The last few days have been spent ruminating on what to write about. I've been planning to do this post on senseless humor that one is exposed to, in the Vicissitudes of Life itself, on a dayt0day basis, but haven't really had the energy.
I know this time should've been better spent in meeting up with friends and tying up loose ends, as I leave the city for 2 god-forsaken years, but I've had better things to do.
Like Packing up my bags and leaving 9 days early for my sojourn to Pune!
Yes, that's what I almost had to do. My folks were hell-bent on letting me know how tough it was going to be once I reach there. They probably just do it to make me re-think my decision on going. What basically happened was, in a fit of controlled rage, I managed to pack all my bags and was about to move out.
What happened next is run-of-the-mill, so I wouldn't want to get into that. All I know is, I managed to pack my existence in this house of 23 years, in less than 20 minutes and more than 5 bags. Guess that makes me a quick packer but a bad one. More like life, wouldn't you think?
We keep packing more and more things into our lives, thinking each sphere is so important. Packing up so many bags; of friendship, of family, of work, of passions, of love and loving, of traveling, of photography, of being verbose; that we entirely forget that it is us who have to carry all this jazz around.
And you can pack, but you can't always carry.
There are loads of personal things happening, that those in the 'know' of my life know about. But as I leave this city, this hometown of mine, I leave behind a load of things-
X no. of ex-girlfriends, I would want to be modest on this one.
Not exactly a truckload of friends, but few, very good ones.
A job that I loved,
a guitar I never played,
family that will one day, see eye-to-eye.
Guess this is more of a rant, and will not let me reach anywhere. But that hasn't stopped me from trying anything before!
Now's the time, for the 1st time in life, I switch to teenager mode. I started work at 17, was the producer, marketer, seller, vendor of taps for everyone who cared to buy one. Had all my employees under me, was running the show. I was too bothered with running the show and achieving that success, that teenage somehow passed me.
Then, of course, as you know, if you've been following this rantavouz of mine religiously, I joined BPO's (you have the option of hitting backspace here, probably I'd just repeat the rants that I always do). Wouldn't want to touch that part with a ten-foot pole. Have raved and ranted and getting my way to doing what I want to do, I'm not going there again!
Do I hear "Thank Goodness"?
One thing that I've noticed lately, is that I'll need to eat a lot of humble pie. In office; heading a team of 25 odd people who jump through hoops at your calling, calls of Karan Sir, Karan Sir all the time, will lull you into a sense of seniority, which one you shouldn't possess at your age and two, shouldn't let go to your head; subconsciously affects the way you function.
I've already had my first public sign of people don't agreeing with me, one future friend of mine going so far to calling me a long-winded bore, without even knowing me. And I remember that day, for I was so affected by it, sitting in a meeting, all I could think about was replying back with a non-conflictive reply.
All I was trying to do was lay down the ground rules for the College blog. Well, I am adept at going long on these things. I'm sure you appreciate that already, going as you have to, go through all these posts of mine. And bang, comes back a reply of note, equalling me in verbosity, and then going further into arcane discussions about ellipses. Read more about it here.
Guess I just need to step off the gas, that willingness to initiate, the ability to think and act first, and most importantly, stop praising myself just for the sake of making people understand, here through this post, and elsewhere through initiating things.
Vegetating too long in a similar environment does that to you. You manage to come out with absolutely brilliant pieces of disconnected, personal nonsense that people should not be subjected to. Please, for once, write your comments at the bottom of this piece, and let me know.
In Pune, the 1st thing I'm going to do is start photography. Planning to buy a budget camera phone. That and my digicam should get you upto date on life from next monday onwards.
The househunt is going to be one hell of a ride. Wish me luck!
There is something in the Gita about Moksha, and this is what it is. Doing nothing all day, just the laptop and you, not going out and meeting friends because its too hot and you don't have no money.
Neither a student of a fancy-schmancy media school, nor the employee of a gungho corporate.
No worry of the next paycheck, as broke as I can be.
When the robe is made of freedom, who cares about the threads that wrap it around your body, whether it's open for the world to see, or so closed for those near me, to check into this blog and see what's happening in my mind.
Next Post, post 11th June, live from Pune.
I'm going to crash with Dominic, my maestro friend from Pune, who has been kind enough to give sar par chath initially.
Signing off with what would be my last post, of the only time in life, when I'd be free from all bandhans.
Destination Pune, the Countdown has begun.
7,6,5,4,3,2,1.... CRASH!! GOD's HERE in Poona!
:-P Tongue firmly in cheek, a tiny twinkling tear, mouth firmly shut, jaw clenched, hands waving about, I call adios to the capital of India, Delhi meri Jaan.
So long Amigos.
