Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Spontaneous thought's about...a phone call.

Yet another technical end to our conversation! 'SNIP' and it's over. We didn't even say our sweet "bye's" . Thank god! we don't measure our lives in terms of our phone batteries. I would be about a century old..make that two..!! Why does this technical glitch make me feel irritated?? Am I technically maladaptive(TM)?
Those days (un dino u see!)...sigh..well those days when my father (or would it be my grandfather?..umm,the telephone came to India around the 1950's. By then my grandfather had two to three kids so, well, my father it is then) may have tried calling my mother with just a few paise (or rupee?... now its your turn to tell me!!heehee!) to spare over an STD call. And the phone went dead with no more coins to insert, did she feel the same or did she feel in a different way..unknown to me? Maybe she coyly kept the phone down,returned to her room and went about her other chores. Perhaps she waited for the next call.
May be I am TM...or am I..am I?!
The joy,however, of having talked beats my TM any day. That's something common I shared with my mother I guess..!
Thinking 'un dino' actually helped!:)

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Bhandarkar Road

As I walk down everyday from class i catch a glimpse of the white van with a familiar figure driving past. Thrice already. Was I noticed?
My ATM, the Titan showroom, Spencer's daily where I generally buy a pack of curd from, the fruit vendor, crossing over to opposite lanes..all had become entwined into a simple part of my life-the walk down Bhandarkar road.
So, once again I baught a pack of curd and for a change cornflakes from Spencer's. I walked down the lane ,lost in my own thoughts. Amongst the vehicular sounds that get lost in one's subconscious the sound of deliberate honking stood out...
..a white van passed by, a hand waved out and Icaught sight of a checked kurta...recognition.
I carried on..trying to supress the delight oozing out through my smile. Crossed over to the fruit vendor and bought a watermelon for Rs. 25.

It turned out quite sweet..!

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Cookie

We met up for the first time in the new year. The day was a sunday and after a long time it felt like a sunday. The roads empty with an occasional vehical driving past. The sun, just right, as warm as a freshly baked cookie. And somewhere, the birds chirping, a dog barking.
We had a relaxed meal together sitting next to the glass window. A lengthy heart to heart,a blush, a smile, a hug, all had a sunny feel. With the lazy afternoon lingering on i withdrew money from a nearby ATM. A smile to the other regular customer. We took an auto to the market place as the lazy afternoon made it's presence felt in our feet.We browsed through the bestsellers on the sidewalk..i just registered the prices to buy one with next months pocket money. And we just walked.
The day was slow yet enchanting. We were living in the present.Simply.
Our heart's were happy.
A few minutes back..

When we were in the auto, at a red light, a little girl stood looking at us from the sidewalk, we called her, gave her sweets. She disappeared. As the red turned to green , she ran to one side and as she caught our eye she smiled and waved out to us. We waved back.
The little girl made our day, just like chocolate chips in a freshly baked cookie...