It’s been some time since I’ve
written... and Yes, I’ve been in a sappy mood... Things don’t change just
because it’s been a long time... and Nostalgia is a bitch making things seem
better than they ever are... and I’m back to my pathetic self who craves things
I don’t need to waste any more of my time on…
Anyway here goes... What makes a
person in your life indispensable? Isn’t it amazing how you can go from want to
hate in so little time? And for a person like me who doesn’t exactly ever hate
people, u must have done something really wrong to send me over to that dark
side... These are the type of people u wish u hadn’t met, the type without whom
Ur life would have probably been better off.
Old people who are so full of
blessings... Anyone you meet with grey hair... whether they are your own
grandparents or any random person u meet on your travels. I clearly remember an
old rickshaw wala once, who wanted to know where I was going... when he came to
know it’s a 2 hour road journey he was full of pity and blessing saying “Allah
be with you”.. It struck me.. How is it that you can wish for good things for
someone you have met for hardly a minute? (Yeah I know, it was more of pity for
the fact that I need to travel for work). That got me thinking about thoughts
about strangers... and thoughts about non – strangers...
What makes you think things for
others? Good thoughts, Bad thoughts, Murderous thoughts? When someone doesn’t
open their mouth and doesn’t do things that annoy you, they can live on in your
thoughts, and not be dead in those myriad ways you want them to... Whereas if
its someone who you want to hear words from and they keep quiet, god bless
their souls, cuz they have been murdered in your head a thousand different
ways…
What makes one love something?
Want more of it? What makes a person go from nothing in your life to
everything? Some cases you can say it is because the other person cares.. When
someone cares so much for you that you start growing fond of them in return,
until they stop, and you are left longing their presence… But then again what
about inanimate things.. Like my love for Tea? Why do I love you Tea? Why do I
crave for you so much every day? Why do I feel like its magic when that perfect
blend of milk water, at the right temperature in good quality china (actually
even the chai wala chai shots are super awesome) touch my lips?
But then again it’s always the
things you love that betray you… Every single time…. Like the one bad burn I
got a few years ago… 5 days of bed rest because the most favorite thing in the world
decided fall all over my legs at boiling hot temperature before it could settle
in my perfect tea mug.. But do I learn from my mistakes? No, I still loved you,
Tea, with the same devotion and same admiration.. Until last month when you
decided to betray me again.. by falling all over me, that too when I was
getting late to go to office… and needless to say that I spent the rest of the
day with a splitting headache, trying to get over the fact that the one true
love of my life doesn’t want me anymore (To a person who loves the morning tea
routine as much as I do, the spilling of half cup of tea and breaking of your
favorite tea mug is ultimate betrayal, if not ominous)
Well if an inanimate thing like
Tea can betray you, how can u expect people not to? Living things, with brains
that work overtime and thoughts that seldom are straight… Someone is always
going to get hurt… Betrayal isn’t just when you sleep with someone else… It’s
not even about trust and breaking it… I don’t know what it’s about because I’m
too angry to put it into words... But yes, its words and knowledge that finally
lead you to snap… Making promises of never leaving and leaving a person who has
problems with handling with loss? That I think is worse than sleeping with
someone else… Trying to put on a face to others that nothing happened, giving
flimsy reasons to others saying nothing short of its all in her head? That’s
the worst kind of betrayal ever… And do I ever learn? No… But then being
betrayed on is just bad luck...
On the bad luck tangent? The time
I reach the station every morning is the time fishermen from god knows where
decide to enter the city, carrying baskets atop their heads, with tiny fish
tails peeking out (A whole fricking hoard of people you have to avoid dashing
into.. not an easy thing to do when you are always late) Its luck that the
rickshaw u take every morning was not previously used by one of them (and you
don’t feel like you are a stinking fish for the 1st part of the day)...
Its luck that you don’t dash into one of them when you are rushing to office...
And it’s definitely luck that keeps u from getting fishy water/ (even maybe a
tiny fish) splat on your head when a crow tries to steal from the open basket
on top of one of the fisherman’s head... And yes, this has happened like twice
in front of my eyes, those lucky bastards! (The crows, I mean)
Its luck that keeps you from
people, Its luck that brings people close, Its luck that you get blessed by
random people you meet, whether it’s because you are helping them or not.. Its
luck that you survive the day without getting hit by a train/ vehicle/a
fisherman/ a fish. And I am really glad I can count my blessings.. Although I
don’t know whether the fact that they can be counted on 10 fingers is a good
thing or not..
And this one too I end on a
Mumford and Sons Note, (I LOVE them)
Love, It will not betray you, Dismay or Enslave you, It will set you
free…
Be more like the man you were made to be
