As I stormed off
to my bus-stop I began to run. I instantly recognized the hirsute driver with
that big paunch driving a decaying bus- so rickety and slow that it took eons
to cover the 18 kilometers to my town.
Having steered halfway through the bus as I found a seat to sink in it hit me that Winters are finally here. It was already darker than usual at 5PM and everything appeared glum. I've always liked Winters better. As a child I loved snuggling up in the blanket, blow smoke out of my mouth whenever I wanted and acting up about it, run my fingers on the windscreen covered with dew emblazoning my name. Even now I love winters as much. I'd wait for the sun to set, would grab my shuffler and go for a brisk walk. No profuse sweating like summers. Only the chill and the abandoned road. No texts demanding attention, no strings attached. Just Music and walk.
Immersed in this I reached home all bummed courtesy a bad exam, worse lunch and an even worse spat with my closest friend. But it all suddenly dissolved when I saw Noddy sniffing closely on a pillar and then demarcating its boundary. Noddy's a Yellow Labrador Retriever. He recognizes me well albeit I put up a little far from his place.
Like a True Sagittarius, I am an animal lover. The last black Labrador Retriever (whom I christened Bruno) I had to abandon made me weep. 12th grade and I wept like a girl. Once I found a snail in the backyard and I ended up sheltering it in a Q-tip box for 2 days feeding it leaves. So it is quite likely that Noddy excites me like nothing else does. He just pulls me to himself like Fe chips to magnet. Immediately he pumped me with an ineffable energy and gifted me back my chirpiness, ousting the bitterness all at once.
Plus I caught Rockstar again. With a different group of chums. Past it I've only been humming to its tunes. Rahman's music takes time to grow on but once it does, its soulfulness engulfs you. It's been after ages I've watched a movie driven by powerful music. Every track is amazing. From self-atoning Nadaan Parindey to goosepimply Tum Ko on which Kavita Subramanium makes a comeback to the burning desire on Aur Ho to the hopelessly romantic Tum Ho to the divine Kun Faya Kun. Jo Bhi Main is what I resonate with the most. Sadda Haq feels out of place on the album and I feel it was put only to give Rockstar an anthem. I'd go for Rockstar a third time just for Rahman Sir.
Now with 2 more MidSemesterTests to go I can sigh in relief. For I'm past the worst. MSTs presented themselves at a very odd time this semester. I had just got out of the hangover of a wonderful wedding. Honestly, I hardly had. The big fat wedding that it was. Here's the nitty-gritty.
At Sangeet. Potty-mouthed uncles with their gobs filled with Chicken Tikka clinking together their drinks. Ravenous ladies who only wait for the host to signal 'Dinner Is Served' and then rush together to the counter like an agitated flock of buffaloes. People who pull everyone to the dance floor but themselves merely clap their hands and keep hogging the camera. Fastidious relatives finding flaws in the almost-perfect arrangements. Amidst all the confusion there's a gang of guys who crash in for the free snacks.
At Wedding. I was taken aback when asked to do a Milni (putting a garland around someone from the same level of the other party's family tree) Shy as I am, I hurriedly put it and ran away from the flashes only earning ridicule. But a couple of scrumptious snacks were enough to make me forget the embarrassment.
The ceremony was flawless. With the bride and the groom on a rotating platform there were rose petals showered on them incessantly (from what looked like a sewage pipe but thankfully didn't get much noticed) and they exchanged their garlands and posed for everyone. Even the bride's entry was unique (memorable). A wise man once said "Because there's a Lady Gaga in all of us" and that is how the entry was. Reminiscent of Gaga's at 2011 GrammyAwards!
In a nutshell, it's been quite a week. Something I got to make changes about : I have this weird phobia of get-togethers and only the idea of meeting with a lot of people can make me wet my pants. I am supremely gawky. So attending weddings doesn't excite me as much but I'm glad I could make it to this one. Because there's something very warming about meeting long-lost cousins, aunts fighting aging & on every single meeting exclaiming at how tall I have grown, folks having stolen time off their schedules filling each other up with the missing links, all the stories making rounds, the stories I had missed, the stories they know about me, stories downright hilarious that now scream to myself that these stories are why I love my crazy family.
Having steered halfway through the bus as I found a seat to sink in it hit me that Winters are finally here. It was already darker than usual at 5PM and everything appeared glum. I've always liked Winters better. As a child I loved snuggling up in the blanket, blow smoke out of my mouth whenever I wanted and acting up about it, run my fingers on the windscreen covered with dew emblazoning my name. Even now I love winters as much. I'd wait for the sun to set, would grab my shuffler and go for a brisk walk. No profuse sweating like summers. Only the chill and the abandoned road. No texts demanding attention, no strings attached. Just Music and walk.
Immersed in this I reached home all bummed courtesy a bad exam, worse lunch and an even worse spat with my closest friend. But it all suddenly dissolved when I saw Noddy sniffing closely on a pillar and then demarcating its boundary. Noddy's a Yellow Labrador Retriever. He recognizes me well albeit I put up a little far from his place.
Like a True Sagittarius, I am an animal lover. The last black Labrador Retriever (whom I christened Bruno) I had to abandon made me weep. 12th grade and I wept like a girl. Once I found a snail in the backyard and I ended up sheltering it in a Q-tip box for 2 days feeding it leaves. So it is quite likely that Noddy excites me like nothing else does. He just pulls me to himself like Fe chips to magnet. Immediately he pumped me with an ineffable energy and gifted me back my chirpiness, ousting the bitterness all at once.
Plus I caught Rockstar again. With a different group of chums. Past it I've only been humming to its tunes. Rahman's music takes time to grow on but once it does, its soulfulness engulfs you. It's been after ages I've watched a movie driven by powerful music. Every track is amazing. From self-atoning Nadaan Parindey to goosepimply Tum Ko on which Kavita Subramanium makes a comeback to the burning desire on Aur Ho to the hopelessly romantic Tum Ho to the divine Kun Faya Kun. Jo Bhi Main is what I resonate with the most. Sadda Haq feels out of place on the album and I feel it was put only to give Rockstar an anthem. I'd go for Rockstar a third time just for Rahman Sir.
Now with 2 more MidSemesterTests to go I can sigh in relief. For I'm past the worst. MSTs presented themselves at a very odd time this semester. I had just got out of the hangover of a wonderful wedding. Honestly, I hardly had. The big fat wedding that it was. Here's the nitty-gritty.
At Sangeet. Potty-mouthed uncles with their gobs filled with Chicken Tikka clinking together their drinks. Ravenous ladies who only wait for the host to signal 'Dinner Is Served' and then rush together to the counter like an agitated flock of buffaloes. People who pull everyone to the dance floor but themselves merely clap their hands and keep hogging the camera. Fastidious relatives finding flaws in the almost-perfect arrangements. Amidst all the confusion there's a gang of guys who crash in for the free snacks.
At Wedding. I was taken aback when asked to do a Milni (putting a garland around someone from the same level of the other party's family tree) Shy as I am, I hurriedly put it and ran away from the flashes only earning ridicule. But a couple of scrumptious snacks were enough to make me forget the embarrassment.
The ceremony was flawless. With the bride and the groom on a rotating platform there were rose petals showered on them incessantly (from what looked like a sewage pipe but thankfully didn't get much noticed) and they exchanged their garlands and posed for everyone. Even the bride's entry was unique (memorable). A wise man once said "Because there's a Lady Gaga in all of us" and that is how the entry was. Reminiscent of Gaga's at 2011 GrammyAwards!
In a nutshell, it's been quite a week. Something I got to make changes about : I have this weird phobia of get-togethers and only the idea of meeting with a lot of people can make me wet my pants. I am supremely gawky. So attending weddings doesn't excite me as much but I'm glad I could make it to this one. Because there's something very warming about meeting long-lost cousins, aunts fighting aging & on every single meeting exclaiming at how tall I have grown, folks having stolen time off their schedules filling each other up with the missing links, all the stories making rounds, the stories I had missed, the stories they know about me, stories downright hilarious that now scream to myself that these stories are why I love my crazy family.
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