Inspired by some post I thought I’ll write a list of my own.
# When I am short of money I may skip breakfast, Its not like I have to pack tiff-in for husband and kids!!!
# I don't have any furniture in my room expect for 5 feet cot( 5 inches shorter than me ) for which I am paying 2000 every month.I care less, Its not like I have guest coming over for high tea or dinner. The only one who comes over are my friends and after a couple of beers, having it at terrace they don't even know where they are sitting.
# I may clean my room once in 3 months as long as I get suffocated by stinking smell of rotten tomatoes or fruits. I don't think it should be a problem for anyone.
# On weekends, I may be awake till the sunrises and sleep till the sunsets. And there’s absolutely nobody to question me.
# I have fully lodged kitchen (I accept expensive gifts so if anyone interested can present me one b/w I have long list) but I may have more maggi instead, Am I forcing anyone else to eat???
# I spend every single penny gracefully ,Savings are for people with responsibilities, and I have none.
# I may go for a movie after class, sleep at friends place,might continue the same and come back home after two days. Neither do I have children who are waiting for their bedtime stories nor a husband whose bed I have to warm.
# I may spend the entire week watching movies, dramas and reading books isolating myself from the world. Do I have any homework or projects to help with? well,I don't care.
# If I want to listen songs loudly or dance to item song at three in the morning, I can do so without the fear of waking anyone else up ( my roommate doesn't wake up even its high magnitude Earthquake)
# Yes, papers might be spread on the floor and I might be spread on them. Any issues? If you are visiting me please get used to it.
# Food eaten out of the packets, they are packed in is the tastiest. Plates are a major pain once used-till next use and the effort between the cycle, Ahaaa!!!!
#I wash clothes as I desire. And that too, I have to wash only mine, not a husband and kids'.
Last but not least
# Sometimes when I wake up in the morning and I find the Shampoo is over. I might have to adjust the day without my hair washed. Its ok its not like I am attending high profile meeting today to keep my hair shinny!!!
Thanks to my single cracked life I can do all the above things without any effort !!!!!!!!
*** I don't drink..............
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I was invited to the lunch by one of my friend, for I didn't seen him 5 years. Formerly, while studying in plus 2 me and him were most intimate friends and we used to spend long quite happy time together. He had passion for Literature, sometimes in between studies he used recite poems and stories. His parents wanted him to study in IIT, I always believed It was big deal ,for his mind was sharp and his mathematical skills were superior but he always thought studying for exams is anything but lazy. he was kind of introvert but had refined thoughts which stimulated and captured everyone's mind always. His parents were very wealthy ,they owned a big house and big Car which altogether might worth some crores.Like his parents wish he finised his studies in IIT and was working for some firm which paid him handsomely.
I sat facing the Sea. The sea was ranging and dashing its huge , slow, foamy waves along the coast with roar. I perceived the smell of ruins and the good strong smell of sea coast. I am passionately fond of sea, it is too vast , too full of movement impossible to hold. Unlike Earth , Sea is a different world, which has its own life , its settled inhabitants, its voices , its noises and above all its vastness and mystery.
A strange feeling of loneliness ran over my skin from time to time. The Waves reminding me the times when I don't feel needed , times when I don't feel capable, Times When I don't feel strong. Gazing at sea makes my moods are swing between happy and sad. I look around realizing that everyone is different colors of the same spectrum of light beamed through the prism of existence. I would often stop thinking for a moment to listen to the mysterious voices as the loneliness ran over my skin from time to time.
I came back to my room Pissed.I was frustrated when he said to Re-Consider the parameters which have taken for my research work. If I stayed there for few more minutes I would have hit his face. My friend cried almost all the way back to room. I Casted out my project book from my sight. I wanted something to calm down..
I played "Don't worry be happy" sound track by Bobby Mc Ferrin.
It has calming soothing effect.....
Here's a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note
Don't worry, be happy
In every life we have some trouble
When you worry you make it double
Don't worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy now
Ain't got no place to lay your head
Somebody came and took your bed
Don't worry, be happy
The landlord say your rent is late
He may have to litigate
Don't worry, be happy
Look at me, I'm happy
Give you my phone number
When you worry, call me, I make you happy
Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style
Ain't got no gal to make you smile
But don't worry, be happy
'Cause when you worry, your face will frown
And that will bring everybody down
So don't worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy now
In your life expect some trouble
When you worry you make it double
Don't worry, be happy, be happy now
The song has a life of its own , as the song went on I felt the softness sinking...
The sound of the song shall carry to the farthest corners and spread joy to all who hear it :).It bring hope and good cheer to all who are fortunate enough to listen to it . By the 6th time it started playing. I realised That I have had worse deal before...I have been target of greater treachery and I am capable of withstanding this and more...and Perhaps I have to see , understand and go through bigger conceivable eventuality...Its going to even out over a period of time, The important thing is enjoy the consequences no matter what :):)
Children always held special place in my heart. I always pretend to know them, watch them in silence, follow their slightest movement with affection in my glace.The natural innocence of children is something I cherish. Their cute little faces and chubby bodies are adorable and usually bring out the best in us. Sometimes they behave more intelligent then adults. They are innocent and open to life fully.
I come across lot of kids on my way to college. But this ,one kid really got my attention, who always indulged in the childish games like piling hills of sand in the footpath or playing pranks on the dog which affectionately licked him . When I smile at him or give him a flying kiss he pretend to catch it and sincerely return it . I always left for college at 8.30A.M and he happened to be there everyday waiting for his school bus, with his neatly pressed clothes and polished shoes , his school bag dangling in the back.
It was long weekend with college closed on Saturday and Monday for festival . My family wanted me to come home. My routine of going to college was back after a little togetherness with my parents and lot of laughter with my cousins , back home. On my way to the college I didn't see the kid, thought he might have gone to his native for festival and will return soon, But I didn't see him the whole week . I derived many theories , that they might have shifted there house , but the dog was there , so they must not have left. Thought he must be on vacation but it was neither summer or Dasara ( october) . It was very unusual to take such long leave during school days. I waited ,but didn't see him for next 10 days , I started missing him terribly. I felt something was wrong, I made up my mind to ask about him the following evening .
The following evening I went to the house where the kid lived , I rang the bell , A woman of 35 came to open the door, she looked like her heart was torn with grief, for a moment I hesitated and thought of telling her that I have come to wrong house, but I made my mind to ask her about the kid for I was terribly missing him. When I did, she broke in to tears she wept loudly and continually, until someone came running from inside. He found out I was asking about the boy, he came to me and said the boy met with the accident and died in the spot during festival. For a moment I felt , My life will not be same , The emotions were tremendous , Isolation started to set in quickly .I was blank for 10 minutes, I don't know what to think, what to feel and what was happening??I told my condolences to them , but my mind was still filled with the grief, She was a good mother and he was a good father why such sort of horrible thing has happened to them. perhaps her whole life she is going to live with the fear of loosing someone again. For few days my mind was haunted by the remembrance , the smile , the kiss, every charm of that innocent cute little boy. I came to room shut myself and wept. That day I lay in my bed afraid and anxious. I was Engrossed with my books for next two days until I realised that Although the world is full of suffering , it is full of overcoming of it. Initially I thought constantly about the Mother who has lost ,Time the healer somehow managed to assuage my grief. Whenever I read in the news paper the death of the child, It recalls to my mind the remembrance of the days, in which I saw the kid everyday. I take the other route though it is longer to reach the college .
P.S: May his soul rest in Peace
It's been 20 days I am back from the trip to Bhutan , Today when I sit down and go through the details of the trip, I remember the walk to the taschicho dzong , which we walked with long strides, drinking the fresh air . What would be more charming than to dream while walking over, enjoying the sunlight and the caressing wind. The Dzong ( Fortress) was magnificent. It is throne house of his majesty and summer residence for monks. Being a structural engineer i was wonder struck when Pari told they don't use blue prints while they construct the monasteries. We didn't hire any guide,which added to one of our advantages.You go any direction you please without any guide , save your imagination, without any counselor explaining what we saw. All three of us hated tour groups and planning in advance. We were glad that we didn't come with any guide else we would have lost a good experience with the immigration office. I always hated government office, they look at you as if you have come from another world. The people never smile at you. Its very scary to enter a government office in India. Well here we were surprised when they welcomed us , they were fun to talk , they taught us how to say "hello" and "thank you" in Dzongkha . They talked about their culture and economy ( ha ha ha... one of them talked so much and ended up proposing each one of us.. Though it was sarcasm I can never forget him in my entire life ) . The walk to the Taktsang lhakhang( Tiger's nest) which was one more best thing happened in Bhutan.We walked watching pine trees lighted with yellow rays of the blue sky. When we were depleted of strength while climbing, we went down on knees bend forward and drink the cold pellucid water wetting your face,it is just one great experience.The scenery from the Taktsang lhakhang was breath taking. It is almost miraculous to think of the construction of the monastery when there were no modern machines around. Even with the availability of the technology, it would be a big task to come up with a beauty like Taktsanag Monastery. How we were awfully hungry by the time we reached the top and how we begged for some food from monks and they were very generous to offer us some .
At every corner of the place, We were dazzled by the building’s magnificence and improbability. The whole country was like a museum for us and we watched everything with amusement. The people are as pleasent as the place is .They are a deeply, friendly people, simple and serene. In Thimphu we left almost a lakh worth camera and we realised it next day,when we went back in search of it ,the shopkeeper had kept it safe and she advised to be careful in future ( had it happened in India , they would have scared you away or fought with you for doubting their honesty). When we asked for help for booking a cab or hotel they would help us profuesly .
After entering Bhutan I realised why the blogs I read described it is mysterious place hidden for centuries up in the Eastern Himalayas. I always wanted to see how the world was until it was invaded by pursuit of materialism. My wish has been fulfilled for there still exists such place which has retained most what we have lost, where we can see and hear the melody of birds, The sound of flowing river ( The water in the river was very clear ,if the same river was in india we would have turned in to whichever colour we wanted , blue , pink or green ). When I come to unspolied place like this ,I am in heaven . I really hope that they can hold on to that for as long as possible. As for the architecture is considered ,All the temples have grand colorful paintings depicting the wheel of life and the biography of Lord Buddha.The Bhutanese sense of their place in their world is found in the mural paintings of the four harmonious friends on the walls of temples. ( Its a story which perfectly demonstrates harmony, interdependence, co-operation and friendship between four animals who become close friends).Exterior looks of the window and other wooden items are same as that of it was 100 years before, I guessed that paintings on the Bhutanese window are not just for beauty but they have deep meaning. The houses were almost two storyed .
All the rides in Bhutan gave stunning experience, Watching the towering Himalayas, the verdant slopes. The Bhutanese know to ride really really fast, at times when I was on the road, i would look out of the window to detect any signs of large rock rushing ominously over us :) . The scary part in the rides were there was about 1.5 lanes and we had to squeeze by the huge dump trucks going other way of the corner , of course we were the ones riding on the edge of the cliff.
I know nothing more enjoyable than that happy-go-lucky wandering life in which you are perfectly free, without shackles of any kind, without care , without preoccupation , without thought even of tomorrow. The 10 days in Bhutan made me feel, real me. we had passed 10 happy days of listlessness and liberty. The trip made us experience the soul of country and given me moments that will linger in my mind forever. Hoping to visit Bhutan sometime soon.
P.S : My writing doesn't do any justice for what i saw and Experienced in Bhutan. Whatever I have written here is too small or too less.