Next week was another journey, there was a trip planned for Moga, another small town in Punjab. I got up early on the appointed day, though I was already packed and ready to go, made a cup of tea for myself in the wee hours of the morning, they would serve breakfast in the train, and drove down in the cab to Anjali's place. The hours were ticking and I knew that she would be ready too,...
Thursday, 28 November 2013
Oranges In Spain
Anjali was screaming at me, she had seen me smoking a cigarette too many and she didn't like it, not that she was a teetotaller but what with me smoking so much, I understood that she was concerned for my health. Smoking got my mind going and I had to decide on an alternative to it now, if she didn't like it then I would give it up.
"You have to control this craving you have now, there will...
Wednesday, 27 November 2013
The Pyramid Of Planning
The pyramid of planning is about being able to deconstruct everything that is not required during the day. For instance, there may be activities during the day that are inevitably lost in the daily humdrum of life and these activities may not be required for further perusal. These need to be deconstructed and by that I mean that they need to be built from grounds up again.
Anjali...
Tuesday, 26 November 2013
Memoirs of a Red Rose
The occasional hiccup notwithstanding, things were beginning to look up, I had taken the car in the morning for a drive, the streets were empty and stark, it was cold but no fog and I stopped by at a 24x7 for a bite and a cup of coffee. My mind had been running while I had been driving the car, thoughts were clear though and one particular item that joggled my memory was about mental independence....
Sunday, 24 November 2013
Roses On Steroids
There were a million thoughts flying in my head this week and I had to get them organized to make something of this week, and I had to succeed this week. Organization is a very critical aspect of planning, everybody plans, some plan because it fills up their week, others because it gives their mind the satisfaction that it craves and then there are these who plan because they must to survive....
Mechanics of Intimacy
Ever wonder what it means to be a highly skilled technician, it means constant devotion to your job, it means to have an intuitiveness and the logic, and a constant endeavour to thwart Mother Nature's design on corrupting manly creations. To let Nature takes its course is the but obvious scheme that man can have, and when things are going fine there is no will to change it and rightly so, there...
Saturday, 23 November 2013
The Rose And The Myna
There were these roses growing in my balcony, for a long while I had thought of them as just flowers, but this morning on my return from Nabha, I re-looked at them and saw that the small buds had grown to an especially large bloom. I bent down to smell it and there was a sweet smell typical of a rose that emanated from the bloom. It was finally turning cold, the Sun was out and the crowd...
Friday, 22 November 2013
The Rye In The Whisky
Dinner with Shiromani and Param at their residence was fantastic, they were the best of hosts and large hearted folks, never was there a dull moment in the conversation, it was almost as if they liked us and had done that for ages. Shiromani was a school teacher and her conversational tone was one of as if she was speaking to young school going kids. I liked her instantly, she had started...
Thursday, 21 November 2013
The Science Of Love
Param met us outside the hotel and we sat in his car to head to the Gurudwara, the asphalt road was broken in some patches but mostly it was smooth sailing. Anjali was carrying some books and magazines she had purchased at the store and these were mostly the traditionally popular ones, there wasn't a bookshop on Circular Road but she was happy with her purchases. We arrived at the Gurudwara...
A Small Town Fairy Tale
After breakfast, we decided to take a walk down the local market place on the Circular Road, it was a wide road with shops littered around, I spotted a Punjab and Sind Bank and we quickly walked down to the ATM, Punjab and Sind bank is one of the largest banks in Punjab and requires no introduction to the local residents, this branch was also fairly big with an ATM located at the corner. We...
Sunrises On The Empire
I woke up to a new day, it was bright with a hint of mist, coffee would be great I thought to myself and almost started smelling the aroma before I had even ordered it from room service. I drew the curtains across and let the sunshine seep in, the curtains had these binds across their middle so when you tied the binds they looked triangular with curves. I sat there waiting for Anjali...
The Feather In The Crown
Anjali was quiet and peaceful when she returned from the office nowadays, something had clicked in Ludhiana and that in itself was a lot to say, going to a strange place was never easy, but I think she had handled it well. Top that with having made a new friend in Shweta, I wasn't surprised at her wanting to do more trips like this, journeys had always set me thinking and more often than not the...
Wednesday, 20 November 2013
Steady As She Goes
Life had come to a standstill, I had this limp that was getting hard for me to fathom, I tried to remember where I might have picked it up and nothing came to my mind. I looked at it closely, the right leg knee was looking red, there was a bit of broken skin around and it pained slightly when I pressed it. The cold air had accentuated the pain and retarded the healing process. Injuries...
Tuesday, 19 November 2013
The Cerebrum Trip
There was a lot of work the next morning to look forward to, I was thinking of it already as we boarded the cab at Delhi Railway Station that would take us to our homes, Anjali was sleepy and tired and she expressed it in as many words, she had work to go to also tomorrow morning but then she would think about it later. The cab driver reversed the car out of the parking, the luggage was loaded...
Monday, 18 November 2013
The A'la Carte
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...
Rhythm of Life - V
The ride from Ludhiana to Delhi is a pleasant one, the mustard fields now turn into wheat ones, though it is still green all around us, Anjali is talking and as usual I am listening, in the backdrop of the train window, the Sun is setting. I have this thought about relationships, the golden book notwithstanding, all of them are amenable to scientific temper, it is usually easy to romanticise...
Sunday, 17 November 2013
Rhythm of Life - IV
Relationships are like paper on which the golden rules are written, and I had mentioned that earlier to Shweta, it wasn't as if Arun had stopped loving her, but I thought she had evolved and he had stayed the same. What this meant is that Shweta had rewritten her Golden Rule book while had been tending to her baby, but as it transpired Arun had remained the same, expecting her to provide emotional...
Saturday, 9 November 2013
Rhythm of Life - III
The morning tea over and Shweta in a happy mood, Anjali decided she needed to plan the day, three days in a 19th century old city was getting her travel feet a tingle. We decided we needed to keep Shweta as happy as possible, it wasn't a question of her having a tete-a-tete with my alter ego, it was important for her to understand that she had a heavenly purpose to her being here. Anjali...
The Rhythm of Life - II
It was a cloudy morning in Ludhiana when we woke up, it looked like it would drizzle and yet it just stayed the way it was, gloomy and dark. Anjali quickly walked down to the kitchen and we were on the first floor bedrooms, Anjali had taken the one with the attached bath and I the largish one with a TV "damn I loved this house," it was built out of rock and had Shweta had insisted on it having...
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