Ideology and Need

Having a stupid internet connection is enough to make you frustrated for a lifetime. It's been a week and there is no sign of recovery even after all those n-number of visits from the BSNL people. They just refuse to understand the problem. They come and say. "There is connection. That light is blinking." And I am tired of answering, "Yes! There is connection and the light is blinking. Wait for sometime and you 'll see that it's gone for good." But as they have to attend many such cases (No wonder!), they do 'this and that' and leave the place. I am forced to take the new Reliance connection now. Again! These people will make me a petty bourgeoisie.I have already bought leggings from Big Bazar (Quality matters!) and face wash from Spencers (I do not want those dusty ones in the local shop!). Convenience, you know.

A Beautiful Sunday Morning

I woke up to Minmini's song. May be for the first time in my life, I switched on the TV, the moment I got up. "Chinna chinna asai" and a cup of Nescafe. Mani Ratnam! Santhosh Sivan! A R Rahman! Vairamuthu!  Nothing can beat this morning. I smiled. The sunlight was flickering through the leaves and the birds were singing. The church bell. The choir. Oh! I missed the mass again. But if God is this immense peace and hope that I am feeling right now, I am in His presence. Now, mom is back from church. She wants to make 'Battura' as Sunday special. Asked me to go to the nearby shop to buy some ingredients. "Oh! I look sleepy. All those people who are coming back from church will see me", I complained. Yet I set out for the adventure. Oh! No! My old classmate-the next door guy-the one from my own church with his dashing smile. One among the very few friends I have in my place. "So you are here! I didn't know! When did you come back? All your exams over?" Thank God, at least he didn't spoil this beautiful day, asking "what next", early in the morning. A small chit chat for less than a minute in front of the shop and I do not have any idea how many people just smiled at me as if wishing a good morning. I do not know all of them. I always wonder how these people never fail to recognize me. This is not where I was born. This is not where I was brought up. We shifted to this place just 9 years back. I was here just for 5 years. A girl who never talked to the natives for she missed the old place so much that she didn't want any connections here. A girl who was never regular in Church because she over-slept. Occasional visits on Christmas and Easter holidays for the past four years. Now, I am back home and every time I get out of my house, I see these smiling faces. I miss EFLU so much at times that I want to go back, to shout, to scream, to do everything that I want to do the moment I feel like doing it, to BELONG. Though, I am not a stranger at this place anymore. Because they smile at me. Something which I never fail to give back. The only thing that I expect from others. Thank you world... :-)

I have to write

It was not the first day of the year. It was not the first day of the month. Not even the first day of the week. Neither the first hour of the day nor my birthday. Yet, I took a new resolution. To write, to write and to write more. Tonight, I just cannot concentrate. My fingers are touching the wrong keys. I am going through this backspace- shift-backspace-caps-lock-shift-backspace-oh!Where is the cursor! phase again after two and a half months. And I am not ready to surrender. And, so here is the post. But did you ask why? Why that I want to write more and more and more?  Why is it that I cannot write tonight? Ask! Someone will tell you. It seems the world knows so much. I do not know. Ask. Someone will tell you.

Godavari and Gone with the Wind

A river in India and a Pulitzer prize winning American novel. The reader might be wondering how anyone can connect these two. But aren't we living in a world of six degrees of separation? Ha! Lame! Let us come to the point. Here, Godavari is not just a river. It's a beautifully made Telugu movie. The river Godavari, a houseboat, a pilgrimage to Bhadrachalam and a wedding party and of course romance. Godavari has everything needed for a simple feel good movie. But romance is not what connects the movie and the book. At least for me. I stopped reading the book in the middle of it; and I stopped watching the movie too. But why? Just to be in the tale, to be with the tale. Strange! Yes. I had this inane feeling that once I finish reading/watching these two, it will be over; the story will be over; and all the good moments will be over. As I said, to be in the tale, to be with the tale, I closed the book; I closed the window too. I am not making any sense and I am fully aware of it. But, that is what life. Isn't it? 

First

Nothing much. To write, to write and to write more. A magical pensieve.