I turned 25 today. I write this as the plane takes off the ground, and the city lights are fading...fading...gone...
I brought in my birthday in my small home town, amidst doting family and lifelong friends, and this evening head to Mumbai, where I now live, and am now loved.
You of course don't know me. I don't know you. I don't even know if you'll ever exist. Will anyone ever read this? Or will the void eat up my teetering words... Oh pish posh!!
A dear friend who lives across many seas, sent me a birthday email, and in a desire to know the me I have become in the eight years since we last met, asked me the following questions:
Have u started working? Do you have short hair or long hair? Have u grown fat (my dream)? hehe? Do you still zip around in ur red maruti? Do you have ur own flat? Do u do your own groceries? Do you cook (your own dhansak)? Are you still constipated? Do you do any exercise at all (i am guessing not?). Do you still sport a mustache? Have you pierced/tattooed? How is Mr. Purple?
Deduce what you will from the above, all you need to know for now is this. Today (yes, amidst half life crisis' n all) I decided that I will write. That what I muse over every night and promptly forget at every day break, I will take the time out to put down. Someone suggested I should write a blog. I know nothing about blogs. I am not net saavy. But I am here. Hello, I am here. Will we become good friends? Or will you be like my imaginary friend Faroukh who lived in my commode? More on that later. And other randomness...
The guy sitting next to me is trying to peep into what I'm writing. Now he is reading this and freaking out! Hehehee (mental snigger and wicked rub of hands). Time to eat now. Time to eat yucky airline food. But food is food. And food always comes first. Always.
ps: So in an endeavor to be honest (I rarely am, but always try) today is not my birthday, nor even the month of my birth. I wrote this on a scrap of paper on the said day and promptly lost it, convincing myself that this 'blogging' was not meant to be. Today I found it, and have obediently typed it out.
I brought in my birthday in my small home town, amidst doting family and lifelong friends, and this evening head to Mumbai, where I now live, and am now loved.
You of course don't know me. I don't know you. I don't even know if you'll ever exist. Will anyone ever read this? Or will the void eat up my teetering words... Oh pish posh!!
A dear friend who lives across many seas, sent me a birthday email, and in a desire to know the me I have become in the eight years since we last met, asked me the following questions:
Have u started working? Do you have short hair or long hair? Have u grown fat (my dream)? hehe? Do you still zip around in ur red maruti? Do you have ur own flat? Do u do your own groceries? Do you cook (your own dhansak)? Are you still constipated? Do you do any exercise at all (i am guessing not?). Do you still sport a mustache? Have you pierced/tattooed? How is Mr. Purple?
Deduce what you will from the above, all you need to know for now is this. Today (yes, amidst half life crisis' n all) I decided that I will write. That what I muse over every night and promptly forget at every day break, I will take the time out to put down. Someone suggested I should write a blog. I know nothing about blogs. I am not net saavy. But I am here. Hello, I am here. Will we become good friends? Or will you be like my imaginary friend Faroukh who lived in my commode? More on that later. And other randomness...
The guy sitting next to me is trying to peep into what I'm writing. Now he is reading this and freaking out! Hehehee (mental snigger and wicked rub of hands). Time to eat now. Time to eat yucky airline food. But food is food. And food always comes first. Always.
ps: So in an endeavor to be honest (I rarely am, but always try) today is not my birthday, nor even the month of my birth. I wrote this on a scrap of paper on the said day and promptly lost it, convincing myself that this 'blogging' was not meant to be. Today I found it, and have obediently typed it out.
uga naga!!
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