Here I Am

Title translation: Uhm, I dont know. Considering what I’m writing about, I guess ‘Cheap thrills’ would be alrite.

You won’t believe what I’m writing in to say! For those of you who belong to the extra miler category, please ignore. It’s been 4 years, after 20 years of non stop flying, that I’ve travelled by flight. As dumb as it sounds, landing here at the CST airport in Mumbai and finding this Free Internet Service terminal has made me elated! You must know that part of the reason why my elation is so extreme is cuz the person who was to travel with me to Surat (for official reasons) missed his flight with me and is right now on the next flight in. I, in the meantime, am waiting for him like a fool.

Funny part is I can’t even get a cup of coffee here cuz all the restaurants or whatever are either in the Departure lounge or outta the airport, where I can’t go right now. And so here I am, lunchless and regretting not saving that bar of Toblerone from yesterday.

This keyboard is soooo fucked and I’m not able to colon d!

*grinning away to glory all alone. I’ve GOT to stop!*

CRIB!

That’s what this blog of mine has been.

Why this magnanimous revelation now? Well this, people, marks my 100th post on this blog!

100…can you believe that? I know, I know – most of you out there have beaten me on this a long while back but it’s never too late huh?

And so, commemorating my dear self, I’d like to raise a toast to the Beetle woman – moi hehe…

One new post coming right up!*

*I’m typing it out right now…seriously…I SWEAR!

P.S: I’m seriously seriously considering moving back to blogspot. All in favour, say ye!

If there’s one thing (among many things) I hate, it is the feeling of helplessness. I care less for issues pertaining to myself. I know for sure that I have limited control on my life and when things don’t go my way, I don’t really fret it out (allll that much). I just crib.

But I hate feeling helpless when it comes to not being to help someone.

A couple of weeks ago, a friend of Pp’s met with an accident while riding back from college on his bike. After an agonizing week of waiting, he finally decided it was way cooler up there. I felt so pathetically unable to do anything, or say anything or even think anything (yea, that’s a first!). I wished a million times over that there could be something I could do. Another doctor? Some other treatment? Prayer? I mean what? And I didn’t even know the guy. I felt the pain Pp felt at having lost one of his really close friends. I was seeing things through his eyes and I was just so….at odds…not being able to do anything to change the situation or alleviate his pain.

And then yesterday. My grandad’s sister had a heart attack. I must mention I have this ultra-soft corner for those 80 plus-ers. I find them adoringly cute and I could spend hours talking to one. I was a little taken aback at the slightly callous, if I may call it that, attitude of those around. Other relatives I mean. “She’s past her age, she’s in a lot of pain, she’s a heart patient with 3 blocks now and she’s 83 – any point in doing a bypass? All that money, who has it? Everyone has their own tension” Etc etc. That poor little thing was more worried about her children having to spend money and time on her than think about her own pain!

I’m not taking anything away from all those who were around her. They obviously care for her more than anything but yet the other concerns were lingering in the air like unwanted guests. I was pissed as hell. I wished then that I had just studied a little harder and become a doctor. I regretted every one of those dresses I just bought, wishing I’d just saved atleast some money that could be of help. I know she has her own people to help. I’m sure they know what’s best for her. I know they would take care of her better than I could.

I tried to pray – which is what everyone said is the least I could do – but I just couldn’t shake off that feeling. At the end of it, I just shrugged and let it be.

It sucks to feel helpless.

Go ahead. Look carefully at the snaps above of 2 different pairs of earrings of mine and spot the difference NOT including the difference in colour AND size (if it is apparent in the snap).

Don’t find anything remotely or radically different? Well, there you are. Neither did I see a difference, but there is one.

The earring in Pic.1 cost me Rs. 225 at LifeStyle – some Godforsaken brand called Sarah.

The earring in Pic. 2 cost me Rs.20 at a road side shop in Pondy Bazaar.

And what’s more disconcerting? I got 6 colours of the 20 bucks thing -each one prettier than the other.

Gimme that Antacid. Heart burn is what I have.

Hello!

It’s been well over a month since I last wrote. Seems to be the norm with me these days . Ever since I discovered e-books, I’ve been doing little else at work. It’s made me lazy, really.

Almost everywhere I go, I feel I have an opinion I itch to write about. But by the time I start penning, my thoughts are scattered and I just decide to let it be.

I’m not even sure most people who used to read this blog are even around anymore. I mean not here, reading this blog atleast. And so to anyone who cares, I’m sorry for being away

I, however, follow all my favourite blogs religiously. Adi, Chutney, Uncle S, Anoo, Idling, Arun and everyone else on my blogroll. Sometimes I actually feel a tad bit emotional – somewhere bordering on hurt – that I’m so out of the pack. That I’ve become an outsider in the world of blogging I so loved. Where I made tons of friends and had tons of discussions on tons of different topics. As always, I miss that.

But well, life goes on. But I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got loads to write on.

Soon.