Monday, August 23, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
The post's name is Riya’s version of Independence Day! :P My first financially independent Independence Day and probably the loneliest one. The last 22 years of 15th August has always been fun. Well not exactly 22 of them, I don’t remember the first 4-5 ones. But after that, 15th August always meant Papa’s office. I invariably had a fight with ma in the morning. My argument, “It’s a holiday, let me sleep” and ma’s counter-argument, “Papa’s office will wait for you to wake up and then hoist the flag?” Wearing a new dress, decking up and then turning up at dad’s office to sing the national anthem followed by a generally bad breakfast (I hate samosas that’s why) and a lovely lunch. I remember the day I tripped and scratched my knees inside the factory. I had cried like I had broken every bone in my body and ended up being the center of attention. At Vesuvius, there used be fishing sessions and I never managed to catch a single one. L But at the end of the day, the security people always gave me 5-6 fishes to take home. J
Independence Day at Durgapur: It was first year and we were hardly 20 days in the college. The previous night, all the seniors had threatened us as to how our lives would be at stake if we didn’t turn up for the march past. My usual excuse was given “I am not allowed to do march past for medical reasons”. Tani, Abhi and Som had cursed me a lot, am sure! :P They had to wake up by 6 and get ready in white salwaar kameezes. To add to their woes, I was still sleeping when they came back all exhausted after the march past. So to avenge themselves they turn up with the stupidest tale on earth. “Deblee Deblee! You should have come! Rahul was in charge of distributing Oranges! You could have met him.” Ha Ha Ha!! God I miss you people!
Today’s a rain washed 15th August. At times the skies reflect my mood like a mirror. All I have done so far is wash clothes, iron clothes, wash the bathroom and sweep the room. Luckily the pg mess has prepared egg curry for lunch. Something to make me happy but most of the others are angry. They don’t have/like eggs. But eggs or no eggs, I always cry during meals. Now I am not that big melodramatic person- I know I hate it here so far and I hate the food. But the tears are not for that. Its courtesy the generosity with which the people add chili powder and chopped green chilies to their food here! At least am in a better off position than Vish. Poor boy has to go to office today! Have a Happy Independence Day everyone! Cheers!
People here love superficial stuff like the “Silent Noise”. I went to a shopping mall last evening and the entire city was out there shopping vegetables and grocery. At the entrance there were headphones available which one could hire on hourly basis. A DJ was playing some music and everyone who hired those headphones could hear it. So you get shielded from all the noise of the shopping mall and all you hear is the DJ’s music. Isn’t that the most superficial way of relaxing oneself? You are pushing your cart through a crowded mall and you very well know that there is so much of noise all around you and yet you pretend as if everything is silent! As Shantaram says "Silence is the tortured mans revenge".
I bought European Cucumbers, bananas, biscuits, cheese croissant and sweets from the mall (I could hear all the noise and chatter). Specialty of it the European Cucumber is that you needn’t peel and eat it. Rishi said I was fooled. There is nothing like European Cucumber. It is normal Indian cucumber of a different variety which I bought at a higher price. Mom also said the same thing. L
Before I started working whenever people asked me “What will you do with your first salary?” or whenever slam books had that question, my fixed answer was “A huge teddy bear that would be of my size”. What amazes me, is how our approach towards life changes the moment we start working! The child within gets hidden somewhere. I see so many huge teddy bears but I never manage to buy one. It’s something like the “Silent Noise” within me. The child inside makes a lot of noise silently.
Yesterday I was telling my mom, that back in Mumbai when I got a meager amount for my 7 weeks of internship I had spent nearly 15k and now when I earn a decent amount per month, I haven’t spent a penny on myself. It’s always easier to spend papa’s money! J It’s so easy to point at an expensive thing and tell daddy “I want that!” The moment I look at the price tags of the mobiles/ cameras/ laptops I like, I quickly take my leave from the store. Growing up is bad. Being the pampered kid is way more fun!
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
My 4th Week in Bangalore begins tomrrow and my parents have already been here on 3 weekends. :) I guess I tend to get more homesick as I keep seeing them so often. It seems like college again when Ma used to come and fill up my larder with chips, biscuits, sweets and what not!
Never in life do I get rooms easily so this time as well I had to fight for an week to get my room. How can I forget the 341 and 342 scary days!
These days life keeps throwing things across my path that remind me of Tania. On our 2nd weekend here, my roomie went shopping and the first thing she bought was a clothes bag! Funny 4 years back Tani had done the same!
It seems Tani and I are missing each other so much that we have switched roles! Tani has become a cleanliness freak like me and keeps bossing people to take their bath...LOL. Felt like an out of the body experience for me when I heard her shout at someone "Oyi!! When will you go and take your bath? Its getting so late!" I on the other hand have become so laidback! I keep stacking up clothes till they start overflowing onto the floor. I don't feel like going up to the kitchen at night to have dinner. I throw things anywhere and everywhere. :P My roomie on the other hand wakes up and offers puja so nicely. She lights up incense sticks and my room smells like bliss. She gets fruits, washes them, cuts them and serves them to me! An angel of an roomie I have got! :)
As of now, eagerly looking forward to the Onam weekend...Hopefully Sanna and Tista will turn up here!