Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Here Without You Baby...


This one's for Her.... Even though I might sound horrible, I know that my voice means the world to her.. As her voice means the world to me... :)

Monday, April 15, 2013

Social Conventions -- Pain Personified..!!

There are three kinds of people in this world.. There are introverts.. There are extroverts.. And then finally there is "Me".. While I was under the false pretension that I fell under the first category, I recently was enlightened that I am actually my own "category"..

As of late, all that's been going through my mind is "how" and "how" can I avoid meeting my relatives... (ya.. I wrote how twice).. And its not just relatives, its people in general... These are people who I either don't know or people whom i've not met in a looooooon time...

I don't know why i've been in this rut lately... The thing with me is that once I get to know someone, I can be quite the rockstar to have around... I mean come on, have you met me? Style and charm come naturally to me... (Ahem... Too Much? I thought so too...)

But anyway, wat i'm feeling these days is completely against my principles... Its against my living ideologies... Its against the sacred shrine of "Freakrazy"... I guess, the problem is that I don't want to go thru these situations alone... I want someone to be there to make me feel comfortable... Someone that takes off that extra weight on top of the dumbell kept on top of the lid of the pressure cooker that is my life... But then again, one can't have someone with oneself all the time... One has to learn to get past these atrocities by oneself...

But then again, Does One Give A Damn? One Does Not Think So...
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Saturday, April 13, 2013

Morning Metro...!!

You know, the Metro has been an "integral" part of my life for quite some time now... A lot of memories in it... My mind always ponders over the weirdest and the weighty stuff whenever I'm standing in a Metro...
 
That’s another thing you know... A guy of my age cannot (I Repeat CANNOT) just hop on a Metro and sit comfortably... Half the seats are reserved for Ladies... The Other half for Aged people... So a Young Male in his 20s to 40s just cannot sit in a Metro until and unless he coughing like Crazy...
 
I remember specifically the momentous occasion in my life when I woke up at 5am just to be a part of that very first Metro train that started from Noida City Centre.. That story was quite a hoot I tell you.. In fact, It was a Hoot-And-A-Half...
 
It was 6 am.. I was standing at the new Noida Sector-32 City Centre Metro Station waiting for the first train of the morning. Wiping that sticky gunk off my eyes, I remember very clearly that I envied the guy I saw the day before driving the “Suzuki GSX-1300 Hayabusa” for two reasons. The first of course being his awesome bike and the second that at that very instant, he was probably dozing off somewhere dreaming about a promise land where time stands still.
 
I see the guy standing in front of me. Fully dressed with a laptop bag around his shoulders and fresh as a daisy. I tell myself that he’s probably off to some big meeting at a fancy office in CP deciding whether or whether not to sell off that last stock of the Reliance City Builder Mutual Fund. I look at myself and find my jeans faded, shirt un-tucked and fly unzipped.
 
I thank god that even in my deep state of sleep, I remembered to wear my jeans in the first place. I give a slight “chuckle” and the guy turns around and with his two big, bright, wide-open eyes stares at me. I with my half-open, still gunky eyes try to give a smile to make what’s best of a worse situation (which I now realize, was nothing before after what I did). The guy gives a pathetic look and turns around and I say to myself, “Wow, that was pretty much as gay as the day can be”.
 
Finally, the train arrived. It’s interesting to note that, when you have time with you on a platform waiting for a train, everything seems to be running slow. The time was 6:03 am and I had been waiting for 3 minutes, which seemed like 3 hours. The lot of us (don’t know exactly how many) got into the new German imported coach (don’t know the exact details about the train either).
 
I, as of habit of always making an entrance, get in last and find myself struggling to find a seat. I have an option to sit with the “Mutual Fund” guy but realize that I have already instated a sense of fear in him, which might get him to call the cops on me. Then, I realize that the Section 377 has been abolished in Delhi and there’s nothing that he can do. It’s then that I say to myself again, “What the hell am I saying?” It’s at times like these that I feel that one must not talk when one is so dizzy that one can’t even get rid of the gunk in his eyes even after trying for 7 minutes (Oh Yes! The gunk is still there).
 
7 minutes later we exit Noida and reach Mayur Vihar’s Samachar Apartments Station. It was just 1 week before that moment when I was driving my car on road that I could see just below me. And I remember telling myself that it's a whole different experience altogether when one doesn’t have to stop at red lights and listen to those boring rj’s when one's stuck in a jam.
 
I remember telling myself one night while looking at that beautiful station flashing with lights that the day I step into that metro train and look down towards the road, I’ll tap my feet and do a little moonwalk. But, now being there for the first time in that train, looking at that road, with that stupid gunk still in my eyes, fly still unzipped (Maybe that’s the reason why everyone kept staring at my during my journey) and the whole “Mutual Fund” guy episode, I decided against it.
 
The people on the train were not enjoying the ride to that extent as I was. It wasn’t my first time on a metro train, it’s just that I felt this genuine happiness that this is something that I could enjoy and feel good about. It’s something that my “city-mates” and me can take pride in. Connectivity to Delhi has been an issue for a lot of time now. With the whole DTC buses being banned to the Taxis and Autos not being able to cross the border without paying heavy taxes issue, now has come a time that we can say “Ab Dilli Duur nahin”.
 
People were showing various emotions on that train, some sleepy, some serious, some suspicious (damn that early morning chuckle at the station), but just one of them was actually feeling the ride experience. I just felt that I could travel in that train for the rest of my life. I enjoyed the view, I enjoyed the announcements, I enjoyed that I never actually got to sit or else I would have missed the view, I enjoyed that in just took me 36 minutes to reach CP, I enjoyed people staring at me for my “fly” issues, I enjoyed struggling to use my Delhi Metro card for the first time, I even enjoyed the “Mutual Fund” guy. I reached CP at 6:38 am and realized one thing that made my day.
 
That, Just looking down at that very instant at that breathtaking beautiful site (that included people stuck in jams in their cars and a very broad and long sewage canal) made me realize that everything has been worth it. Everything from it taking months on construction work to loads of hours of traffic jams due to that construction, from inconveniences faced by me when I made those trips to the Sector-18 market to not being able to enjoy the amazing skyline view of Atta market in the night, from trying very hard to control my anger for the metro workers who blocked those roads to not able to just zip through with my bike as before, from taking the horrifying bus (which had weird messages inscribed on the backseat) to CP to getting up at 5:30 am to ride the metro for the very first time, everything was worth it, everything for that very first early MORNING METRO ride...