Random thoughts...

When I moved out of my house a year back, I packed a few dresses, kitchen utensils, and a few essentials...All that fit into two small bags...When I got onto the waiting bus, the conductor grabbed my baggage and effortlessly shoved them under a seat. 20 years of existence packed into just two bags. I strangely felt offended. For a minute it seemed like I was the one being shoved.

It also fetched me the revelation that; all I ever owned was in those bags. I felt eerily buoyant. I felt there was nothing to hold me back, except maybe a pair of bags. I immediately text messaged my silver-lining to one of my friends, who asked me to stop the drama..., and the same friend, just a few days before, said he wanted to get rid of all his belongings and carry only a pair of bags, before he left India for good. With the beach sand dancing to the music of the waves at my feet, I could only muster a weak smile. How things you say come right back to you :)

It would be nice to leave the world beholden to nothing.

Unrelated thought: I am listening to Cliff Richard's 'Theme for a dream', and it sounds exactly like 'pal pal pal' from Munnabhai MBBS 2. Disgusting!!!

The sound of music...

My iPod usually decides my mood for the day. Sometimes it is the guttural John Denver with his 'You fill up my senses', or BJ and her classic Bharathiyar song 'Suttum vizhi chudaar dhaan kannama'. On other days it is ARR's 'Luka Chuppi' or my new found favorite astapathi, 'Rathisukasaare'.

But today started with the racy 'Nakka Mukka'. :)... Please listen to understand how it feels to get jerked out of sleep!! It admonishes you for being in bed and gives you an inferiority complex with its speed. Phew!! I even got tired after watching this song on TV once.

And true to this fast paced number, it has been a crazy day :)

I voted...

I voted I voted I voted... :)

I voted for the first time in my life!!!
I saw anxious party cadres along the streets encouraging everyone to vote.
I observed burly policemen flashing mean looks inside the polling booths.
I waited under the scorching sun to have the first glimpse of an EVM.
I felt triumphant when I heard the beep of the machine after I voted.
The beep of democracy.
The beep of a bright Indian future.
The beep I was responsible for.

For the first time ever, I am proud of the dirty black mark on my index finger.
Let us make our voice count. Let us vote.

A Splendid Sunday

(Note: This was written last week. Due to time constraints and an impossible workload, here it goes…late by a week :) )

• Woke up only at 7.30 A.M.
• Watched the morning news interspersed with Tamil songs, sad VJs, and of course a hot cuppa coffee.
• Missed home and therefore coined the term ‘home-sounds’. (Home-sounds include Dad furiously devouring the newspaper. You can actually hear the segmenting of news into ‘Ignore’, ‘Bah’ and ‘Yay! Comics’ inside his brain, strains of humming from the bro-in-loo, mom’s kitchen clatter, and my own unheard complaints about the monopolization of newspapers by the male population in the house.)
• Hummed Kishore Kumar and made breakfast.
• Ate what I made (which was not what I intended to make), with Frank McCourt giving me company.
• Cleaned out cupboard amidst roomie snores and iPod songs. Found Rahul Nambiar's autograph safely tucked in between books. Removed creases and tucked it back again in between books.
• Made Rasam with Oregano seasoning I saved from Pizza corner. Roomie christened it Italian Rasam.
• Went for a play titled 'The Pregnant King' by Theatre Nisha that resulted in pointless discussions about the concepts tackled by the play, and of course tea and chutney sandwiches at dear ol' Yusuf's.
• Had yummy dinner at Bessy with a bunch of chatterboxes who refused to shut up even for a minute.
• Returned to hostel, tired, but content.

A splendid Sunday indeed…