Some moments are so delightful and so vulnerable.. just a blink and everything vanishes ..instantly.. and what remains is not regret but the fact that some things are meant to be that way and it is you who has chosen the fact, not the regret..

Journey Woes

Journey has become a big part of our life, some enjoy it while some resent it. I am one with a mixed feeling. Some journey are which I hoped never ended but some, I wish I had never taken. The woes accompanying the journey are totally repulsive. Like this one time...

I sat by the window seat, glad I was reaching home. Then 'he' spat, the wind was cordial enough to blow the spit on my face. I was disgusted. But, I have been through a worse situation so my reaction was nothing more than wiping my face silently murmuring a swear word. It was a lot better than finding that short, curly, thick hair from that divine area, in my plate of food when I had already eaten half of the food. And it was even better than getting drops of vomit blown to my face, again by that cordial, untamed wind. When problems strike or when happiness spring they show their presence in extreme proportion. When spit was not enough, 'he' farted 'turrr tut tut' dispelling the appalling characteristic smell of hydrogen sulphide.

When everyone is asleep or occupied with themselves, I find the urgency to get occupied with myself too. Sitting uncomfortably, trying to adjust myself in my seat I realised how selfish people can become. How they can think only about their own comfort, not thinking they maybe causing discomfort to someone else. However the journey may have been, eventually there is a satisfaction, of reaching our destination with all the fun and the woes only as a small part of our memories.

'Phunny' Language

'I can talk English, I can walk English, I can laugh English because English is a very funny language'. Well said..English can be funny sometimes. There have been numerous times when I couldn't catch the correct lyrics of english songs. And its not me alone, with the contribution of my friends and my dyslexia in english I have collected some good lines gone hard-heard. There are also some words which form syllables having no meaning at all (haven't included them).

1) I found my hairband right here with you... The original being,Firehouse's famous, I found my heaven right here with you... To check if what I heard was correct, I asked a music addict. He told me I was correct!!

2) This is abundant... Which actually is Neyo's Miss Independent. When I first heard this song I really had no clue why the song was titled 'Miss Independent', though the song video did some justice to it.

3) My cousin's the next room, sometimes I wish she was you.. Just imagine, wouldn't it be weird wishing your cousin was your partner? This is for Hinder's 'Lips of an angel'.

And by far this is the best one!

4) I'm not a girl, not yet a woman. All i need is time, mom n dad is mine... And Britney Spears actually sang I'm not a girl,not yet a woman. All I need is time, a moment that is mine..

5) And check this one by Natasha Bedingfield ft. Sean Kingston..We were cool back in high school, ooh I really liked you,must have been your attitude. A friend proved she's a real Indian by changing the lyrics like this..We were cool back in high school, Ooma really liked you,must have been your attitude. Ooma!!! Ooma???!!! (though Uma thurman is not Indian..hehe)

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Lessons learnt-I

I have been learning so many lessons lately, which means I have been making a lot of mistakes. The last lesson I learnt is, there are five types of persons on one basis. The basis is when you tell them a biting truth.

The first type is one who admits to their mistake.

The second one being the one who disagrees.

The third is the one who blames it on others.

The fourth type and also the worst one is one who disagrees and doesn't forget to put the blame on you instead, all the while making you guilty and unnecessarily thoughtful.

And the last one is as usual,the indifferent one.

But, with all the unpleasant encounters there is one great thing. A lesson learnt is a wisdom earned.

Indifference

Indifference, I have learnt recently, is like a whirlpool. It sucks everyone into its unknown abyss. Its like shuddering in a cold war where there is not a bit of acknowledgement for any of the favours done. Not even a remote expectation of getting repaid with time.

The Compartment

A family of intellectuals shared the same compartment as I did on my journey from Kottayam to Kollam. A grandmother, a grandfather, a father, a mother and a daughter. I was sitting alone, I couldn't comment on anybody to anyone. They first discussed about me, Nepal, Nepali (that was inevitable). And then there was discussion of books, authors, the grandmother even mentioning 'The Tempest', daughter confirming the name of author as 'Shakespeare'. They didn't forget to comment on Chinese toys either. Maybe they were a bit confused about my ethnicity, they had to comment on every possibility. The father seemed very knowledgeable, saying how the English book his daughter was reading was simple and had 'continuity'.

A compartment of a train holds a lot of memories, memories of every kind. Each station, each journey and each person unintentionally start weaving an unending blanket of these memories, the fabric getting thicker and thicker with every passing second. Some memories are good and some bad, some even have the power to teach a valuable lesson of life. But the best compartments are the ones where a kinship blossoms among the occupants and where when you realise the distance of the journey seem shorter.

Breaking the code-II

Some people don't learn lesson from their first mistake and some forget to.

Just the next day after writing my last blog I happened to be visiting a Flower Show in the town. There were many stalls set up selling food items, seeds, fertilizers, plants, tools and etcetra. In one such stall I made my grand entry because it was in my area of interest, slurp!!! The Rajasthani Pickles!! I asked my friend in the code language again,"taste kori sabo?" Why did the shopkeeper have to ask one of his helper,"hey taste koribo dibi!"? I was like,"oh no, not again!"

But who would have expected a khaki-wearing-autodriver-looking-and malayali-looking-and-rajasthani pickle-selling person to even know that code language?

Breaking the code-I

I was recently in Bangalore,shopping with a friend. I was really confused what to buy, I had nothing of my choice in the shops we visited and I was constantly being bugged by who may say what about the dresses I buy, if I buy that is. By chance my eyes fell on a purse and as if in code language I asked my friend," hey hetu bhaale ase na?". And instead of my friend replying I heard a male voice say,"haan, aru hetu bhi bhaal ase". I was taken aback and a bit embarrassed too. The shopkeeper had replied to me very matter-of-factly. I had to talk to him in that same language till I had paid and left the shop. Of all the things! Next time maybe I'll have to whisper and not talk in some code language.

The shopping lists

We have moved to a new rent house. We need so many things but we have limited budget. This is what happened to our planning:

TODAY'S SHOPPING LIST:

1. Doormats
2. Mirror
3. Spoons/ glasses
4. Stool/stand
5. Bucket
6. Daal, vegetables
7. Kadhai
8. Gas

THE REALITY BILL:

1. Eggs
2. Chilly
3. Palm oil
4. Sambar daal
5. Palak
6. Horlicks foodles
7. Top Ramen noodles
8. Masoor daal
9. Head & Shoulders
10. Garam masala
11. Vegetable masala
12. Jeera
13. Breads
14. Cream
15. Tubelight
16. All out
17. Pepsi
18. Appy
19. Fryums
20. Candle
21. Mats
22. Chick peas