3 longgggggggg months

3 months since my last post...................mmmmmmmmmm....a lot has happened in the last 3 months.
Life is no more the way it used to be.Things have changed and they have changed for good.
Most of it has been nice and a few not so good things and a really bad thing.

In these 3 Months i found its you for yourslf and ther is no point looking for support from others.
Found the best of my friends and the peole who i dont want to call friends anymore.
Eventful time at work..lots of quality . appreciations , recognitions.
A new mobile.A new look ...but that wasnt so good so had to revert back to my previous look.
A heartbreak..the most difficult time of my life...but i guess im getting through thanks to those very few special people.

I guess its been a great learning experience and looking to put in more posts , my journal seems to look very outdated.

Dekho Barish ho rahi hai..........

It just the 31st of May and tap tap, tap, the first bout of rainfall in Mumbai.
It’s really strange how an event could change the entire way you look at things.
Mumbaikars no longer see the monsoon with the joy they used to. There is a stigma attached to the rains now thanks to 26th July.

The early monsoon, actually it was early be 10 days, swept the city completely off its foot
It started raining at 3.00 PM yesterday and by 5:00 PM my entire office was empty .Every one on the streets rushing to go back home. Heavy rain, traffic and delayed trains only made the situation worse.
Everybody was panicky, mobiles ringing everywhere and even the mobile network got jammed.

The funniest part- The BMC building was engulfed in darkness after the power room in the basement was filled with water and the generator wouldn’t start due to some technical hitch.
Jus a the BMC came out with a press release stating that the Mumbai city is all geared up to take the monsoon and nothing like the previous year would happen this time.
So much for them being ready

My first time in Mumbai and first time I’m seeing rains in the month of may. Walked from office to home, got completely drenched and to finish it had an ice-cream from the street stalls. What better way to start the monsoon?

A thank you note.............

Being away from home is always difficult.....

But my stay away from home is being made a little easier and worth it by a few friends around me...My friends in mumbai and also to all those guys back at home (for being there when I needed u the most),thanks guys , this one is to all of you .

To all my colleagues, for making me feel very comfortable in the team and for laughing at my stupid n silly jokes.

To all the girls I stay with , u have made my life more colorful--(literally,my first big time holi celebration was with u folks). For being there with me during my bad days...Jus listening to me, it made all the difference. For putting up with all my temper tantrums.
For all the times I have spent with you guys.

To my friends back home for all the calls, for being all ears when all I did was just crib.
Thanks Guys....Thanks a lot, for adding an happy episode to my life .

Letter to daddy.....

Hi daddy,

Hope you are doing good and are happy.We are going on with our life but its is no more the way it used to be.Things have changed daddy and changed a lot after you left.I have always wanted to tell you something and im telling this to you now in this letter

Certain things and people are always taken for granted,Our parents are one of the few people we always take for granted.
They would always be with us , be there to guide us, see us through the up's and down's of life and yes i did take my parents for granted too.But not any more cause life thought me otherways but the price for learning my lesson was too high.

I loved you dad ,still love you and always will but im not sure if i actually told you how much i loved you when you were around.

The importance of a person is understood in their absence and dad u have been so important to me in my life and i realise it now when its all too late.Wish you were around to see your daughter live an independent life .You would have been really happy cause you taught me how to live .You gave me courage.You built my confidence and you taught me to love in spite of all the odds.

I miss u daddy , i guess iam late and should have told you earlier- I LOVE U daddy and i love you so much, though my actions or words could not have potrayed that to you .But deep inside my heart you are my hero.

I would just love to pick up the phone ,call you from bombay just to let you know how im doing. But i know on the other end the phone would just be ringing followed by a silence that would be so deaffening.You have left a void in my life , a void that no one can ever fill a void for me to look into and realise what life has taught me.

What was the hurry dad? why did you leave without even telling us a single word.
Every single milestone i cross -how i wish u were around to cheer me and take me up further. What happened to the promises of u and me visting the US together. There are so many things dad so many promises to keep up,so many things for me to tell you and so many things for u to see.What was the hurry dad??

But still you did your job so well... even leaving in such a hurry u taught me a lesson dad.
Dont take anyone for granted and make sure you tell the person how u feel about them cause tommorw might be too late.

I was late once and have been punished but now i will make sure i never do the same thing again. Love you daddy and miss you a lot .Missing you every single minute.

Love
Your daughter

P.S :Hope you will be able to read this letter. Everyone loves you a lot and misses you at home

Reality Bites

Im not a feminist , but I would always be the first one to react or counter if anyone says the old cliches about girls.
girls cannot stay without gossiping about another girl
Girls , no matter how close they are,they are jealous of their best friends etc etc ...........................
Being a girl I have heard and countered each of these. But the happenings for the past few weeks have got me thinking again...Probably...Just probably may be a few of those cliches might actually be true.

8 girls was a big group to move into a new place.But considering the fact that I was staying with 13 ppl now in a 2 bhk converted to 3bk,it was a better proposition for 8 of us to move out of this place to a new 2bhk house.
It was not the number of ppl alone but a lot of other associated problems and we had no way out than moving from the current place.

It seemed really simple ,jus that we have to look into a 2 bhk with basic furnishings and kazooooo we can shift.
So we stared looking out for a place,oh my god, it seemed like eternity .If the house was good- the society was not ready to take in spinster not even one so where is our point trying to convince them to accommodate 8.
If the society had no problem then atleast one out of the 8 girls had a problem with the house..Either the locality is not ok, the rent is far to high, the place is stuffy .....The reason could be anything.

We began looking for a place in the final weeks of February and even by end of march we were not able to find a place. Tensions rose and now egos came into play.
If one person said a yes to a place , then other say's no and gives a new option but the first person does not want a house in the locality. Why? The place was flooded during July 26...Whew !!! Wasn't it like the entire mumbai was flooded????? Lame reasons, arguments and finally no decision !!
Its been three months since we started looking for a house but we do not seemed to have even moved one step close to our destination.

"Girls can never decide....And when its 8 there will never be a single decision"-said my colleague . Most unlikely from me, I jus did not counter this b'cause I knew he might be right , we can never decide!!!

Vanilla sky

I always prefer the window seat when I take my flights.......and this time I was happy I did just that.
Suprisingly it was a cloudy day when I left mumbai .My flight took off just in time and I was thrilled that I was traveling home.
To be precise this was my second time on a flight and I had one of the most memorable flights ever.
It was the scene and the silence and serenity attached with what I saw that made it worthwhile.
And all that I saw out of my window were clouds... Pure white ones.....
It was like my flight was gliding through snow, not a glimse of land below.

The first thing that came into my mind was Bryan Adams Cloud No 9 Song and then the book which had inspired me a lot The ILLUSIONS.
Cloud No 9 ,I guess everyone will understands why,if they have seen the video of the song.
But The ILLUSIONS even I was not sure why , I felt more heavenly and closer to my messiah looking at those huge but yet soft and serene clouds.
My mind was in a state of trance, completely relaxed and plain just like the clouds that I had seen outside.
I was able to recall and actually reflect on what I read in that book, suddenly like magic and I still don't know how and why???

I have never felt so calm in my life.When my flight actually went through the clouds, all I could see around me was white and it was like I was traveling into another life another time , a new dimension......
It was a breathtaking and a wonderful experience, there is still so much I feel about it but the magic of my feelings can never be worded here cause it was far far beyond that .

4 heavenly days

The wait was well worth it. I remember counting my days down before I could reach home....... But 4 days was not enough, I guess a lifetime wouldn't be enough to stay with the family.

Back home and back to my mom,siblings and wonderful friends of mine.
I jus cant explain, really cant explain how I felt when I saw my mom after 4 months. Have never been away from here for sooooooo long.
I was looking forward for the home food,infact I even did not eat anything from morning lest it hampers my appetite .
The time I had was not enough to update my mom on everything that happened, i cuddled with her in the nights to have a long chat but only to find myself fast asleep with my hand wrapped around her. It was divine bliss.
Lots of friends and not enough time to meet everyone.I did catch up with quite a few thanks to my friends wedding.
A hectic 4 or should i say 3.5 days spent in meeting family and friends, man surely 4 days will never suffice.

Oh my, how I envy people who stay with their family. Things I had taken for granted once were no longer that way. Every little thing that my mum used to do as default seemed so special to me.
Life teaches you a lot when you live by urself.

AAMCHI MUMBAI

Its been more than 3 months since i have been in bombay and i guess i have seen and discovered enough of bombay to actually put it in words

A City where everything is possible, Especially the impossible!
Where lovers first love and then marry,
Where there is place for every Tom, Dick and Harry
Where telephone bills make a person ill,
Where a person cannot sleep without a pill.
Where carbon-dioxide is more than oxygen,
Where the road is considered to be a dustbin,
Where college canteens are full and classes empty,
Where Adam teasing is also making an entry,
Where a cycle reaches faster than a car,
Where everyone thinks himself to be a star,
Where sky scrapers overlook the slums (USHA KIRON),
Where houses collapse as the monsoon comes,
Where people first act and then think,
Where there is more water in the pen than ink,
Where the roads see-saw in monsoon,
Where the beggars become rich soon,
Where the roads are levelled when the minister arrives,
Where college admission means hard cash,
Where cement is frequently mixed with ash.
This is Mumbai my dear,
But don't fear, just cheer!