. But madam? Nooooooo ::horrified expression:: what do you mean accept it? ::Thundering booming voice:: How can that be?! It is questioned, counter-questioned, debated till it gets so exhausting to argue with oneself that she drops, thankfully on the bed, a reluctant acknowledgment that well she may be ill, just a little bit. And doctors, don't even mention them - that would mean retractions and "I've been misunderstood"s so many that any true-blue Bollywood actress would happily sign up for classes on how to deny the obvious!

I suck at being ill. And since being ill is sometimes bundled with being sad, I suck at that too! So while the whole world may be falling apart, there I am grinning away like the fairy Godmother just granted me passes to go on a date with Ali Zafar!!

Sometimes I really do feel like boxing my own ears. I am, honestly the only time I am scraping the bottom of the moping club is when its birthday time. Oh yes, those seriously get me down, esp post-25. But this that too dint last! Sheesh!!

I give up! On trying to "grow up" and "face reality", whatever that may be. If I don't take kindly to being ill, then so be it. As long as people around me know how to deal with "cribby", life's a breeze, maybe a gale is more like it but whatever. I'll live!;D

Maggi Mania!

I loveeeeeeeeeeeee maggi, I absolutely adore it. Its funny shapes, great taste and completely engrossing all by itself - in short, its magic food! "Worth the calories", as I would say in the ultimate certification of a food's worth.

Combine this with the fact that its easily cooked in a microwave - which I believe is one of humanity's greatest inventions (well next to the safety pin and oh well, the wheel if you insist!) and you have the perfect recipe for a never-ending party!! Its like the RBI Guv went on a holiday and the mint went on a printing spree! Inflation, though is another story altogether and something we'll deal with later!;D

Amen to all the grocery stores that stock maggi for mid-morning/afternoon/evening/night snacking options and thank goodness for new age office cafeterias and homes that make those breaks possible.

And no Nestle isn't paying me to say this!:P

Rush rush rush

I am runnin runnin, I m runnin runnin.

Coz I am a girl in a hurry and I ain't got time dude!

we read so much about slowing down, smelling the flowers, taking time out....But in this day and age can we really afford to?

I thought and thought about it. A lot. Then I decided to do it. Just like that. Bam!

Well, was it worth it?

I don't know.

Isn't it crazy that I am always asking these questions but never really know the answers. Well, I am not God and so yes, its okay to not know! :D

But to earth! Yes, taking a break makes sense. At one level it is literally about not smelling the flowers often enough, recharging your batteries, figuring out your priorities. At another, it really teaches you the opportunity cost and what I would like to term the "opportunity worth" of all that you have in life.

What's important to know however is the fact that life isn't about waiting for your turn or getting to a meeting or even taking a long deep breath, however calming and energising that may be. It is about what happens when you weren't looking, what happens when you were waiting for "the one" but instead found another "not-so" perfect one, what happens when you are running between two meetings. Life isn't about thinking what to do. Life just is. You can't control it. At a lot of levels you can't even choose - your relatives, colleagues, your place of birth (I simply adore Epstein's poem!), but you can just go along. If it slows down, slow down, if its rushing you, don't kill yourself "feeling" rushed, just go with it.

In all the insights I've ever had about life, this one is the most powerful. And scary. And fatalistic. But strangely energising. Life just happens, or something like it. Taking time out isn't gonna change it, its part of it and neither will running kill you (unless you decide to shoot off in stilettos on the highway hurling yourself in a truck's way!). Its okay to rush, rush is good. After all, we only got till 2012 to live man so make the most of it! It could be pretty good fun you know!;D

Go Go Go!

Loopeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Some days are just crazy. Downright weird mean horridly crazy.

All the unresolved questions, unanswered phone calls, random strangers get entangled in a huge big mass and scream out for attention like a roomful of hungry babies!

Its a bit much.

Some days are overwhelming.

All the repressed anger, hurt, disappointment, bitterness just surfaces and tugs and pulls at your sanity like a huge rock dragging a corpse to the bottom of the ocean.

Some days are, well just more than 24 hours!

But somewhere at the end of the day is a beautiful sunset - ah, sometimes maybe it is the sunset that the crazy day wanted us to loop right back to :-)

Seen Chalo Dilli? Highly recommend it for that "Eureka" perspective - there is so much that can go wrong and doesn't. Maybe, on some days, its just enough to get through - some day, I'll let go of wanting to be a super-star everyday and some day, a pattern will emerge out of the randomness...Till then, I'll just be happy living my life on my own terms!

Meow!;D

P.S. No I don't love u, I wrote this for me!:P

P.P.S. Am back to using this blog too! hehehe