A day in the life of sloth

If you live in mumbai, you already know the autowala never stopped.

Back in time

Sometimes I wish i could go back in time, back to my college days. But I want to hold on to the experiences I have had. I want to see if I did things any differently, If I gave myself more of a chance, instead of being soo hard on myself. Instead of focusing on my weakness, instead of fighting myself and then the world. Instead of trying to look at myself through other peoples eyes. Instead of analysing my every move and then analysing what other people think. If I could have avoided doing all this, so much time would have been freed up and I could focus on my strengths, on things truly important and not wasted my time.

Wisdom at rock bottom

A man came back from work late one evening, but instead of going home he went to park nearby. A few years ago this park use to be neat and beautifully kept, people from other colonies use to come just to see it. But now its rundown and overgrown into a mini wilderness, with no direction, trying anything and everything to survive. A bit like the man's life, he use to be the pride of his mother, who introduced him to everyone as her little star. Now he is all grownup married with two kids and a 9 to 9 job. Life did treat him good - he married his childhood sweetheart, had a well paying job, two beautiful kids. But still majority of the days he would feel, is this what the rest of my life will be. Every day he would sit a little longer in the park, before coming home. His wife could see him walking towards the mini wilderness, she never asked why, but she worried as he seemed to sit longer and longer. Today had been particularly tough on him, he seem to hit a brick wall in his career, he was seeing everyone move up, leaving him behind. But he couldn't blame anyone but himself, he didn't like his job, he worked hard but the desire that every manager looks for, was missing in him. Today he sat for almost half an hour in the park. Looking at his toes, holding his head in his hands, listening to the noise of the crickets, letting the wind comfort him. While the man was outside, lost in thought, the phone in the house started ringing ..... The wife answered the phone,
"Hello, Dasguptas residence"
"Haallo, dhananjoy achai?" (translation : is dhananjoy there?)
"Noi"
There ended the north Indian wife's knowledge of Bengali. After being married to one for 3 years and being his best friend for almost 20 years, it’s kind of symbolic she only learned 'Noi' or No.
"Oh, Smriti, it is you?, where is he?, he should be back from office by now?" ... said the mother in-law.
"He is back from office"
"Then where did he go?" ... asked the concerned mother
"Your son is sitting in the park"
"What is he doing in the park?"
"I don’t know?"
"Is everything ok? What have you made for dinner?"
"Yes everything is fine and what does dinner have to do with it?"
"Then why is he sitting in the park?"
"I will call you back, when he is inside"..... Clank the receiver is kept back.
Smriti went towards the window, watching her husband sitting in the park, and thinking: What should I do with this stupid fellow, even when he was nine he sat in the park if he had any problems. Why didn’t he become a gardener!

A not so good weekend

The bottom left hand side block is supposed to be a beach, but the sea ended up looking like the sky.

How do I get to office

I look out of my window and all I could think - "how do I get to office". I don't notice the blanket of rain, I don't notice the trees swirling, the grass twirling, people doing their business as if there is no rain. But all I think about is how do I get to office and if I don't get to office what will happen. Before I can even blink, I have visualised my day today. But I missed something important - it’s raining. These clouds came all the way from the Indian Ocean and they split into two branches - Arabian Sea and Bay of Bengal branch. On top of this, we have the retreating monsoon which are the same clouds flowing from north to east, after hitting the Himalayas. For this to happen, two major tectonic plates needed to crash with each other 70 million years ago. It is from this collision we got the youngest (and the sharpest, a bit like its people I think) mountain range in the world - Himalayas. Awesome back story for a downpour, what was I thinking again - oh yes how do I get to office!

PS: this is an image taken by satellite Kalpana 1 http://www.imd.gov.in/section/satmet/dynamic/insatglobe-wv.htm

The thing about the rainy season

Rain rain, pee pee
Drink drink, pee pee
No drink drink, still pee pee
When will this season end!

A good weekend