Tuesday, January 1st 2013
Green big room
Another year passed by. rather quickly, as it appears to be.
Being a reluctant traveler of the past, these recollections have happened with much difficulty. so, bear with me for disjointed observations that ensue in this post
January 2012: Met Laura, my German roomate and soon to become adult-talk friend. responsible for my kickass misadventures-sexual and otherwise. little did i know that living with her would become an enjoyable habit. there was a sense of unspoken familiarity between the two of us. without romanticizing further, she was a strong reason to believe that friendships can grow stronger even among roommates provided the two parties are on the same scale of maturity and kink. :P
i also liked how she became my entry to expat circle and the helped me realised that i feel hand in glove, among the white-skinned.
March 2012
Breaking up with Bart became a driving force to pick up guitar. The urge was reported second time. fortunately it materilaised into something real this time. fingers hurt almost to the point of bleeding. Mastered basic chords. Em is still a favourite. Accolades go to P.A for putting up endlessly with my impatience. But like all things, the guitar disappeared in the the obscure lands of dust in the months to come.
May 2012
my tryst with one of the most revered ambitions came to end. JNU will always be a note-worthy chapter in biography of the self. I might not be tailor made for academics, but I discovered a strong desire to teach. to bequeath all that is valuable to me. to touch lives not in a philanthropic/NGOish way but to give back an inch of one's evolved brain to the humanity as a rightful reimbursement to the source of creation. Even though this desire has been currently boxed into a shelf but someday, a wish wrapped in those boxes will hopefully see the light of the day.
Having already established a knack for instantly relating to the expat breed, the next big thing to happen was Falooda. how do i describe him. A jester, a ninja, a warlord of witchcraft. I was instantly taken into his world of fantasy. Nothing he said ever made sense, but it made the unbearable weight of existence a little lighter, and a little too joyful. On a hind sight, he was a Neil Gaiman book that ended rather abruptly. I still can't put fingers on what caused him to vanish. more to come on that
August 2012
The much awaited rendezvous with Grouchy-my grouchier second half. growing thinner and wiser by each passing day. Manipal-Gokarna-Goa was the perfect holiday I could've asked for. what should i say about Gokarna. It was an island straight from the pages of National Geographic magazine. Untamed rains, pounding on the flesh, releasing the baggage of the past. words can't do justice to the quiet trance of that place. the traditional duo of ours, saw a small participation of Falooda. And it didn't feel out of place at all. he was welcomed effortlessly. You know what? This part of the post is causing me the greatest trouble. recalling this time feels like trying hard to recall the fragrance of a much loved perfume. You know, you were addicted to it, and it made you smell in a fabulous way. A part of you still wants to smell that way, but sadly, the perfume is over and it isn't to be found again. all you have is a funny lingering sensation of what that perfume smelled like.
the spell of the dream holiday was quickly broken by the ruggedness of employability. The second stint in advertising happened in DDB Mudra. At first, it was rigorous and greatly exhausting and gave an adrenaline rush of a tenuous sport. But it soon faded into dejection, dispassion and listlessness of having to deal with a mediocre team and an acerbic boss. flu-face should be donated to world's best psychiatry ward as a case study in neurosis. i should shut up, because he's been such an intensively discussed subject of my blog. if i manage to become a novelist some day, I'll thank him in my head with equal passion of having cussed him in my writing.
September 2012
i saw myself going on a downhill ride with Falooda. he was completely oblivious to it all. it was also the time when my hormones were going cuckoo from I-pills et all. i reported a major delay in chummies and grew freakish and paranoid about getting knocked up. all i remember was feeling utterly stupid and juvenile and helpless. i developed a strange subconscious aversion for sex. i began looking for reasons to break up with Falooda but i guess i couldn't summon the courage to do it then.
October 2012
Falooda had taken a back seat by now. I was working towards a day free of work humiliation. i wasn't succeeding very much but I was religiously at it. Math announced his visit it to Delhi unexpectedly sometime mid october. the spirits went up delinquently. words rushed like tides on a rough sea. how do i put that night of walking in JNU? embalming, healing, therapeutic. i thought i had found myself an anchor that night. little did i know that, he was a storm in disguise. upturning my world, upturning my feelings for the mankind, unleashing a harsh journey of self-betterment. who would've thought an alcholic banter could evoke something so strikingly profoud.. real wars, he spoke breathing heavily, real wars are not fought with weopans and canons. real wars are waged in the hearts of all men against their very own nature..
I am still unaware of what he meant by those words, or where is he headed to in life. but when in doubt, i look upto him for strength of an unspeakable kind.
November 2012
Sulking had become a habit at work by this time. flu-face was doing an excellent job of making me lose my nerves. i even remember succumbing to hormones one day and tearing up at work. Yuck, yuckety yuck. until, one fine day in a strange twist of events Boss called up and proposed the Dentsu offer. After much brain-storming accepting it seemed to be the right thing to do. I'm unsure if i can find a brilliantly talented writer like flu-face in future but i was sure i wasn't going anywhere with wilted spirits in Mudra either. The start of Dentsu kickstarted this blog, the rest is history as they say in famous speeches.
Family from U.S dropped by. Sandy storm and Dexter aged 3 and 7 (respectively) were a much needed delight from all the grown up madness at work. all i remember is being 2 kg lighter and infinitely heartier after they left.
End of November saw the end of a now dormant fling with Falooda. Breaking it to him was the hardest part of the story. coping with it was easy in comparison. doomed to singledom, invested all the time in watching Californication. followed by torrid fantasies of David Duchovony.
December 2012
I can safely vouch Dentsu to be the nicest agency i have worked with so far. ofcourse, i have the tendency to hastily judge things and situations and print a rosy picture in my head and ofcourse i overestimate the value of things i begin to like. having said that, Advertising i shall continue to embrace optimism for as long as i can and laugh at your jokes until i cry. okay, i just got carried away with that.
before i wrap up this bittersweet post of mine. i must mention the new people (Gaazar, the dog-loving kebab manufacturing poet, Jignes, the bong detesting, sardarni in my office and her gang) i met recently and pledge to stick around with them just like the activities i embarked on but never went on finishing.
Here's to sticking around and seeing you at the end of 2013-wiser, happier and greyer.
Family from U.S dropped by. Sandy storm and Dexter aged 3 and 7 (respectively) were a much needed delight from all the grown up madness at work. all i remember is being 2 kg lighter and infinitely heartier after they left.
End of November saw the end of a now dormant fling with Falooda. Breaking it to him was the hardest part of the story. coping with it was easy in comparison. doomed to singledom, invested all the time in watching Californication. followed by torrid fantasies of David Duchovony.
December 2012
I can safely vouch Dentsu to be the nicest agency i have worked with so far. ofcourse, i have the tendency to hastily judge things and situations and print a rosy picture in my head and ofcourse i overestimate the value of things i begin to like. having said that, Advertising i shall continue to embrace optimism for as long as i can and laugh at your jokes until i cry. okay, i just got carried away with that.
before i wrap up this bittersweet post of mine. i must mention the new people (Gaazar, the dog-loving kebab manufacturing poet, Jignes, the bong detesting, sardarni in my office and her gang) i met recently and pledge to stick around with them just like the activities i embarked on but never went on finishing.
Here's to sticking around and seeing you at the end of 2013-wiser, happier and greyer.
