The discrepancies in life were creeping up on her, it was obvious to Shweta, she was tired of being tagged the happy wife and she decided to correct that, soon as she had dropped these folks at the station, she headed back for the mall where they had had the first cup of tea with them. She had been impressed with the conversation and the thought that they had given her. She would follow up on what was best written in the golden rule book, and the first law said "listen". The mall was unusually empty, there was no one around except the guards and few employees of the open stores. M&S, Shoppers Stop, Louis Phillipe and all her other favourite outlets were closed, she wondered at that, then moved to the ground floor from the third floor to the open coffee shop that was still open, it was late evening and there were some customers, the bar stools, unusual in a coffee shop were empty, she planted herself on one of the bar stool and started to think.
"Maam the usual coffee," said the man seated on the coffee table behind her to the stewardess.
"Yes sir," she replied back, a young girl barely 25 and managing the show at this largish outlet. She was dressed in a beige skirt and a white top and looked like she could be one of the executives in the corporate.
Shweta had worked herself for a large financial conglomerate and she missed those days, her mind had been pre-occupied those days as she juggled her personal life with professional. Could she go back to those days now, she hadn't worked in two years and that troubled her, mind more than anything else. These days it was easy to get entry level jobs than retain the existing high posts, she looked again at the young stewardess and wondered as she walked over to her.
"Maam, what will it be."
"Something to eat," she had already decided on muffins and ordered it.
As she waited for the muffins to come to her she browsed the menu for something to drink, she spotted a young couple in the corner, she remembered Arun and herself from old days, and then thought to herself, what could be in store for her in the future. Anjali had told her of theories of Einstein and one particular one was of immense interest to her, though the exact words were lost to her :
"At any given time there are an infinite number of hypotheses that could be the solution to a problem and there will always be one particular one that will lend itself as the most important one, just let it go at that," Einstein had said.
Though she didn't read much about Einstein, she did have a scientific mind and she understood that time was of essence, that moment when this flash of lightening came wham on to someones minds was important and since there were an infinite number of solutions, it would be very difficult to verify which solution was apt.
As she watched the couple in the corner, she realised that everything they were doing was intuitive, nobody had taught them to cuddle up in the corner in such a way that they weren't watched or visible and yet they continued doing what they were doing despite the stares they occassionally managed to solicit. Did either one of them plan on what they were doing today, she thought not, as a matter of fact there was enough evidence to support that they had picked the solution that this cosmos offered to young lovers best suited to their style and presence
"Some frappe for me, the best you got," she said as the stewardess walked past her to serve the young couple.
She would finish the muffin with something cold, though it was getting colder she would kill the cold with the cold. As the stewardess started to mix her frappe she saw that all her movements were instinctive, in a flash she had the frappe ready and served in front of Shweta. Shweta felt like talking and began to converse with her mildly,
"Do you keep newspapers around here ?"
"Only some girlie magazines that I read."
"That is a sexist term isn't it, girlie."
"I haven't thought about it much, normally the evenings are so busy that there is hardly time to read, but in the mornings I browse through the magazine."
"Didn't they just bring out the latest mascara from Lakme."
"Yeah its called the Lakme Eyeconic Curling Mascara."
"It must be fun working around here what with new people to chat to," she seemed the gregarious kinds anyway, not the barbie variety that she found at most counters.
She could get a job at one of the coffee shops to keep herself busy or even try out her hand writing freelance articles, she was good with English and that would also keep herself busy. It occurred to her that all these were hypotheses that had just occurred to her and in time with introspection she would get more solutions, the one that was best suited for her could only be found after she got on the jobs, she realised she might be shifting from one job to another in the near future till she settled into what could be called her dream job or the one closest to it.
On a hunch she decided to call up Anjali, they would still be in the train, probably close to Delhi. Anjali picked up after the first ring, and after the hellos were over with, she excitedly told her about her new plan. Anjali was thrilled with the thought and encouraged her to talk even more. They spoke for over 1/2 hour during which Shweta poured her heart out about this new thought.
"Friends Are What Makes The World Go Around."
"Maam the usual coffee," said the man seated on the coffee table behind her to the stewardess.
"Yes sir," she replied back, a young girl barely 25 and managing the show at this largish outlet. She was dressed in a beige skirt and a white top and looked like she could be one of the executives in the corporate.
Shweta had worked herself for a large financial conglomerate and she missed those days, her mind had been pre-occupied those days as she juggled her personal life with professional. Could she go back to those days now, she hadn't worked in two years and that troubled her, mind more than anything else. These days it was easy to get entry level jobs than retain the existing high posts, she looked again at the young stewardess and wondered as she walked over to her.
"Maam, what will it be."
"Something to eat," she had already decided on muffins and ordered it.
As she waited for the muffins to come to her she browsed the menu for something to drink, she spotted a young couple in the corner, she remembered Arun and herself from old days, and then thought to herself, what could be in store for her in the future. Anjali had told her of theories of Einstein and one particular one was of immense interest to her, though the exact words were lost to her :
"At any given time there are an infinite number of hypotheses that could be the solution to a problem and there will always be one particular one that will lend itself as the most important one, just let it go at that," Einstein had said.
Though she didn't read much about Einstein, she did have a scientific mind and she understood that time was of essence, that moment when this flash of lightening came wham on to someones minds was important and since there were an infinite number of solutions, it would be very difficult to verify which solution was apt.
As she watched the couple in the corner, she realised that everything they were doing was intuitive, nobody had taught them to cuddle up in the corner in such a way that they weren't watched or visible and yet they continued doing what they were doing despite the stares they occassionally managed to solicit. Did either one of them plan on what they were doing today, she thought not, as a matter of fact there was enough evidence to support that they had picked the solution that this cosmos offered to young lovers best suited to their style and presence
"Some frappe for me, the best you got," she said as the stewardess walked past her to serve the young couple.
She would finish the muffin with something cold, though it was getting colder she would kill the cold with the cold. As the stewardess started to mix her frappe she saw that all her movements were instinctive, in a flash she had the frappe ready and served in front of Shweta. Shweta felt like talking and began to converse with her mildly,
"Do you keep newspapers around here ?"
"Only some girlie magazines that I read."
"That is a sexist term isn't it, girlie."
"I haven't thought about it much, normally the evenings are so busy that there is hardly time to read, but in the mornings I browse through the magazine."
"Didn't they just bring out the latest mascara from Lakme."
"Yeah its called the Lakme Eyeconic Curling Mascara."
"It must be fun working around here what with new people to chat to," she seemed the gregarious kinds anyway, not the barbie variety that she found at most counters.
She could get a job at one of the coffee shops to keep herself busy or even try out her hand writing freelance articles, she was good with English and that would also keep herself busy. It occurred to her that all these were hypotheses that had just occurred to her and in time with introspection she would get more solutions, the one that was best suited for her could only be found after she got on the jobs, she realised she might be shifting from one job to another in the near future till she settled into what could be called her dream job or the one closest to it.
On a hunch she decided to call up Anjali, they would still be in the train, probably close to Delhi. Anjali picked up after the first ring, and after the hellos were over with, she excitedly told her about her new plan. Anjali was thrilled with the thought and encouraged her to talk even more. They spoke for over 1/2 hour during which Shweta poured her heart out about this new thought.
"Friends Are What Makes The World Go Around."
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