a funny hour..

I spent an hour talking and laughing with a guy i don't know! This was an impulse, I met Reebok on a social networking site and found a mutual connection leading to many others, assuring that the world is a small place.

post my birthday, our meeting was being postponed by my forgetfulness and finally met at a nearby coffee house. We just got talking and after two espresso shots i was laughing loud enough for the neighbouring suave aunt to turn around. i was so high on the silly humour and 'how true' conversation that i snorted... twice midst the laughs (tight arse would raise her eyebrows if she were there) . i couldn't believe that the left side of my tummy shot spasms of pain.

We decided to move from the place and as the bill arrive, he insisted on paying, (i have learnt not to resist- since torch taught me the shallow happiness of living in a mans world) and this guy opens a sodexo booklet! i found it genuinely funny --what i would otherwise call tacky. he was so casual about the evening that things eased out; there were no undertones, making it super friendly!

after coffee n a walk in my heels- i decided say good bye and as i was patiently waiting for a cab, he accompanied me. he insisted giving me ride to the station but when i resisted he gallantly helped me get a cab, including requesting the cabbies, passing jokes at the singles travelling in cabs etc... it was hilarious.

the cute 'u r not like other girls' sms was equally predictably funny, simply coz we met one time and i, after being told 'u r such a woman', that comment was like a curacao slush. indeed a very high spirited, totally satiated evening.

Of dreams and more

There is nothing more joyous in life than knowing what you want; understanding the element you are built of (wood, metal, clay, fibre...). It’s easy to create a world and it’s easier to make it a reality… this isn’t a joke and I don’t live in your world.

I met the monk with beads and things changed. It was surprising for me to notice so many things changing within me and so quickly. What did the Monk do?-- He depressed me, challenged my fears, and mocked my insecurities. Has this never happened before, of course it has! But this time it was my calling- I had summoned the monk to awaken the star in me. His despotism, futility, morbidity, emptiness helped me build my army of saints and angels, of shining morning and endless smiles. He exuded so much negativity that I didn’t have to look far for the bright sun in me.

And the fun part is that all this is happening and I am just observing---it’s effortless! It’s like a flower opening it's petals, like fronds of grass grabbing the morning dew, like the snake train swishing away on the rails, like the infinite street lights working to make marine drive look like a queen’s necklace. It was as smooth as a-neat single malt down your throat.

There is a time for everything, including believing, challenging and heading in the direction of light. It comes to us of and on and when it does- one should grab it: I am spreading my arms wide….
We all have one life and one world and there are no hurdles and there are many miracles—I am a true blue destinarian, silly but true! I believe in peace; within- and without. Life is hilarious; all we need is a sense of humour: I chose a laughing echo over a wet pillow. (Instance- dodging to the movie hall though multiple entries and too many people, I saw this kid checking his hair, doing it up in a security guard’s vehicle-checking-floor mirror. This lady in the compartment was reading P.G woodhouse and was curbing her smile till she couldn’t hold it any longer and burst into laughter… it was exquisite waiting for her to break the silence and watching her helplessly laugh).

The time has come, the walrus said
To talk of many things,
Of shoes and ships, and sealing wax
And cabbages and kings!

----If the walrus can speak- I can fly!
It’s ecstatic to lose social sanity and believe in the cosmos…