A Sunday with myself

I woke up early with a vague idea of how my Sunday would be.
My first decision was to go to office. I left home around 8.10AM and reached office, had a nice breakfast and reached my desk only to find out that I was not able to ping the machine that had my environment setup. That machine was in another office that is about 10kms away from this one. I decided not to get disheartened and waste my Sunday. Having come this far, I ran a few personal errands and then decided to go to a nearby theater to watch a movie, Billu. The choice was obvious 'cause this was the only movie which none of my friends wanted to watch. I reached the theater around 12.30pm and bought a ticket for the show at 2.20pm. I had a solid 2 hours for myself.

I always knew spending time with one's own self, at times, is rejuvenating. This day completely proved me right. First of all, I was extremely hungry. I decided not to binge and settled upon a green salad. But gave in a bit to my taste-buds and bought an Appy Fizz also. I happily gobbled them all.

I got up wondering what to do next. I am not too much of a 'shopaholic'. However, they say girls always have an unending wish list of things they wish to have someday. On the same lines, I had been wanting a particular type of skirt for an insanely long period. Every time I laid my hands upon one, either I had no cash, or I had just splurged money on a lot of other things, or I didn't get my size in that, or it was way too expensive for me to consider or I didn't like the fit blah blah. I had even decided to stitch one. Luckily (or unluckily :P), for me, I saw a 'Nun' showroom there. I had seen their red skirt on display and had even seen it on their website. I always adored it. The shop had a Flat 50% off offer and I greedily grabbed the skirt this time without thinking twice. This gave me a sense of accomplishment and I reluctantly agreed that shopping is a great way to unwind.

I still had some time left. So I did some more window shopping, called up my parents, called up friends and then started observing people. There were 2 guys playing a very good game of pool - solids and stripes. I watched them from a distance for a while, lest they become conscious. There was a TeleShopping joint and a girl was desperately trying to sell a hair-curler to a girl. Poor thing, she could just not curl her customer's hair and obviously, the buyer chucked it and moved on. The multiplex was swarming with people and surprisingly today, there were a lot of good-looking girls. Maybe because I was noticing only today. I saw some guys drooling over girls, saw some parents getting irritated over their young-ones' rants, saw the wares displayed in Archies gallery and then realised that it was time for the movie.

The movie had a Bollywood superstar being cast as a Bollywood superstar. So, I knew what to expect from it. I bought a cup of steaming hot tea for myself and managed to smuggle my Appy Fizz inside. The movie was crap but I enjoyed watching it. As usual, I laughed and cried along with the cast. Irfan Khan, the lead actor, was fabulous and Lara Datta, the actress, was cute, though I didn't expect her to act so much. As the movie was nearing its end, I could hear pesky kids getting impatient in the theater. The movie ended with a so-called emotional, but actually hilarious sentimental speech delivered by the Bollywood actor who played a larger-than-life role. I could just not control my laughter. I must mention it here. Apologies to those who cannot read Hindi. SRK said, "mera dost Billu tha.. usne apne kaan ke sone ki baliyan bechkar mere liye Mumbai ki tickets karaye. aur bache hue paise usne meri jeb mein dal diye.. maine kaha in paison ki kya zaroorat, to usne kaha ki kisi gareeb ki madad kar dena". And this was just a small part of all his 'comedy'. I thought, sometimes, movies also are a great way to unwind. Underline sometimes :) Anyway, the movie got over and I took a rick and came back to office feeling completely rejuvenated and ready to take on Monday.

At office, I found a couple of friends online, chatted with them, penned this blog and now, off I go..No A/C in office is making me sweat like a pig, so I should sign off.

It, indeed, was a Sunday I'll remember and cherish. After all, one needs to be gifted to experience all of this. Oh! Ya.. the movie made me realize that again.

Me, the aurora

I am extremely beautiful, resplendent and I completely delight one's senses. The very sight of mine refreshes people. People say, Pleasantness thy name is the early morn! Yet, I wonder why so few people see me. Those who do manage to see me have a very limited set of activities to do. Some are seen exercising, some are seen yawning and waiting at the airports, some are seen busily segregating newspapers, some are seen delivering milk and so on. I feel even though I fill every bit of freshness into people, they are not very eager to see me.

On the other hand, I envy the dark night. Though I give way to it, so that people get to sleep, I see the late night is so full of energy and life. And the activities performed by people are so varied. Although I agree that a vast majority of the people are busy sleeping, but those awake more than just make up for their absence. Its at this time of the day.. (er.. can I call it that.. well, whatever..) when I hear people chanting Life rocks! There's booze flowing, there are all illegal activities happening at its peak, there are fast cars and bikes zooming past on the roads, there are girls and boys having fun in many different ways. In brief, most of the activities happen to make life 'livable'.

Of course, the rest of the day is spent in endless pursuits, duties, whiling away time blah blah..

I know of a person called Amudha. She wants to see both me, the idyllic and blissful early morning and him, the zippy and mysterious dark night. But her body does not allow her to do that. She assumes its the same story with everyone else. Today was one of the days when she experienced my cool breeze and wondered why she ends up ignoring me and yearning for the Nox..

To each his own...

'Life' in the lift

Gone are the days when people used to greet each other irrespective of whether they knew each other or not. Or so it seems whenever I take the lift. Journey in the lift hardly lasts a minute. But I notice that everybody is uncomfortable and wants to get out of it as quickly as possible. Not only that, everybody makes a conscious effort to not even glance at each other, lest they might be in an 'awkward' position - not knowing whether to smile, whether to say hello or just look away. God forbid, if anybody does end up looking at someone eye-to-eye, they invariably choose the last option i.e. look away. People even go to the extent of acting as if they are 'texting' someone, or staring at their own shoe, or even better, simply closing their eyes and waiting for their 'floor' to arrive. But the attempt that beats all of this is the constant staring at the LED display in the lift that shows which 'floor' is next. It surely seems strange to me that people find it more comfortable to look at that non-living thing pointlessly than offering a simple smile to the other occupants of the lift. After all, aren't they also human and won't they reciprocate? And even if they don't, what do you lose?? Isn't it any day better than consciously striving to avoid human beings by taking the aid of small nothings in the lift? And they say its a global village.. To me, its so near yet so far.. Don't we prefer to 'ping' people than even talking to them on phone??

I often wonder if the excessive invasion of technology in our lives is resulting in all this.. Guess its a never-ending debate... Technology, surely is a necessary evil and now , a resident evil :P.. And the reason I am ending this post so abruptly is because my work is calling - And yes, my work is to add a drop in the ocean of technology.. :D