Mind-less-ness Much?

It’s one of those days when your mind needs a holiday.

After a particularly relaxing weekend, you may wonder why you need the luxury of a holiday but what’s in the mind is at times far too intense than what’s outside, for real. But then, you could disagree with me. ‘Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?’ Okay, point taken. Everything is real, okay? Okay.

I feel a bit off  today. I think I finally realise, you can NEVER, I repeat, NEVER, force friendships. It shouldn’t have come across as a surprise to a skeptic like me, but when it comes to people, I surprise myself with the ideology of hope.

You can be nice to people but you still have a selected group of ‘your people’ and this is not even in the Meredith-Yang kind of way. You just have a close-knit group and you could not care less about the rest. I find this really disappointing.It infuriates me when people leave answers and decisions hanging. I asked a mate for some help and she excitedly agreed. I waited for a while, hoping she’d perhaps bring up the topic herself so that I don’t feel like I’m imposing, but it never comes. Why don’t you just be blatant from the very beginning and say No? I’d appreciate the frankness and respect the No. I know how hard it is to say No. How annoying is it to have your hopes quashed ever so often?

I go back to college in a month and I’ll be in the midst of such groups again but you won’t see me amid those huge, supposedly ‘fun’ peeps. I don’t get groups. I tried being a part of them and then my mind began shutting out people. I’ve got space for a few, perhaps just two. And I’m still not going to differentiate between your people and mine.


Here’s an interesting picture.

My nomad friend says it has as many interpretations as you’d want it to have. I think I can sum it up in just one word – Life.

Care to discuss it? If yes, then comment. If not, then good day to you amigo.










With the girl…

I stare at the world with a curious eye. These past few weeks have been a very hectic phase for me. I’ve never had to scuttle off from place to place at such short notice. The last break I had, I would stay put in one place for almost three to four months before being dragged to the city.

I’m curious now because this place is so different from the others. I like to think I’ve had a pretty sheltered existence – flights over trains, buses over bikes, and all that. But things changed a few years ago. For a while, I had to part with her and be steered by another older person, however, I think she likes having me around. I’ve always been there when she’s needed escape.

I moved out of the home with her and tasted the delicious scent of freedom– with a heavy yet hopeful heart. I was so happy to be outside the confines of my room, if only for a short travel and then to another room. It’s been a good journey and I like her. She seems to know how to handle me and I seem perfect for her.

Coming back to the places I’ve been with her – I must say in 4 weeks of my life, the amount of traveling I did in this humongous city is what I’d never done yet. The most entertaining was when she took me out on a date to her workplace. We traveled the roads and I was appalled at how filthy it was. I had trouble avoiding the potholes, skipping the barred drain openings marred by the grubby remains of paan. It was weird. It was ‘People, people everywhere. And not a person to talk to’. Perhaps this is the way it is with people – they’re surrounded by so many people yet there are very few that they can trust and share their deep, dark secrets with.

Hand in hand we walked up the slant and unruly steps, the engineering marvel that is the railways, the narrow crowded streets of the city, into lifts, buses and what not. That day I think I saw it all. Her hands were aching but she did not let go of me – her grip remained tight and possessive. I liked it. She carried me through those long staircases, heaving, and puffing, through the wide roads and into the lift again until we finally reached our new home.

I loved every bit of it because I don’t get to see much stuff and that day, I felt like she and I shared a special bond. One that will be a testament to our friendship for a long time.

This is rare because, after all, I’m just a trolley case.