Another year has gone by, leaving me with yet more regrets, supplys and a lot of fat- ten kilogram of it to be exact. It was quite a year, 2011. I mean, if i ever find myself in a shit hole thinking when did it started going wrong, I'll be looking back at twenty eleven with a vengeful eye. I had two horrible results, a disaster of a tech fest, missed out so much of my classes that I don't know what I am doing anymore, broke my foot, missed a goal(because of that broken foot), suffered from toothache, dengue and parental opinions, saw my laptop go senile, and among other things, watched helplessly as Manchester United lost at home to City and later crashed out of Champions league. And boy,that hurt!
But as with all years, it wasn't all bad. I recovered from most of the set-backs, except the results and parental disappointment, and since the both are related, I am hoping this year proves remedial for me. It was really a mixed year, when I tried making a lot of friends, on facebook and otherwise, and made a lot of enemies, but the few people I actually got along with are worth all of the mayhem. They are nice people,and I know I should call them more or at least text them to say I am still alive, but I am still at a learning curve, trying to figure out what I am going to say next and how awkward it could be, on the scale of 'one' to 'wtf', usually ending up with 'why did I say that'.
The highlight of the year was a trip to mumbai just to visit an old friend, a trip brought together by a lot of stupid lies told in quick succession. I know no one bought them (however trite it may sound, i am a bad liar) but I kept doing it anyway. Among the few people who knew the truth were my parents which is ironical, since they are usually the last ones to know about my excursions. But then, some had to pay for it, right? So, while everyone I know in college was preparing for the fest, I was aboard a train, a very slow one at that, travelling away from something rather than towards, with my cellphone mostly switched off to avoid any contact, save from the friend who was to host me in the financial capital of the country; it meant spending my birthday with people I didn't know (that was before i got into the train, but once the family I was travelling with started talking, the old man's tale took me through half a century spent in three continents while his daughter was giving me the I-am-sorry-even-we-can't-stop-him look). The memorable part of the trip walked in with her face covered and big eyes searching for a seat, and thanks to the cold heartless mid-aged man opposite to me, ending up right next to me. Said her name was Surbhi Sharma, lived with her grandfather and once slapped a guy who tried to follow her home, she was quite a delight actually, and didn't once showed any signs of violence. I thoroughly enjoyed my stay there. I thought I'd love to see the famous gateway of India, but it turned out to be big dud. Same for the red light area we 'accidentally' happened to pass by. What I did like was the Marine Drive and the bookshops on the Churchgate; blew all my money on cheap second hand novels, something I'll never regret.
I haven't read all those books, but I read plenty, forty nine to be exact, just missing my personal goal of fifty two. Scored plenty of goals too, although I regret missing the game the day they say the police showed up to stop us from playing in the park. We still play, and were getting pretty good at disappearing at the sight of a policemen when they gave up. Hard fought battle my friend, which we wouldn't have been possible without all the stamina we built up from soccer; came in handy while running. Those games were a good way of releasing all the built up stress in you body and you get to shout at every person in your team irrespective of his age, caste, religion, color, hairstyle, occupation or weight, which after a week of being nice to everyone does kind of feel good. Usually soccer makes people more active, but I realized, the hard way, that the guy winning the ball is very likely to get kicked by the guy aiming for the ball he just won. Makes me rethink my priorities.
Life is going at a weird pace. I wonder if that has something to with getting older. There used to be a time when I had all the time in the world to do whatever I wanted, but that has changed. Now, I have to think how important something is before I do it, which i kind of hard to do if you are in the middle of the second season on Two and a Half Men. The significance of our actions is often determined by the impact they have on our life, which is somewhat paradoxical. Gandhiji once said that whatever you do in life will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it. And like Tyler from the movie Remember me, I agree with the first part. I know its hard to take it seriously if it is coming out of Robert Pattinson's mouth, but trust me it makes perfect sense on a long enough timeline. Ever since this epiphany, I have been attaching a factor of insignificance to everything I do. Hence the name of my blog.
This year is going to be interesting. College is almost over, and i have no idea where life is going to take me next, but i hope there's a cable with ESPN there. Can't afford to miss any more matches of Manchester United, especially since they have lost three of the four matches i missed this season so far. As more the rest, I am pretty sure things are going to work out well.
Hope you have a great time too.
Ciao
But as with all years, it wasn't all bad. I recovered from most of the set-backs, except the results and parental disappointment, and since the both are related, I am hoping this year proves remedial for me. It was really a mixed year, when I tried making a lot of friends, on facebook and otherwise, and made a lot of enemies, but the few people I actually got along with are worth all of the mayhem. They are nice people,and I know I should call them more or at least text them to say I am still alive, but I am still at a learning curve, trying to figure out what I am going to say next and how awkward it could be, on the scale of 'one' to 'wtf', usually ending up with 'why did I say that'.
The highlight of the year was a trip to mumbai just to visit an old friend, a trip brought together by a lot of stupid lies told in quick succession. I know no one bought them (however trite it may sound, i am a bad liar) but I kept doing it anyway. Among the few people who knew the truth were my parents which is ironical, since they are usually the last ones to know about my excursions. But then, some had to pay for it, right? So, while everyone I know in college was preparing for the fest, I was aboard a train, a very slow one at that, travelling away from something rather than towards, with my cellphone mostly switched off to avoid any contact, save from the friend who was to host me in the financial capital of the country; it meant spending my birthday with people I didn't know (that was before i got into the train, but once the family I was travelling with started talking, the old man's tale took me through half a century spent in three continents while his daughter was giving me the I-am-sorry-even-we-can't-stop-him look). The memorable part of the trip walked in with her face covered and big eyes searching for a seat, and thanks to the cold heartless mid-aged man opposite to me, ending up right next to me. Said her name was Surbhi Sharma, lived with her grandfather and once slapped a guy who tried to follow her home, she was quite a delight actually, and didn't once showed any signs of violence. I thoroughly enjoyed my stay there. I thought I'd love to see the famous gateway of India, but it turned out to be big dud. Same for the red light area we 'accidentally' happened to pass by. What I did like was the Marine Drive and the bookshops on the Churchgate; blew all my money on cheap second hand novels, something I'll never regret.
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| It was just as the bollywood portrayed it, which, knowing bollywood, was quite a shock! |
I haven't read all those books, but I read plenty, forty nine to be exact, just missing my personal goal of fifty two. Scored plenty of goals too, although I regret missing the game the day they say the police showed up to stop us from playing in the park. We still play, and were getting pretty good at disappearing at the sight of a policemen when they gave up. Hard fought battle my friend, which we wouldn't have been possible without all the stamina we built up from soccer; came in handy while running. Those games were a good way of releasing all the built up stress in you body and you get to shout at every person in your team irrespective of his age, caste, religion, color, hairstyle, occupation or weight, which after a week of being nice to everyone does kind of feel good. Usually soccer makes people more active, but I realized, the hard way, that the guy winning the ball is very likely to get kicked by the guy aiming for the ball he just won. Makes me rethink my priorities.
Life is going at a weird pace. I wonder if that has something to with getting older. There used to be a time when I had all the time in the world to do whatever I wanted, but that has changed. Now, I have to think how important something is before I do it, which i kind of hard to do if you are in the middle of the second season on Two and a Half Men. The significance of our actions is often determined by the impact they have on our life, which is somewhat paradoxical. Gandhiji once said that whatever you do in life will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it. And like Tyler from the movie Remember me, I agree with the first part. I know its hard to take it seriously if it is coming out of Robert Pattinson's mouth, but trust me it makes perfect sense on a long enough timeline. Ever since this epiphany, I have been attaching a factor of insignificance to everything I do. Hence the name of my blog.
This year is going to be interesting. College is almost over, and i have no idea where life is going to take me next, but i hope there's a cable with ESPN there. Can't afford to miss any more matches of Manchester United, especially since they have lost three of the four matches i missed this season so far. As more the rest, I am pretty sure things are going to work out well.
Hope you have a great time too.
Ciao
I really enjoyed reading this Eshan. I love it when something I read makes me nod in agreement and actually laugh to myself. Hope you've made a resolution to write a lot more this year. You really should. P.S. i love the quote by Gandhiji.
ReplyDeleteThanks. I plan to write more, my resolution being a post every week. Need something to allow the writer in me to hang in there. How about you? The last post on your blog is dated 28th of July. Do I need to subscribe a magazine to read what you write, because I am ready to do that:)
ReplyDeletenice...ode to the year which has passed by and welcome to new one...i'll go out of my habit and not point any spelling mistakes or slip of fingers...(actually there are more than usual and will need more energy than i can muster at present.) still as always a wonderful piece of literature and may be next time we wont pass by the area, we may actually visit it (u know what i am talking about right?)... ;) have a great year...and keep blogging!!
ReplyDeletegood stuff - I wish I could say I related to it, but I cant [but naturally], yet was thoroughly entertained by the witty writing! But I do agree with Churchgate bit - every penny spent is worth it...OH & you should write more often.
ReplyDeleteYou have mastered to put your feelings through words perfecly,feelings of almost everything (which is the best part). Even out out mediocre concept you manage to write an enthusiastic piece..bless you..
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