Saturday, September 24, 2016

The Empty Train

Have you heard of the empty train
The one that runs post midnight
When all the town is fast asleep
She merrily bolts under the starry night

I watched her every night
A beauty of a train she was indeed
With a shiny coat of paint on her
She appeared with lightning speed

The platform  long deserted
The lone guard snoring in his sleep
The train politely waited still
She had a timetable to keep

The windows had colourful drapes
And the insides were lit up bright
And sometimes when the moon came up
Her name would appear in plain sight

When the clock struck one every night
She'd appear,never be late
Prompt and eager like an anxious lover
Going on her very first date

I always wondered when a kid                                    
Standing by the window sill
A train as pretty as she was
Why did she run empty still

Mom said that the train must have been
A very mischevious one maybe
So the King of trains banished her
And thus she's forced to run empty

I felt sad for her and vowed to
Someday climb aboard the empty train
And travel far and wide in her, for I'd
many adventurous journeys to gain

Grown up, one day I went up
To the old platform and searched in vain
I guess she must have found a passenger

She was no longer my empty train.
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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.


Thursday, June 23, 2016

Are You Travelling or Traveling?

I do NOT claim to be a traveler. I am not exactly hit by the 'wanderlust' bug & have zero intention of 'some day having made enough money, quitting my job & traveling around the world solo...period'.
It's only my thoughts that wander around while I usually stay put staring blankly at the laptop before me.
But...but but but.. I belong to that category of Indians, who if they have arrived at a restaurant which is visible from their balcony, will painstakingly remove their 10" phone from their tight jeans pocket, stretch out their flabby right hand, try to get their faces  to resemble a fish out of water, click a selfie  (amazed to see the word underlined in red, Blogger grow up!) with a check-in to Facebook & innumerable hashtags (again underlined) on Twitter with the picture edited to make you look like a white guy in the 1920's with a sinister halo around him & then post it finally to Instagram (is this Blogger or the IE browser that I'm using? Hey I'm still in office, don't judge me!!).
And that kids, is how you should never write a single sentence.
Moving on...
Having confessed to being a social media traveler, I can now reveal that I often find myself incapable of staying at home on weekends...okay even weekdays! I have never sat still until I have explored the city that I live in. I arrived in Bangalore on 29th of Feb this year & already I have been to too many places that even my friends staying here for over 2years haven't heard of. I don't care who the company is, as long as it's not some drunken group of hooligans with a hidden criminal record, I'm fine. I can say I was for a while the smartest user of Tinder- I mean you can never really find any sane guy on that app, meanwhile why not checkout new places eh? I have even acted as the typical 'kebab me haddi' & barged into a group comprising of couples only.

I am shameless & ruthless when it comes to making plans, even if it's for a lunch during office hours at a restaurant 500 metres from office.
The one way to lose my trust forever is to have abandoned us -me & my plan become one entity once the plan has taken shape. You could have stolen money from me : I usually don't have much ..IT job...anyway.. you could have bitched about me sometime, you could have planned my murder & failed to execute & still I'd trust you my friend. But ditch my plan once & you're Judas for me!
I'm often adjudged the 'default-member' of any group that's planning an outing. And I bear the tag with pride even though my Mom tells me it's really because I am so jobless & needy & alone & don't have a life, which is why they all call me up. But Moms don't know nothing, right...right...right buddies?

Needless to say there are many who'd judge me & try to figure out why it is that I am always restless & raring to go out. Whether I choose to go walking up a hill or clubbing with some guy, I am always called out for it. And honestly I don't is not about getting a validation from others, or about the number of likes your Titanic pose got on Facebook -

#Fail #lame

It's just about not being a frog in the well.

Getting to try new cuisines (the delicious menu at McLeodganj), coming across new people (Tinder...hehehe kidding!), challenging yourself to new goals (not taking a dump in 2 days 'coz of the dirty washrooms in Rishikesh), overcoming your fears (river rafting, and now a trek),  experiencing nature up close ( Nandi Hills, Shimla..etc) & the culture (Jaipur, Chandigarh, Bangalore, Delhi) is what makes me want to hit the road again & again.

So no matter what you say,
no matter how low the funds are,
I will always find my way
& travel wide and far.

Again #fail #lame poetry

 Oh & by the way, you can use either travelling or traveling as one is British English and the other American.
 See you learnt something after wasting your time here.

Friday, June 3, 2016

Being Bangalored

And finally the famous Bangalore weather has decided to make itself known. The mornings are pleasantly cold, inducing sleep which does no good to a lazy bum like yours truly who believes donning a fitness band & taking a walk can make her lose weight. But let's save that for another story. The days are sunny & mildly humid with a cool breeze blowing all the time. And evenings are marked by thundering clouds that burst open on a whim & leave the city stranded in traffic jams. I think it's a plot, these traffic jams are perhaps the only time, the IT folk of the city get to experience the beauty of the rain.

I thankfully live only 1.5-2km away from my office which gives me the liberty to take a walk back in the drizzle. But it is advised to stay away from the pavements in Bengaluru for you never know which 2-wheeler might honk you off it on to the dangerous road, where buses & cars fly around almost like the Knight Bus ( that's a Harry Potter reference you GoT-brained git).

Power cuts happen a lot during the rain. And I happen to live on the outskirts of the eastern part  of Bengaluru. PG owners here don't believe in the concept of installing a power backup because you's Bengaluru. Rarely you'd find rooms with ACs or coolers in them, because again...Bengaluru. Until a few weeks back, when temperatures reached 44-45 degrees, this was a nightmare for my spent-3-years-in-Gurgaon-AC-PGs  wala body. But now I've joined the "It's Bengaluru" bandwagon as well.

Food here is not always idli-dosa-sambar as many believe. Sure you'll find a lot of those, but then round the corner there'll be this little 'litti-choka' stall, or a 'Kolkata kathi-rolls' & even 'Punjabi tadka' dhabba. My favourite is the golgappa stalls, because unlike the NCR golgappas with their meetha paani & suji wala puchka, here I get the Odia taste with the proper spiced up paani & deliciously filled up atta puchka. And for all those complaining about the quintessential coconut oil, here's a fun fact-it's healthier than the refined oil we generally use in cooking.

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Last year when I'd visited Bengaluru for my cousin's marriage, a rather long discussion had crept up amongst her friends from NCR & B'lore about which city has the best pubs and breweries. I'd say both the cities have their own charm in that department. Pubs here apart from closing earlier on weekdays, also are not always equipped with a dance floor. But the crowd here is good. Of the 4-5 places I've been to, never have I seen anyone have a drunken brawl or behave rudely. Although the popular places are sometimes so crowded you have to take care of your elbows not hitting anyone by accident!

People are very friendly. They mostly mind their own business. They would gladly help you out if you've lost your way. You'd find a few of those over zealous folks who if given a chance would make people get a visa to enter Karnataka, with the criteria being how well you speak Kannada. But you find such idiots in every state anyway.

So far so good at Namma Bengaluru...

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Friday, May 13, 2016

The Quintessential Loss

Been a long, long time since I wrote something. BlogAdda's WOW prompt about stuff we have lost, seemed to be perfectly timed-given my recent break up.

And while I was once again stifling tears & pulling out my hair, I noticed that I didn't need to pull it out at all. Strands of my precious mane seemed to be just waiting to depart my head. My most gentle caress could now, easily liberate 3-4 strands of fine hair off my scalp. This was no news, but it set me thinking. I like the many other fellow humans suffer from hair loss. Hair loss of the kinds that makes you worry & well...further lose more hair, is the worst!

From a thick mane that had once broken the teeth of many proud combs, I have now resigned to combing the delicate strands with my fingers. The idea of using shampoo fills me with sudden nightmarish visions-of the hair falling off and clogging the drain while I sob beside it. Being bald will never suit my large round face.

I miss the days when I could go off on my 2-wheeler, hair flying in the wind & it being so dense, not ending up in tangles that make you almost lunge for the scissors...almost. Now I cover my hair more carefully than I'd care about covering the rest of me. Fine, straight hair that can get tangled up faster than a pair of earphones placed in your bag.

I have tolerated the stench of  eggs & milk, a deadly combo that can knock anyone out, just to pamper my mane. I have harassed my room mate, refusing to bathe until the hour was up & then returned from the bath stinking worse than before. If you don't think that's possible, try keeping a mix of eggs, henna & milk on your hair for an hour & then wash off with cold water only.

I have oiled my oily hair, used up all 'love yourself'/'you are worthy' shampoos, even resorted to the orange-clad baba ji's concoctions that had me smelling like organic manure; but to no avail.

So I declare the loss of one's hair as the supreme leader, the top contender of all losses.
You lose a boyfriend, you get another. I have lost toys, clothes, lipstick, pens (pens...hmm..there must be a parallel universe where the pens disappear to) or keys, I have always bought another. Losing hair...seeing it fly away in plain sight and land lazily on the floor, in slow motion, will never stop sending a sharp stab of pain right in my heart.

And when the time comes when I finally go bald, I'm going to put this quote on my wall-

This week’s WOW prompt is – ‘League of Lost Things’
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda