Archive for June, 2010

Football Fever

Posted: June 29, 2010 in Uncategorized

It’s football season. It happens every 4 years (unless you watch Euro too). The guys go mad, put on the jerseys of their favourite team, paint their faces, shout slogans, shout insults at other team supporters, get into fights, and come back home with stories to tell their friends again and again, however irritating they might get. The girls don’t want to get left behind. So they’ll find some poor guy to lend them his jersey, wear it and go to the bars to scream at the screens, they’ll drink, get drunk and become apparent die hard supporters of teams they hadn’t seen a match off. Yep that’s world cup fever alright. A weird fever, but it grips you. You just get sucked into it. And it’s electric. You start feeling the pain of losing a match, the joy when the ball hits the back of the net.. It all builds up, and peaks at the last match. The battle lines are drawn, the whole world watches irrespective of who’s playing. You chose sides and stick with them. And you shout for them as much as the other. And then it’s over. As quick as the fever swept over you, it let’s go and moves on. And then you get back to your life as if it was just a dream, waiting another four years to go by..


Simply free

Posted: June 22, 2010 in Uncategorized

For 4 years, there was this continuous weight on my head. It kept increasing over that period, steadily and slowly. I got used to it.. It was a burden, extremely heavy for me. But I carried it around. I could have shrugged it off a year into it, but at the time it felt like it would get lighter. But it got heavier and heavier. It started to gnaw at you, it snapped through you at others around you. It just brought you lower..

And then suddenly its gone. You stand up straight, dust yourself off, and it feels as if nothing had really happened. ‘Past 4 years? Oh they were there. But who cares eh?’. Because with that burden gone, you dont have anything pulling you down.. you can walk.. nothing blinds you, nothing stops you.. your a person to yourself. So you explore this freedom.. This sweet liberation of the senses. Cause 4 years might have gone by, but the rest of your life still awaits. It beckons to new horizons..

I’m on a plane in the middle of nowhere with no worries about food or fuel.. Just the sunset calling me away, to lands unexplored..

Welcome Home

Posted: June 1, 2010 in Uncategorized

I was having a conversation with a friend of mine, about her ideal home. She spoke about having a house on the slope of a mountain in Switzerland. She even knew which mountain. I could just imagine it. Waking up in the warmth of your home, with the frost sparkling on your window frame. Sipping a hot cup of coffee, while you watch the sun rise between the peaks of snow capped mountains..

It was picturesque. It made me wonder where I’d want my own ideal home. Its easy to take the ideas from others around you. But then it won’t be yours. There would always be something amiss. For making a home, you need to think about what would make you happy, cause that’s what a home is about. I imagine myself on a beach in goa, sitting on the sand, just watching the waves crash. I imagine myself wading through the blue lagoon of the islands that dot south-east Asia. I imagine sifting through the sands of Rajasthan, even sifting through the snow on the slopes of Manali.

But I keep coming back to this one image.. Its a rustic villa, I’m sitting in the shade of an olive tree, the frangrance of the soft earth fills me, the slightly moist air brushes past, a glass of wine lies next to me, and I stare out over the cliff into the blue waters of the Adriatic. I think of this, I feel good. I think of this, I feel content. I think of this, I feel at peace. I think of this, I feel at home..