Daughtry - Life after you,one of my favourites

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Maladies of life

It seemed a perfect day,an ideal day to go out and have fun.The sky was radiant with the Sun encircled by clouds,transforming it into a magnificent halo.It was 8 in the morning,the time when I usually let go of my penchant for sleeping and bid adieu to all my meandering dreams.Sometimes,when I feel very positive I also do Karate but that happens not very often.Today was a bit different,I had an Interview ,not that it was very important but yes for a person like me ,who gets dreadfully tongue tied whenever she has to speak anything ,there is always room for practice! So ,anyway it was my novel attempt at learning the art of facing interviews. Initially I was not very excited about it as the place where it was to be held was in the interiors of Esplanade,but then I had already made up my mind and there was no looking back! I was basking in the sweet pleasure of my new found confidence!

Anyway just the idea of wearing formals can give me some bloodcurdling nightmares even in broad daylight but trying not to think about them much, I got dressed,had my breakfast and out I was on my own with a firm resolution of facing come whatever may...
And as I had presumed ,I missed an empty auto because I was busy looking at an already filled one.I know it sounds really strange but for me it is a perfectly normal phenomenon ,I always tend to prefer the tad useless things to the important ones.So ,anyway still it had not dawned on me that the day had more unfortunate incidents in store for me.I did not get any empty autos after that and eventually had to take a cramped and ancient looking bus to the Internet Cafe where I had to take prints of my resume.After one missed metro,2-3 minor mishaps and a minor accident (in which my pants got slightly soiled)later I reached my destination that looked more like an ancient and weathered building.The entrance to it was through a very narrow lane.Two shopkeepers were engaged in a boisterous conversation with each other over tea.I tried to go inside without drawing attention or disrupting their heated conversation.The place looked like it had never let the Sun or its rays come anywhere close to it.The place was sombre with myriads of cobwebs,of different shapes and sizes accentuating the darkness further.The office was on the 4th floor.Thankfully the place had a lift,which also was also perfectly in sync with its surroundings and was probably breathing its last.I went up,looked for the place,it was at the corner.I went inside.

There were at least fifteen other hopefuls dressed immaculately in formals waiting for their turn with a promising smile.Everyone looked so confident and their confidence made me more and more nervous.I tried talking shop with some of them but it didn't get any better.Finally,I was called in.Thankfully the interviewer in question was a charming lady in her thirties.She was nice and finally I warmed up to her,my nervousness disappearing with every passing second.Though her first question was a real heart breaker.She asked me to tell her about myself.I fumbled,I choked on the words but I spoke and surprisingly she liked it.Then she asked me about my career goals and blah blah blah.It took another thirty minutes to end the interview and I could say by the look in her eyes that I did well.The interview was a success.I was already celebrating in my mind.I was so mirthful I did not even care about the Sun gnawing at my skin.I roamed about in Esplanade for another hour.Finally,it was time for my Karate Class in Salt Lake .Yes I know the day was full of action.

It was 21:30 on my watch and I was standing in the auto queue.Bathing in my own sweat,I had been pushed,had been knocked around,had been stared and jeered at but still there I was standing,overcoming all the shadows,finally emerging as a winner.Just when I was busy patting my back I realized that the frequency of the autos had been reduced to just an auto every fifteen minutes and there were at least 10 standing before me.My legs were giving away,my patience was coming to the point of knocking off the ten people standing before me!

Finally after some silent prayers,some solemn and choicest cursing later there were only 3 people ahead of me!Phew!Some progress.So there we were standing in perfect harmony,our hearts crying out for our four-stroked chariot and it seemed like an eternity.By then out of sheer exhaustion we were not even able to speak out loud about our growing discontent.Suddenly ,like a ray of hope,I saw an auto ,already filled with four lucky souls ,it was also going the same way.The auto purposely stopped near the queue,the auto driver,smiled wickedly at us and pointed out towards his right,the most dangerous and daring seat.I ran for it.I pushed,I knocked everyone coming in my way.Yes ,today was my day.I heroically got in that auto.What if it was not actually a seat but a skeleton of a seat,the rusty iron welcoming me wholeheartedly.Another auto wheezed pass us and came to a stop,this one was empty.The people standing in the queue heaved a sigh of relief in unison.And I was cursing no body in particular!!And so the excruciating journey began...I had to sit still and I badly wished I was a little thinner .

Finally,the dreadful journey was over leaving me with a badly hurting lower half !!By then it was 23:15,mum had called me numerous number of times.And lo and behold!There was again a queue,this time for the cycle rickshaw!!Fortunately,there were only two people before me.A brother and a sister.And there were just one rickshaw.Now I was preparing myself for another fifteen minutes of awaiting accompanied with the overpowering pain and angst in that dark and murky alley.But miraculously,the rickshaw wallah volunteered to take me first.The siblings also did not object,taking peity on my dejected disposition.I was speechless by the courtesy shown by them.It certainly did not make all the pain that was now chaining my whole body vanish,but it did bring a wide grin on my face.I thanked them.Yes,now home was just 2 minutes away!I got on the rickshaw and the rickshaw started gliding(oh! yes i might be overstretching it a bit)towards my destination....

"Day"ja vu

There are technically seven days in a week but if you ask me I would say that there is much more to a day than the mere nomenclature ,it merely being a Sunday or a Monday.Ever wondered why a Monday morning is considered blue and a Sunday morning is always termed as a bright sunny sunday morning.Why Wednesday is considered as the "Mid-week crisis".Actually for me everything that a day is depends on my mood.For example,some days I feel like I am the queen of the world and I am just about to meet my King in the Shining Armour.Then there are days when I hit rock bottom and descend into the ocean of negetivity.Some days I am too lazy to even get out of the bed and some days I am brimming with too much of positivity.Then there are days when I can't stop complimenting myself on my beauty and then again the same beauty turns into a hideous femme in a matter of 24 hours !Some days I can gorge on almost anything and some days I feel like I a have overstuffed myself with nothing but plain water!!Then there are Mood-Dampener days,Miss-two-goody-shoes days ,Bitchy days and Miss know it all days.I can go on and on and on with my queer take on this topic but am sure I might have bored many of you to death already.So, for the poor souls who might have accidently tripped into reading my blog,humble apologies and have a "Cheerful day".:) :)

Converse Memorabilia

Did a little retrospection and concluded that "Loving your Favourite pair of Converse is much better than loving an insensitive human being ".And I found 5 GOOD REASONS justifyng this statement and I am very keen on sharing this with all of you,so here they are :

1. Converses come in different colours and designs.(No pun intended ):P

2.Converses don't talk and you don't have to listen to their incessant blabbering just becos u love dem.

3. Converses don't mind when you cheat on them .

4. Converses never really enter your bedroom without your consent .

5. When you own a pair of Converse you literally own dem and it can never be the other way round.

Note : This is not an advertisement of converse.Just my personal experience and has no relation whatsoever with any person living or dead......

an eternal love story

“Love is a feeling eternal and timeless “.It was something I had read many a times but never quite understood what that meant, until recently. My grandma who is a septuagenarian and a very beautiful one at that loves telling me stories of her childhood, her life and the old times. Her marriage was an arranged one, their parents had sealed the alliance without asking either of them. There was no love in the air, no dates; no love letters .It was a purely traditional affair sans any mushiness. They had not seen each other before the wedding. Though granddad later confessed to grandma that he had sent his younger brother with the elders to grandma’s so that he can update him about his potential wife. Grandma now tells me that the first time she saw him; they were sitting next to each other their world uniting amidst the wedding hymns. The air heavy with the thrill of seeing each other for the first and last time before becoming companions for life, there they were stealing glances at each other while the others were busy uniting their fate. Though I am too scared to ask, I am sure it was love at first sight. Their marriage life was full of happiness and love .Granddad simply adored grandma and the best part was that they were best of friends. Though I don’t remember much about grand dad, I can tell as much as that he resembled Anupam Kher in many ways.He could make even the saddest of person roaring with laughter in no time . And most of all he was a perfect husband, a perfect father and a perfect granddad. They both had similar tastes in everything both were die-hard Abba fans. Grandma still has the old records gifted to her by granddad. Those records are kept safely in her locker, along with his clothes, old wine bottles, empty cigarette packs. I used to be bemused at this but realized only much later that it was an attempt to hold on to the memories of him, the fantasy of waking up and finding him sitting right next to her. One night as grandma and I were talking she said that how she used to wait right at the door to hear his footsteps every evening when he used to come from office and even after his demise she could still hear his footsteps every evening at the same time. She used to wait with bated breaths every evening just to hear his footsteps. Though it was dark, I could still make out that a lone tear was rolling down her beautiful face as we were talking. That is when I realized the beauty of their relationship and the timeless beauty of love. Though I know that Grandad won’t come back ,I know one thing that wherever he is, he must be missing grandma in the same way as she is .

teary worries

I woke up one fine morning and realized that I can no longer cry! Yes, I mean it’s not like I am so happy that I don’t want to cry, but it’s more of a loss as I really, desperately want to cry, but tears won’t come out, it seems they have taken a sabbatical. Not like they were overworked but yes I guess every single thing should get a few days off of their schedule. And here I was a stupid girl who thought that tears are an integral part of a person’s life, just like diamonds. We can’t do without both .And I think crying is a very important part of life. I truly despise people who say that crying is for weak people. I feel like shouting at them “you morons then why do you think god has made tears?” I think tears are the best stress buster or else the magnitude of pain that gets added on a daily basis in our lives would have gone up to monolithic proportions .I would say that crying is one of the best methods of intra-personal communication . And the best part is they silently get rid of our sorrows. So, here I am mourning the loss of my best companion, repenting the times when I was not very fond of my precious tears. But alas! now I am on my own ,fighting those painful and excruciating times lurking at every corner. So, please I want you back ………..touch me with your magic wand, heal me of the pain .Let my eyes bathe in your charm and let me live again.

For a special teacher...........

I have tried many a times to write about you,but whenever I start writing about you ,I don't know how to pen my thoughts because my thoughts are as abstract as my feelings for you.I knew you for just seven days and those seven days were the most important days of my life.The thing that I liked most about you was that you taught me to believe in myself.How you always said "Good seeds bear good fruits ".I still try to abide by that only because you wanted me to.So,this time I have tried to shed all my inhibitions and go on a journey down the memory lane with the hope that some day you will read this post.
Their are some moments in life when you desperately want to hold onto someone .I experienced it when I saw you for the last time at the metro station.We were to go seperate ways after that fateful evening.Your work had been over in Kolkata with very little help from me.I was a fresher naive and a novice(in your words),still you never ever showed any dissatisfaction.You always believed in me and most of all you made me believe in myself.You listened to me like every words I said were pearls of wisdom.You made me feel so important.You were the best teacher I ever had.You were the best friend I always longed to have and you were the lover I think I will never have. But yes I promise you that One day I will make you proud and be the one you always wanted me to be.