You played with my heart, got lost in the game...
Friday, July 27, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
The last time I saw alokgarg43
Was a couple of days ago when he took me out to dinner at the Taj. Best way to cheer me up after living through hell in Mumbai over the last 2 months. How thoughtful of him. Honestly, this gesture was most unexpected.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Why I want to go to Lapland
Why wouldn’t I want to go to this place? What isn’t there? Snow, reindeer, the Northern Lights, insane light and dark timings, and of course SANTA CLAUS!!!
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Why I want to go to Liechtenstein
Interesting from a philatelist’s point of view, I want to visit tiny Liechenstein and buy stamps and postcards from local post office. I’ll send the postcards and keep the extra stamps. :D
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The last time I saw Kapitan Niemand
Was at lunch today at Fountain Sizzlers. Hoping for many more such meetings atleast in the 14 weeks that he’s in Mumbai for. One of the only people in this world that I can be myself with.
Monday, July 23, 2007
What is my true calling?
I'm already unhappy. Or is it because I'm just so fussy? What I really want to do in life is travel around the world and write about it. When can I? Am I a traveller trapped in a banker's body?
Sunday, July 22, 2007
A New Perspective
Everything that I complained about while being in Delhi I now worship. The annoying traffic jams for no reason (especially the 'gridlocks' that occur out of nowhere), the incessant breaking of traffic rules by everyone, the curfew imposed on me by my folks, the constant involvement of my family in my life, the horrible weather,
In the end, Delhi is where my home is, where my family is, where my special someone is, where my heart will always be. I may be an anomaly of nature, for I am not one who has taken to the cosmopolitan, corporate Mumbai. Friends and family told me I'd love it here. But for me there was nothing here that I didn't have.
Freedom is something many people yearn for. One usually experiences it when they move out of home and move into hostel. But there still lies a protected environment, in whatever small form. Once you begin to work and begin to earn one's keep, financial freedom, is a feeling which is mind-numbing to say the very least. No more scrimping and scrounging on the pocket money which was just never enough. But it goes beyond money too. There is the freedom to be out at whatever time you want to, to eat pizza for dinner every damn day without someone breathing down your neck telling you to eat dal-chawal, to invite any number of friends over whenever you want to, to buy that expensive pair of shoes that you just had to have, to pack your bags and leave on a mini-vacation without giving a thousand explanations and reasons.
But today I realise that what my parents said was so true. There was nothing that I was deprived of. I had all the freedom you could imagine. What restrictions were imposed on me were because they cared. In fact, a small civil discussion with them often ended up with me getting my way, whether it was a late-night curfew or a raise in my allowance.
I don't associate freedom with Mumbai. I associate suffocation. From the tiny roads overflowing with vehicles, to the murky water of the sea, to the travelling in the local trains with barely any space to breathe, to the basic absence of footpaths, to the tiny houses (I mean, apartments!), I fail to see how someone can grow to love this place so much. Either I haven't given myself enough time to like this city, or maybe I just happened to see the negative side of it. Whatever it may be, my home is where my heart will always be.
In the end, Delhi is where my home is, where my family is, where my special someone is, where my heart will always be. I may be an anomaly of nature, for I am not one who has taken to the cosmopolitan, corporate Mumbai. Friends and family told me I'd love it here. But for me there was nothing here that I didn't have.
Freedom is something many people yearn for. One usually experiences it when they move out of home and move into hostel. But there still lies a protected environment, in whatever small form. Once you begin to work and begin to earn one's keep, financial freedom, is a feeling which is mind-numbing to say the very least. No more scrimping and scrounging on the pocket money which was just never enough. But it goes beyond money too. There is the freedom to be out at whatever time you want to, to eat pizza for dinner every damn day without someone breathing down your neck telling you to eat dal-chawal, to invite any number of friends over whenever you want to, to buy that expensive pair of shoes that you just had to have, to pack your bags and leave on a mini-vacation without giving a thousand explanations and reasons.
But today I realise that what my parents said was so true. There was nothing that I was deprived of. I had all the freedom you could imagine. What restrictions were imposed on me were because they cared. In fact, a small civil discussion with them often ended up with me getting my way, whether it was a late-night curfew or a raise in my allowance.
I don't associate freedom with Mumbai. I associate suffocation. From the tiny roads overflowing with vehicles, to the murky water of the sea, to the travelling in the local trains with barely any space to breathe, to the basic absence of footpaths, to the tiny houses (I mean, apartments!), I fail to see how someone can grow to love this place so much. Either I haven't given myself enough time to like this city, or maybe I just happened to see the negative side of it. Whatever it may be, my home is where my heart will always be.
Making It On My Own
I relocated to Mumbai 2 months ago. Initially thought to be the best decision I made (primarily career-wise), I am now inclined to think otherwise.
As my emotional highs and lows are more frequent occurrences than before, you can be sure of numerous posts from my end narrating my experiences as I 'struggle' to acclimatise myself to this godforsaken city called Mumbai.
As my emotional highs and lows are more frequent occurrences than before, you can be sure of numerous posts from my end narrating my experiences as I 'struggle' to acclimatise myself to this godforsaken city called Mumbai.
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