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Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Delhi :: I

Delhi. Our beloved capital city. In my entire life, I had visited its exterior many times. Just by road, mainly to board flights or receive someone. While going to the Airport by road from Chandigarh it takes around 5 hours. As a child I always used to recognize Delhi by big traffic jams and smoke filled highways. The traveler in me always wanted to explore this city. And so I'd given a chance to do so. It was supposed to be a really short trip, of one day. But I was excited.






So me and the homie set out early in the morning. I was up at 5, one of those few days when I could wear that crown of punctuality. It was raining as both of us made our way towards the railway station. We had our fingers crossed, so that we could get our train tickets in the current slot, which rarely happens. And because this over populated country prefers to book its train tickets beforehand. As expected, we didn't get the tickets. There was a detour to the bus stand with a puking bag in hand. As a child, road travels haven't suited me. Even now, that childhood trait is revived sometimes.


Thankfully the bus journey was smooth minus the heat. After 5 hours we were in

D d d d d d dilli dilli dilli dilli dilli dilli dilli!





Welcoming us was a bus stand which looked like a graveyard. We got down and made our way to the metro station. Our hungry tummies were screaming out to our brains to find some place to eat. That's when we spotted a McD at the Kashmere Gate metro station. I liked the fact that they had a McD in the train station. Hungry peeps can hop off trains, take a bite and leave with smiles. We sat and started hogging like hungry elephants. We looked around and saw couples sharing their burgers. It was a little strange, I mean why not go for two burgers. What if your partner has bad breath? Gah!


As I looked around I saw this Chinese lady carrying her tray here and there, trying to find a place to sit. She looked like she was a backpacker. Dressed in hippie like attire with a back pack. I waved out to her as there was an empty table beside me. She smiled and said “Thayeenk you” in her Chinese accent. She sat there as me and the homie silently munched our burgers. I wanted to start a conversation but it was Delhi and there was tag hanging on me, which said “Rapist?” .Also; I’m very bad at starting conversations with random people. So, I just let her enjoy her meal. After a while I saw her taking out a journal and writing something in Chinese. I presumed she must be writing about me. Heh.

So, after the hunger satisfaction session. We were ready for our first metro ride. The long queue at the ticket kiosk was a bummer. We silently joined the queue. We were confused as to which route we had to take for Janakpuri West. We thought we’d ask the ticket vending lady once our turn comes. That’s just what we did. But she pointed finger at the map drawn beside her counter, in complete disinterest. We asked people behind us, they behaved like dodos too. So finally we figured it out ourselves and bought two ticket tokens.



We entered the metro station as we saw people flocking here and there. Students, working people, oldies everybody had that ”Big city” hurry. We figured out which train to board, all thanks to that little map you could spot everywhere in the metro station. It’s a savior.




The metro arrived, like it floated on something really silky. No noise, no screeching breaks. The automated doors opened and there was a frantic exchange of people. Two crowds of people moved in and out of the train. After a little pushing, you’re automatically pushed to your destination. Everything is automated here. Heh.

The metro made its way on the elevated rails. The station announcer sounded like Kumar Sanu, announced station names after an interval of 4-5 minutes. This metro is fast dude. Like really fast. But I had a tough time stopping my laughter when I heard station names like “Shaadi Pur” , “Pull Bangesh” , or the awesomest of them all “Jhande waala”.

I noticed people in metros. They were like people everywhere; just that they love to stare at you. I don’t know if I was noticing too much because I had come with a preconceived notion about the city being unsafe. But still, they just won’t stop staring at you. Click a photo. Stare. Talk with your homie. Stare. Laugh at a funny station name. Stare. Stare. Stare. Stare. I must say I started feeling like a chick. Yep.

Also I saw many kids in the metro with books opened in front of them. With earphones on, they continuously stared at a single page without turning it. Couldn’t make out if they were asleep.

A couple of minutes and four hundred stares later we reached Janakpuri. I had to enquire about a training institute. So after talking with this cute receptionist who asked us water and never really served it, we left. We had to find some place to stay for the night.

Thanks to my awesome twitter folks. I came to know about Paharganj. I’d researched a little about it. It was know to be a hippie and backpacker’s hub. We reached the place. I won’t say that the place had a scenic beauty. It was just like any other part of Delhi, but it felt like home. Why? Cheap hotels, Dhabas. My wallet was smiling already.

After getting a cheap room, we embraced our beds for sometime. Talked about our futures which don’t look quite bright at the moment. After an hour we hopped down to hunt for some food and booze. We thought of looking for some booze first. We walked the shop filled boulevard. Paharganj totally looked like the desi time square. We then encountered a severe disappointment. We couldn’t find a liquor shop. In fact all this while we hadn’t spotted a single liquor store! This was bad! And for guys like us it was the end of the world! I had found my answer. Men here are frustrated due to lack of drinking points, that’s why a lot of crime happens here. Yep.

We finally spotted one and we thanked the lord a hundred times. Homie got a bottle, after which we got some food and made our way to the room. The over spicy food sucked but it was okay, as we had a bottle to finish after it. After hogging the shitty food, we poured our drinks. After finishing the first round, we knew something was missing. We looked around and suddenly spotted the noisy TV. I did a good deed by switching it off. And after that, we were on trip down the memory lane. We talked our hearts out; it was like pushing the rewind button and reliving the twenty odd years again. Time had stood still. Some 90s music gave us company and we were having the time of our life. Memories, crushes, Old TV shows, movies everything was discussed. The talking session went on till 3 am. If it weren’t for this drinking session the first day of this trip would’ve been a total disaster. A memory was created that night, a memory which will last a lifetime. Yep.

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This concluded the first day of my Delhi trip.

In the next part, we’ll talk about more Delhi stares. How this kid roams alone in the big city while it rains and draw certain (harsh) conclusions about the city.

Cheers to my imaginary reader.

Later.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Heading out of the cave….

The dark cave may cover the skies above. But in the end the sky will re appear. That day you'll look back at the cave and smile.


I've reached the end of my cave. It feels good. All the good or bad things that have happened in the past, I'm so very glad about them. They just gave my destiny's course a new direction. The storms, the violent waves, every moment I've spent with them. They've shaped me. They've made me a survivor. They were my friends disguised as foes.


Now, I value moments. Moments before the storm. I live in moments; therefore life isn't small for me. Little joys are grand celebrations for me.


=)


PS- Now that I'm a little free. There'll be lots to write here. Firstly, a tribute post to all college friends. Are you listening imaginary reader? Excited?! Heh!


Sunday, June 19, 2011

Dear XYZ,

I know life hasn't been fair to you. The hardships you've faced in your life, are much worse than what we all suffer. You've cried late at nights with no one besides you but your misery. I know my dear; I can't even imagine your pain. No matter how many words I utter to console you, they'll never heal the wounds your heart hides. I've tried time and again, to be your light, to help you. But I guess the darkness has become a part of you now. I'll not tell you anything now; I'll just embrace you and let you free. With all my wishes and prayers with you, I'll let you walk the walks of life. You might trip and fall time and again, but I'll be right there smiling at you.

May you find the life you desire. May those voids of heart fill in with a new hope, a new love and a never ending feeling of emotional completeness.

All my wishes and love to you…


 

= = = = =

Sometimes it's better to leave people on their own. You can't change their course of destiny. Just let them walk the walks of life with your silent prayers assisting them. Yep.


 

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Meet the old man…

22. Just a number. For a traveler, numbers don't matter. The journey matters and it goes on….

I usually don't like birthdays, for some strange reason. Yeah. But there's a weird feeling at the end of the day, and for a change it's good. Feels like crossing a hurdle. I see closed doors. Closed doors hiding something unknown, which may be good.

No ranting today. A smile on my face, about the unknown that lies ahead. Coz that smile is what matters. It adds meaning, adds essence to a life full of unknown surprises.

This old man is 22.

<Insert coughs>

Where's my arm chair?

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

#BirthdayBoy

Here's my birthday cap…

What's written on it is "Jack ass"…

Birthdays are just tight slaps on your face which remind you of old you're supposed to become. Yep.

My birthdays have always coincided with chaotic times in my lives, like today. Something which really does not make my existence so merry.

Also all that formality of other's wishing you, A happy birthday. Gah. And only you know that there's nothing to be happy. Heh.

As always, even on this birthday I let out some more thread to this kite of mine…..

Let the divine wind take me to some place, which is hopefully better….

Happy Birthday, Me.

Life and its one last quickie…


Sick and tied. Yep.
This post does not sound any different from what I always write here. But I've hit the saturation point again. If you don't know what's the Saturation point, you can look back into the blocg archive. I've described it and it sucks. But if you're too lazy to check, I'll describe it in four simple words- "HADD HO GAYEE HAI".
Well yes. And these times hurt even more when all your friends are busy enjoying and planning their bright bright futures and you're busy giving your back papers. Gah.
Maybe for some people life is different…
After fucking you a hundred times, it will end up asking you for a one last quickie.
That's life for some of us. Yep.
And it sucks…
GAH.
PS- Who's birthday is it tomorrow?

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Just. Look. At. Those. Figures.

12/14

Papers cleared/ Papers given.

All the shit that I write here is largely because of my engineering degree course. For some of you I may be a kid who's sweating the small stuff. But remember, even an ant bite is capable enough to kill an elephant. In the end, it's not how big or small the thing is. It's the impact. Yep.

Engineering has given me a lot of mental torture. Well, I had fun too. But there has been a lot of mind fuck. Sleepless nights, miserable dreams, rants on twitter, some tears in silence. Back-to-back exams. For 3 consecutive years I had written an exam on my birthday (this year being the fourth one).

But in between this entire mind fuck. All the misery, I discovered a part of me that I never knew before.

It's like getting lost in the darkness and finding someone beautiful.

Now I think I'm a little more refined. I speak less. I have an awakened spiritual side. I also discovered a unique inner voice inside me. And most of all, I've started drinking. Heh.

So there, all that shit becomes worth it. When you look at the mirror and a better, more refined and a stronger person stares back at you.

Thank you Engineering. For all the shit. For all the misery. But most of all, a new "Me". Yep.

PS- More about the figures stated in the beginning: I'd given 14 papers in 2 months. Cleared 12. 3 more to go and I'm off to a different road. Yep.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

*Sob*

Farewell to the friends,


Farewell to this place,


Farewell to my college days,


Farewell to the moments,


Farewell to the times.


But not to the memories,


That'll stay in my mind...

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Last day of college today. *sob*

More later. But before that, a last exam. Yep.

Friday, June 10, 2011

The emotional ocean…

Firstly apologies to my Imaginary reader for the previous blog post. Even I couldn't understand what I wrote. Didn't expect a Bacardi Breezer to do this much damage. Then again, my metabolism is crazy like me.

Anyhow…

The thing I wanted to talk about…

Over the years, some of us collect an emotional ocean beneath us. Some of us who aren't bestowed with small woes. The woes that justify the imperfection of our life are not what others around us have. But we keep moving, because that's the rule. The emotional ocean keeps increasing inside us. Barriers of loneliness keep it locked in. Some days, this ocean inside us roars. And there's a random urge to cry. Just to let go. Just to embrace a warmth we want to feel deep inside our hearts. But the tears silently flow, as the inner ocean roars….


Weird feeling this is…

I feel it many times….


Then again, I'm crazy just like my metabolism. Yep.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

#DrunkBlogPost

Sorry world.
I may not have a cliche life. My woes may be small for you. But only this bearer knows the pain. You may be point fingers and pass your judgements. But this man, right here , on the opposite side of your finger tip, is actually a more realistic judge. Your cliche perspective may feed your brain with motions. But his heart is trapped in between layers of thorns. You cannot be a true judge, as only he knows the pain.

Don't blame anybody, world. They're all puppets of their circumstances. Try to understand each one's circumstances. It will only make you thankful about your life. A life you may take for granted.

Behind the person being blamed, is his ugly destiny playing a game with his circumstances.

Like I always say. The road has already been laid. We're merely walking it.

Also, I think I love her. Well, this heart of mine. It runs away like a little puppy to any slight display of affection. I know it's fucking stupid. Maybe that's why it's my heart.

I won't think about the future. I always do. Every. Fuckin'. Second. Of. My. Life. But now, I won't. I'll enjoy this temporary relief.

I surrender to you, my ugly destiny. Here, I'm right here by your feet. Crying for sympathy. You give me my consolation prize and I'll wipe these tears and sport a smile.

Yep.

#DrunkBlogPost
Whatever that meant. I'll figure out later. It just came out.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Saturation Point..

What is the saturation point?

When you don't feel like crying. Because those tears have dried up. When you feel like ripping out that heart of yours. Because all that frustration has now turned into rage. When every one has moved on but you're still there, chained to your misery. When there's nothing left, hope, love, happiness. It all burnt in that fire inside you.

Now you've attained that saturation point, when you want it all to end.In an instant. In this very moment. Coz now... It's unbearable.

Today I feel that Saturation point. Yep.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Another The End...

Another night.
Another battle survived.
Again the sword has been drawn back into the scabbard.
As I sleep under the moonlight.

Good night Imaginary reader.

Friday, June 3, 2011

The Couch..

This couch has been a witness to many of my engineering degree battles. Yeah. I've won some and lost some..

But it still stands strong...

For me it's my chariot. Yep.

PS- I'm checking the photo sending feature of my phone. If you see the picture of my couch, it works. Else, it doesn't.

The Sweeter Fall...

I've fallen down yet again.

But it feels different.

The fall feels like a routine thing. I feel a little stronger. Maybe, I'm headed to a different direction. Maybe.

After all the hardships, there comes a phase of emotional weightless-ness, emotional numbness. Although those wounds will hurt.

And when the skies are dark. There's always a guiding star, bestowed upon us by the divine power. I'm glad I've got my guiding star.

Also, we're back after completing the circle. I started this blog after I deleted my previous Twitter account. I've deleted my Twitter again. Why? To escape my stagnant mind. I don't want to hold onto my thoughts. Times are tough, I'd rather glide through them. Or as Zen states I want to "Empty my vessel".

I secretly wait for better days like always. So that hope can be instilled again.

Please note. I'm not cribbing. Just stating facts.

Things will get better from now on. I know. I fuckin' know this.

I got drunk today too. Alone. For once the world didn't matter. I just enjoyed my fall in slow mo.

Let's not strech this bollywood drama.

I'll see you on the other side.

<Insert orchestra music>

PS- Tell your small mind to relax and ignore the typos.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Darkness...

It's 3 am. There's a power cut. I can hear the sound of rainfall outside, as darkness gives me company.

They've all misunderstood darkness. It's one true companion anyone can have. It makes you feel that you're alone. You actually are. It says nothing to console you. Thereby making you accept a silent truth. Yep.