Six days of grandeur...

Loads of food and gifts, the bridal trousseau, diamond and silk draped aunts, and lots of kids – There I was, in the “City of Joy”, Kolkata, at the Big Fat Indian Wedding. Being a Punjabi, I mostly know what grand weddings are all about, but this one made my jaws drop. Everyone, and when I say everyone, I mean, just about anyone, was dressed like it’s his/her own wedding!!! Suddenly, mine felt like acceptable work attire! And worse still, for some reason my sweet tooth betrayed me big time - in Kolkata of all cities! Every time I reached the sweets section - the famous sweets of Kolkata, remember? - I was left with an “Oh they look so heavy” feeling. Maybe that was just the true blue Bangalorean response.

Since I was there for the wedding and the wedding alone, I didn’t have time to see around the city. But I have a lasting impression of the city with the old Victorian looks to it. The tall buildings, the traffic cops dressed in white, in the forties style, remind one of the bygone era. The city is indeed frozen in time. And that’s what makes it so distinct. I really then felt, that the city doesn’t need re-modelling. When discussing Kolkata, I cannot fail to mention the “oh so daring” Cab drivers. I had gone to meet my Cousin, one out of those six days, and for some reason we decided to watch goal. Two of his roommates and the both of us, took the cab, and what a journey it was! It seemed like ages in a Cab at a speed of eighty or ninety kmph. The drivers defy any concept of a two-way road. They take you as close to death and then take a steep curve off it! And man, I was driven to the edge; I said my last prayers too! They particularly love to play with the dividers; they’ll zoom and rip till about a foot or two away from the divider, and just when you think you have taken your last breath, hell, you are jolly well back on to the right side of the road!

My best experience was a barge party on the Hoogli River below the Howrah Bridge. That apart, I did some pretty daring things, like walk out at 2.a.m (just a few steps, but that’s still daring by my standards!), only on the assurance that Kolkata is a safe city. I’m sure they just said that to me in view of my paranoid mind! After this visit, one thing is for sure - mine is going to be a court marriage!

Found my way back here...

Too many thoughts, one just racing to beat the other, and finally, the curtains fall… you never know who won.

I live a paradigm shift, and I believe I’ll emerge victorious, cause I still haven’t been shaken enough to change my truth, my basic value, and the principles that drive me. That should be just about enough to leap from the precipice :)

Working insane hours, and if work spared me any time, spending all of it with people around - catching movies and doing everything that I always thought I did not have time to do, returning home at crazy hours, I was left with a yearning for a slower rhythm. It was time to take the much-awaited break! I demanded a three day leave, I got it with great higgle haggle, but no guilt trips what so ever. :) I left work Friday evening (with loads of movies on my laptop), and it’s been great so far…

I watched a Kannada play for the first time – Heegadre hege. It’s cool, and funny, and I cannot understand one bit of Kannada when spoken in its purest form, only a familiar word here and there would do me the favour of “contextual understanding”. Apart from that, I got all of it! Caught up with a silly movie, and did some courtesy calls. Just pure timepass is fun sometimes :P Try it !

That’s all for now…

Bbings...

It’s been almost a month since I visited here. I know no one really missed this too much cause all the innumerous comments that I have (really? Thankyou!) come from all the publicity my status on gtalk brings, and little (just a little) of that other stuff I do (hush bush, ignorant people...you still haven’t read my blog entry?? hmph!) And I know some of you (yes! Abhinav and Bhanita, you can please smile at your mention here) regular readers don’t even have me bookmarked.

When I began to blog, I didn’t think I was going to blog regulary...as in… periodically… like those disciplined sorts… once a week blah blah. I knew I was going to write only when I really felt like it.

And today, trust me, I really feel like it, but as you may have already figured, I don’t know what to write! No… no ...please don’t go. Wait wait… let me come up with something. Like, shall I write about my really weird dreams these days?? Or would you like to know about my sleeping habits?? Okay let me just introduce you to whats on my mind right now – BBINGS.

Hmmm.It’s been quite a while since I met bbings and had the stupid fun that we always do. Suddenly we become like two year olds… have hell lot of fun … gossip (just a bit), discuss how everyone (we mean everyone “else”) has so many shortcomings, and no one is just as nice as us! It’s so true about bbings... you wouldn’t know the power of bbings until you’ve met them. No, we haven’t been trained in the jedi arts or anything, but yeah we can manage to get what we want pretty much easily.

So what is bbings? Going in the order, I can say it has one IQ-heavy photocopy machine, with weak ears, one storyteller, with a gay dog, one chatter queen with a small appetite (for food I mean! :P), one house of paranioa, and one small tiny kind of thing - a kind of a manipulator, a bit of a dancer, a bit of a head turner…

So all of this together forms a strong something (you see, we just cannot be defined or categorized), with an amazing bonding around it. And don’t mess… we are partners in crime too.

Anyways, we don’t reveal too much about ourselves cause we have some secret missions, which may be hampered by a lot of publicity. :P

And I have a few questions…

1) Why the hell do people (read: stupid people) commit suicide?

2) Can anyone interpret dreams around here?

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Be yourself!