...sometimes i wonder what life really is, a walk taht we must walk, a run that some choose to sprint or a marathon that we train for all our lives and never actually run it for we die training.this ones me back in Canada looking at the India trip in hind sight and trying to join the dots (i love doing this). A friend 1s told me that I shld become a grade 1 teacher cuz ill do that a lot with kids, "join the dots" colour book. upon landing I was greeted by an army of people, close family n friends as if I had jsut won an olympic gold medal or something. I was quiet much quieter than I normally would be (when am i ever quiet?). I had a trip that made me realize a lot of important things in life. Wonder if these realizations were cuz I was away for so long of cuz some1 had made me realize things almost forcefully. Life moved on with 14 hours of sleep a day for two weeks after which my "jet-lagged" excuse stopped working and i started getting kicked in my ass to do stuff around the house. I was still very quiet, unsure as to why, i blamed it on my lack or ample amount of sleep. I had a promise to keep that i had made to myself a while back. No Cell-phone and a complete over haul of my life from the past. Well that was quite a challenge but it was worth it.
D d d d d DELHI... the trip that i have been avoiding to describe for some time, finally must be penned.you know when u watch a movie and suddenly the dude/dudette is in a casino and everything is so fast, so-much-so it feels like a circus.. well thats delhi for u in a line.Landing @ the IGI ariport for the 5-6th time it almost felt like i lived there for people had started recognizing me. My phone was buzzin crazily as messages kept poring in about how much Resh was waiting to see me.
D d d d d DELHI... the trip that i have been avoiding to describe for some time, finally must be penned.you know when u watch a movie and suddenly the dude/dudette is in a casino and everything is so fast, so-much-so it feels like a circus.. well thats delhi for u in a line.Landing @ the IGI ariport for the 5-6th time it almost felt like i lived there for people had started recognizing me. My phone was buzzin crazily as messages kept poring in about how much Resh was waiting to see me.
Resh, is a friend! who is the only person who would buy my craziness and do random things with me. Resh, is Cool!, Resh is the Niki from Neil n Nikki. I walked out n saw her and did the customary hugging n i missed u, this happened and that happened stuff. I had not really eaten much since the beginning and if u remember from my previous blogs, Eating is very important to me. Thanks to Resh, she knew this and i was presented with a chocolate lava cake which tasted super yummy, now i am not a huge fan of sweet stuff but that cake was soooo good with melted chocolate syrup on it, trust me it was delicious, every bite of it just melted away in my mouth like cotton candy. (disclaimer: for all the girls who hate me for not sharing and describing it to the point where they wanna eat it too, go get ur own cake).
This was the second time I was in delhi, well the first time, I really was in Gurgaon which is like Greater Delhi but definitely boasts better infrastructure and better malls but thats not where the girls are at!
Let the Party begin: Tabularasa (i m sure thats how u say it), Night 1 was a private bachelor/bachelorette party hosted by Resh's friend.... amazing ppl, amazing venue and I really had sooo much fun @ this place. Danced till my feet killed me and drank (coke, juice etc) till my kidneys exploded and ate till i could no longer walk. As i write this, I am a little unsure as to what was more appealing, the fact that there were great ppl and an awesome party or that the food was absolutely marvelous. I mean, i had been at IIM for about 4 weeks now and everything @ the mess tasted the same no matter what they cooked. High on food we left the party pretty late and headed home! Important mention has to be given to BearHug (dont want to discuss this in greater detail), lets just say Resh u rock buddy!
The next morning was really an afternoon where we had some fresh orange juice from the side of the road amongst other things. Lajpat nagar trip was one to remember, i was made to eat these balls with some next sauce (chutney) on it and believe me ladies n gentleman i felt like my mouth was on fire followed by every part of my GI tract feeling the same. The coolness of a coke or even a roadside lemonade could not quench my thirst and the kulfi, a known fire extinguisher failed miserably. I wonder how ppl eat so much spice esp. people from south india, i bet for them its eating chillies is like having corn flakes every morning.
Later in the evening my long dream of driving a stick (standard transmission) in India also came true, I drove from green park to vasant vihar, a distance of some 9kms, but that drive was an amazing one. Although it took us about 45 minutes to get to our destination, I did not have any complaints to make. My life felt accomplished as I had just saved the lives of innocent human being (me and other ppl in the car) from all the other cars on the road, driving in India never ceases to ammuse!
A falafal at saket, coffee at taj, drive around khan market and even a small trip squeezed to go see an old friend in punjabi bagh, i had seen it all i told myself seated in a Boeing 737. As i texted some of my own life learnings to a friend who was in need for them, I sighed n wondered, what would be life without friends, without ppl who cared for you and without ppl who wanted to be with u?
Another check was made to a list of "Rohit's things to do", Chilling with Resh in Delhi... CHECK!
Life isn't like algebra. It cant be solved in any one way. Essentially there is no absolute answer. You've heard the saying before: "getting older is mandatory but growing up is optional", but part of growing older comes with growing up, with the realization that there are many important things in life. some are taught to us others we learn through the experiences we have.
ReplyDeleteAnd an overhaul of the past isn't really possible. Learning from it is. Challenging ourselves to do something different, to face a fear, to grow past the clouds we pocket is living life.
To live anew, to start fresh like an artist would on whitewashed walls slowly encrusting glass stars, like fresh water colours on that canvas dripping and merging with other colours like pollock would, is but a pandemonium. Change is the only permanence. But without memory, what would a human be.
Memories, the deja vu of synapses that come to us again and define who we are and what we will become. Family, friends, people that leave a mark on our lives make memories worth looking back at. If you can look back, if it makes you smile, it was worth it.
:) great work. keep writing.