Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Sense and sensibility. . .

It's 2 am on the countdown charts and I've been listening to some awesome tracks by an UK artist called Nihal Chugh (if i got the name right).  It's quite amazing what he's done on his new album 'The Lost Soul'... hauntingly put together Hindustani classical with vocals (the singer has an amazing voice too...) with some rhythm and bass... superlative to say the least. My favourites? Bawariyaan and Ud ja... go on then, it's worth a listen.

So it seems that I have an essay due in a few hours from now, a very busy and long day ahead and then a couple of more assignments to work on. And here I am. Have my senses taken leave of me? Or have I taken leave of my senses? Either way, I hope sensibility prevails...

Summer is finally upon us (oh wait, I believe it's still Spring) and already the effects are there for all to see. Knee-lengths, shorts, sandals and flip-flops have already made their appearance in the corridors of academia. Occasionally, a sleeveless tee too. And yes, I'm tempted too... my Bandra Boy sensibilities have been evoked. But do I dare, yet? I don't know... later if not sooner.

I find myself increasingly at peace with myself. I'm not quite sure why, but the emotional turmoil has lessened. I've got my hair cut (well, it's been a couple of weeks now, sorry US didn't take any pictures), shaved too (which EVERYONE noticed!) and had the most wonderful surprise a couple of days ago. The sleeplessness seems to be going away too... yes, my heart is in safe hands.

I wrote to her, "I don't want that burden too..." She replied, "It's not a burden for you! Far from it... the pursuit of happiness is not a choice dear, it's destiny." She has accepted it. And I?

Meanwhile, somewhere in the Swiss Alps:
Ursula Heller has been selling apparel for hikers and trekkers for five years in her shop just off the town's main square. A threat to her business from nude hikers? She laughed deeply. "If you want to get undressed," she said, "you can always wear shorts or a bikini."

How profound is that?! I'm still laughing... and you? Go on then... smile, laugh a little. I know I am.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Just another day in paradise...

He still had another hour at work but he was bored, tired and sleepy. Yet another sleepless night. Just three hours of sleep was all he managed. When will this stop, he wondered. Luckily, he'd made it to work on time. As he looked around him all he saw were hunched backs and bent heads as their owners tapped away at the computers in front of them. The weather was lousy. Cloudy first, then rain and now cloudy again. Even as he looked out at the gloomy sky, he was surprised to find them clear - almost in an instant - as the sun shone through. Ok, this is it, he though to himself, I'm out of here! Barely five minutes later he was on his way home, hands in his pockets, snug against the cold and a song on his lips, "Aaj mausam bada beiman hai, aaj mausam..."

She sat there on the bench, visibly tired and exhaused. At her feet lay her shopping, four bags filled to the top. Surely, she's not all by herself, he thought. She struggled to get up even as he walked by. She'll manage just fine; in any case they never want help. But some thing made him stop, retrace his steps and ask, "Can I help you with those?" The relief shone on her face. "Oh, yes please young man, thank you." "I'm just going up Sheepcote Road; are you going the same way?" she asked. "Yes, yes, don't worry, that's on my way," he said.

"I'm such a fool to think I could have done this and at my age. I still needed more stuff, thank God I ran out of money," she was apologetic. It wasn't much of a walk really but with all those bags, she'd be sitting there for quite some time. He was glad he stopped. "I'm right here, thank you young man. I'll be fine now; I have the keys to the door and the lift to take me up." "Thank you, and bless you young man."

He left the bags at the door. "Don't worry about it, I was happy to help." He smiled, waved as he walked on... hands in his pockets, snug against the cold and a song on his lips, "Aaj mausam bada beiman hai, aaj mausam..."

Yes, it was just another day in paradise.