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Tuesday, 1 November 2011

Forgotten times and Revival of Relationships

Saturday morning in Bangalore city, here I am with some sense of mind to write down a blog. I proudly updated my Fb status to say that I am going to write.Hope the blog finds you all in good spriits and smiles . From my last blog 3 months back , things have dramatically changed so much that I did not find time to pen down and now with the duration being long , its pretty easy to lose track of few things.

Allright we begin by whizzing back into a time machine to myself post july . Having landed in Bangalore , I was indeed on a mission , to perform and and perform and nothing else. Of course to do this I had to put myself into my shell as i call it . Err the shell is a sort of a self change in me where i go into a framework where I shut down myself to everything around me be friends , family etc.Having moved to a new project here ,I channeled every bit of my energy to my work and am glad it did pay off. Of course its been at a cost of missing out on few meeting with friends , some strained relationships and conversations , am sure those who know me will understand and we will be back on track.

With loads of weekend work , the daily drive in Herby (my car) from home to office and back was the only pastime i really loved. Plus with work taking out my energy and an ever changing face book , was the perfect excuse to come home dinner and crash and then head to office.The months of August just whizzed by with the usual trips to home and chennai to spend time with grandad. The months of September and October is where things began to really get interesting. September was a trip to Mumbai and October to Delhi and all of it was on mission to meet friends and nothing else.

This time around , it was a well known fact that I loved Melbourne and i would whatever it takes to go back , but not without meeting my friends. And i had this goal to meet all my friends before i head back. Trip to mumbai was perhaps the most nostalgic , once again i cannot express my love for the city , there is something about it , and thanks to my new found photography skills , i captured some good memories videos of the Ganpati visarjan and stuff and as i did , tears rolled down my eyes . I probably looked like a grown up child weeping along as i walk the familiar streets of mumbai sad to leave it behind .

Perhaps the most happiest moments were meeting my classmates and then meeting my old Chinmaya mission friends . Oh well , I some times wonder why do we ever grow up and start working to be pushed around to diff corners of the world. Nevertheless that was some welcome break from my work and then was the month of October . But these 2 months september and october are the times when I was coming out of my shell and
getting back to some good old friends and stuff. My erstwhile melbourne gang was slowly beggining to meet up more so often , or should i say i started meeting them more often . We do have some few additions here in Bangalore with the local kannada speakin lingo colleagues , but thas ok .

Frequent meetup i guess just makes you inclined to let go of whats happened and look to the future , after all in this constantly changing world , what do you gain by not speaking to people ?

October is the month of sorts , the month i can describe as Work hard , Travel harder ,work was just at its usual pace going on and I had taken this break to attend one of my friends wedding in Dehradoon , yep you read it right . For most it was something crazy , but I dont be too nice to go all the way just to attend weddings , cos I was there to attend the wedding and meet my old friends as well , we had stayed in dehradoon when i was in my 1st grade. Those were the time when Dehradoon could be described as the ideal town as described by the ruskin bond books , slow,peaceful and serene were to words to be associated with . I was in for a shock of my life , having been made the capital of some new state called Uttranchal , the city was teeming with pollution and crowd and was more claustrophobic than ever before.

But all the worries were the thing of the past when i met our old landlords , they were like Potha aaaya ( grandsons come ) and the feeling of hospitality and the fresh alu parathas with butter and mint chutney in the morning ahem ! Nothings gonna beat that .

Playing with kids was the order of the trip and post the wedding it was time to leave for Delhi for another pit stop to meet another set of friends .Well due to the the week being the run up to formula one , my nose was so excited that it began runing and runing and runing non stop ,hehehe ! Wat an excuse for ill health ...

And to make matters worse , I booked a ac train to delhi and the Night train found me soakin my towel in complete water blowin blowin ,,, and soon i was overheating in 100 degree temperature. By the time the train chugged into the New Delhi station , i was pretty weak with a temperature and just telling myself that I am meeting my old classmate and pushed myself to reach her place on the delhi metro. One of the few things in India where I am so proud that my taxes have been put to good use..

Well luckily i was meeting my friend who is a doc and so are her parents , so i knew i was in safe hands and swiftly i was given medication .....And by afternoon the medicine did take its effect to make me feel better which I feel was a gross assumption , we ventured out to connaught place and I was loafing around when my health deteriorated and we had to rush back home . Slumber slumber and by evening , me and friend were yapping away to glory catching up on lost time and soon our old day instincts kicked in ,, we went out to the nearest sweet shop grabbed a brownie with ie cream and allu tikki ,sneaked it back to the house and watched wake up sid.

Call it coincidence or telepathy , watching a scene we looked at each other and were like can we have the tikki !  And soon with gross disrespect to my sickness we began eating allu tikki and brownie ...Well its a matter of choice as I wont get to do this again soon . The feeling of meeting a good old friend can not be quantified in any manner , its has its own charm .

A day later I was on my flight back to Bangalore for a 8hr work and then again on the bus to Hyderabad for Diwali....

A true journey indeed , though hectic , took me back into old times and memories worth living and of course penning down.

Well that sums up this blog , with a honest intent to get the next one pretty soon ....

Till then


1 comment:

kalpana said...

yet again beautifully penned. my son has grown to be a man,very matured in his thinking and expressions. while I am a proud mother i am also seeing the phase when he needs me less. so i got no kid to pamper .