A "lone" walk...

A lone walk... cold weather.. sudden rains.. getting drenched.. feeling every drop of rain on your face and the smell of wet soil.. What a weather Bloomy! You so remind me of my Mumbai tonight!

Take me away - By Imani
With the clouds rolling in
My soul starts to spin
The crazy feelin' that i love
Takes me away
Beyond and above
The drumming beat
Fills my head
I jump out of my bed
The one made of tears
And run to the window
I silently watch
My own private show
When it becomes to hard
To hold myself back
I break the window to shards
Jump into the rain
Yelling take me away

The Proposal - Part I

So I was reminiscing about my Mills n Boons days.. and how I thoroughly enjoyed reading that overtly mushy stuff.. I still crave for those wonderful "reading" spree days back! And then I got an idea for my next blog post.. (I must confess that I picked this idea from my cousin's blog.. you must read this beautiful story he penned down @ http://sansdeep.blogspot.com/)
I always wanted to write a book and get it published.. and I am sure I'll do that one day but till then I am going to start this series of posts to pen down a figment of my imagination.

So here I am with a fictional story about a girl and a boy who have recently met through a common friend and their friendship has grown leaps and bounds in just a few months. Both of them are born and brought up in Mumbai but have moved to Bangalore just a month ago for work. They live close-by in the same locality in Bangalore and meet up every night for late night walks. Both are adjusting with their new jobs and trying to cope with the new life away from family and friends. They are like each other's "alter ego" and bond over stuff like missing close friends, broken relationships in the past, similar family backgrounds, struggles for making it through in the competitive world and missing family and Mumbai! He is a shy but funny guy and regularly compliments her for her dressing sense and loves her cooking. She just loves those late night walks, talking her heart out to him over anything and everything.

Then...
He(one late night over a cup of coffee at a Cafe shop): Will you be my girlfriend?
She(smiles in disbelief): Are you fine? Do you even know what you are saying?
He: Yeah.. I just asked you out...
She: But we don't even know each other well..?
He: You are the only one I could connect to so well.. I know its early but I thought why not??
She: Listen.. I know we are like best friends in just a matter of two months but I think we should get to know each other better..
He (smiles): I am glad you said this.. I was expecting this from you... I would have been surprised if you had said yes.. (smiles)
She (smiles): ...

Now...
(They both have been very busy at work. More so, he has been working late nights for an upcoming deadline at work and has not met her for almost a week. One evening on a Sunday he comes to her apartment. They are sitting and chatting over a cup of coffee...)
He: I feel bad that we haven't got time for each other.. actually I am just lost.. I am not what I am forced to be here.. I don't like all this neatness n stuff.. I like being messed up.. that's just the way i am...
She: I love you
He(no reaction): .. I just want to get back to my original self...
She: I just said I love you
He: I so badly want to reciprocate back but..
She: .. but..?
He: you are the most amazing person i have met.. seriously...
(His cell rings.. some good news.. the moment he keeps the phone.. she gets up from her chair .. hugs him tightly.. the most amazing hug ..)
She: So proud of you... !
He(smiles shyly): Thanks.. my lucky charm !

... (to be continued)

I came.. I saw.. But I am still "learning"

It has been almost two months since I moved into this small, laidback town called Bloomington in the "supposedly" dreamland of most people - United States. And the urge to write about the experience thus far hopefully translates into a good post.

So 6th August,2010 is earmarked in my memories as the day I came to Bloomington.. my journey began.. away from my homeland, my family, my relatives, my friends, my surroundings and most importantly .. my "comfort zone". I still remember my steps into the atrium of Kelley School of Business... i was overwhelmed.. - finally my dream of studying in a B-school is shaping up! That first week was crazy.. walking down the B-town for miles and hours to reach destinations because of low frequency of buses, getting lost on the way, the scorching sun, the irritation/feeling of NO respite from the Mumbai heat, tanning in that burning sun, et al. But all this was interspersed with some great fun too -
1) The swimming session with Shammo, Poonu and Priya
2) First time I went to Nicks!
3) First time at Downtown n my favourite eating outlet - Chipotle!
4) Harry bear at Bear's Place and the chicken wings :)
5) Those "regular" late night walks...
6) Jogging with Poonu
7) The "haunted" Griffy Lake clean up event - walking in the woods, collecting seeds and then laying them along the banks of the lake, plucking out unwanted rose shrubs, those horrible bruises/cuts on my legs followed by the inability to wear skirts!
8) The Cookout event - enjoying on the swings like a small kid :)
9) The night we watched "Gunda" movie.. yes, i actually watched that DUMB stuff.. and thoroughly enjoyed it :D
10) Cooking prawns for Poonu and the sense of achievement after she loving and craving for it!
11) The "stuffed portabella mushrooms" and "chicken tandoori" potluck.
12) Poonu's butter chicken cooking days... :)
13) Jamming and singing sessions
14) Ganpati celebration n potluck
15) Walking down the street and spotting cute squirrels and rabbits run helter-skelter as you approach them
16) My tryst with cycling; Poonu's and Priya's efforts to teach me; the euphoria on finally being able to cycle and screaming like a kid in the basketball court of CP (Crescent Park) ... hahaha..
17) The hula-hooping in the middle of a mall and the insanity of actually buying a hoop !!!

... Outstanding moments.. carved a niche in my mind!

But as I write this today.. I regret to say that those fun moments have reduced drastically. Some due to work constraints.. and some due to changes in people/circumstances... I was always aware that "people" behave differently when in US.. but still find it uncanny and unnerving when I experience this each day in this so-called "dreamland". I'll put a few lines in marathi to convey my thoughts aptly - Naati kashi bantat, kashi baddaltat, kashi tuttat.. he sagla baghayla milala hya 2 mahinyat.. kadhi kadhi agadi radu yete aani kadhi achanak hasu suddha yeta hya sagla natyanvar... "bandhan" hya shabdala kahi arthach nahiye hya deshat.. I think the most tiring part of all this is managing the moods and whims and fancies of people around (having said that, I am sure others might be feeling the same about me!).. But all these situations, experiences have made me realize how much I took my family and friends for granted.

On a concluding note , I would like to say that - This is life.. have to live with it!
As always, found this apt poem that echoes my thoughts at this moment:

Missing Piece © Danyal Conner

You do what you're suppose to do,
with no frown or fuss.
Not because you want to ,
but because you must.
Day after day
It's like a routine.
Don’t have too much to say,
You only do the right thing.
Soon you feel empty,
but you don't know what it could be.
You want no sympathy.
But it's something you can't see
Everything used to make sense,
but now you're lost in a maze.
You feel so tense,
and you pray for better days.
Something just doesn't seem right
You look for an answer that's not there.
You stay awake all night,
But you feel like no one cares.
It's right in your face
and you think it's safe,
or should you forget?
Things don't seem the same,
But what should you do?
You think you should change,
But change for who?
Understanding means nothing to you now.
Your heart is pronounced deceased
This should you allow ,
or find your missing piece?

... yeah.. I am learning to find the "missing piece"!