I was feeling awfully low and plainly uninterested in life one day. Happens at times...you feel the grind is endless and also feel that the ride is not worth all the pain and heartache that you have to endure with it. My husband proposed taking me for a walk, but the lazy bones in me would just not budge even remotely at the suggestion. With much effort I went to take a bath and all of a sudden an idea popped in my head.
"Lets go for a drive," I mumbled with no enthusiasm.
"Sure baby...lets do it," he offered encouragingly.
And off we drove. I put on the AC at full blast and for the first ten minutes of the drive did not utter a word. I remained in the sullen mood that I was and my husband's repeated attempts at conversation were met with no response from my side. He tried playing music in the car but I switched it off again. I just wanted the feeling of quiet to engulf me. Of course there was a lot of noise from the honking of cars outside and the hustle-bustle of the traffic but that was noise that I enjoyed. Sometimes, the natural sound of a particular environment can help alleviate your mood and spirits. So we drove in silence from Kalkaji to Defence Colony, a distance that takes about thirty minutes during peak hours in South Delhi.
The number 8 that my husband is (yes, I'm into numerology, but more on that later), makes him kindda obdurate, or say persistent - depends how you look at it. So, he persisted yet again at conversing with me, this time with a Sardarji joke. And yes, the silence and my sullen mood were both broken. Laugh I did but did not get it...it was a dirty joke (my husband tells me,'you're such a daft'). We started the return journey and now I was in a much better frame of mind. I wasn't over the top happy but two-three notches above rock bottom. The drive and my husband's repeated attempts at small talk had done the trick. Its all about breaking the inertia and the monotony of routine. We didn't go for a movie, or to shake a leg at the disco, or for a drink at the pub but for a simple, casual drive and I was feeling good in about forty minutes. This was nothing short of a feat, considering how miserably depressed I had been just about an hour ago.
Once you cross the threshold of feeling dejected and enter the positive terrain, then its a matter of minutes before you start feeling light. Now we started looking for ice-candy. I wanted to have the cola bar from the 'Kwality' vendor whose seen at the roadside, in most places. But we managed to find a 'Mother Dairy' vendor and I had to settle for an orange bar. There's something about long drives and ice-candy. They always go hand in hand. As I relished the ice candy, I turned on the music. The music no loner perturbed me and my husband and I started humming along with the Salman Khan chartstopper 'Character Dheela'. As we grooved and swayed in the car, we bonded over the simple pleasures of life. The drive was liberating and enthused me with fresh energy and hope when I was having a particularly rotten day. Of course having a husband who's obdurate(ooops persistent) helps!
Friday, May 20, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
Laidback Entry to Blogger's Park
Hey ya beautiful people out there…since its my early days in Blogger’s Park, I must affirm to all of you that I am pretty damn positive that I will find the time, inclination and aspiration to write many many more blogs to entertain, inspire and inform you, as time goes by, on a billion zillion, trillion topics that tickle, trigger and transcend my imagination…
And since our paths (yours and mine) have crossed as you read this blog, let me take this opportunity to tell ya wonderful folks how I happened to land in 'Bloggers Park'.
Writing's a 'passion' with me, rather passion means 'writing for me' – you got it - writing for myself, as in, to satiate the creative giant lurking inside of me, to vent my thoughts and ideas through random copy that comes spontaneously and naturally to me is what keeps me alive, keeps the fire inside me burning, coz if I write to cater to the sensibilities of X, Y and Zee instead of my own, I enslave myself to X, Y and Zee.
Why should I be a naukar when I have such an inherently individualistic streak, which leans onto a keen curiosity to explore for myself uncharted uncovered terrain that beckons to be revealed!
And yet the imminent question…if the fire of writing has been burning so bright inside my belly, then why such a late entry to blogging? Did inspiration not knock on my 'no claim to fame yet' undiscovered writer's door?
Quite the contrary…it knocked and knocked hard and persisted time and again but was never welcomed and embraced with glee. Tell ya guys I'd been too lazy to respond to the inspiration that beckoned to do me a favour oh-so-many times!
Any pangs of regret. Surprisingly none! You see, its not my ishtyle to cling on to regrets coz I truly believe that life's in the now - you can always make your place under the sun.
Hey guys know what really happened – temperament got the better of passion…you heard right…my temperament got the better of me – considering that procrastination is an art that I am a featherweight champion of, hitting the sack in all the spare time possible is a done thing with me.
And laziness comes most naturally to me – in a 'is my birthright and I always manage to have it' inherent way that I've never managed a way around it till now…when the continual, consistent, conspicuous goading of friends and family to write my own blogs became oh-so-persistently annoying that I just snapped outta my slumber at way beyond the 11th hour and just couplla seconds before the finishing line to make an attempt at the much talked about blogging…a not-so-desperate but only my ishtyle of doing things…and so we happen to meet at this blessed hour!
And since our paths (yours and mine) have crossed as you read this blog, let me take this opportunity to tell ya wonderful folks how I happened to land in 'Bloggers Park'.
Writing's a 'passion' with me, rather passion means 'writing for me' – you got it - writing for myself, as in, to satiate the creative giant lurking inside of me, to vent my thoughts and ideas through random copy that comes spontaneously and naturally to me is what keeps me alive, keeps the fire inside me burning, coz if I write to cater to the sensibilities of X, Y and Zee instead of my own, I enslave myself to X, Y and Zee.
Why should I be a naukar when I have such an inherently individualistic streak, which leans onto a keen curiosity to explore for myself uncharted uncovered terrain that beckons to be revealed!
And yet the imminent question…if the fire of writing has been burning so bright inside my belly, then why such a late entry to blogging? Did inspiration not knock on my 'no claim to fame yet' undiscovered writer's door?
Quite the contrary…it knocked and knocked hard and persisted time and again but was never welcomed and embraced with glee. Tell ya guys I'd been too lazy to respond to the inspiration that beckoned to do me a favour oh-so-many times!
Any pangs of regret. Surprisingly none! You see, its not my ishtyle to cling on to regrets coz I truly believe that life's in the now - you can always make your place under the sun.
Hey guys know what really happened – temperament got the better of passion…you heard right…my temperament got the better of me – considering that procrastination is an art that I am a featherweight champion of, hitting the sack in all the spare time possible is a done thing with me.
And laziness comes most naturally to me – in a 'is my birthright and I always manage to have it' inherent way that I've never managed a way around it till now…when the continual, consistent, conspicuous goading of friends and family to write my own blogs became oh-so-persistently annoying that I just snapped outta my slumber at way beyond the 11th hour and just couplla seconds before the finishing line to make an attempt at the much talked about blogging…a not-so-desperate but only my ishtyle of doing things…and so we happen to meet at this blessed hour!
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