When ex flame turns a friend

I always heard people say, relationship once ended should be a closed chapter.
That always set me thinking 'what's more important - destination that lost path or journey that made it worthwhile'
If the latter, how could people who once formed the most significant element of our lives cease to be a part of it. In both literal and figurative terms. Even if they are not with you they are very much a part of abstract existence - in memories and mindscape.
And yes, I am experiencing the same in a more fulfilling way that I could ever have probably. The openness and connect that's there now, was never seen before. A new level that transcends all narrow bounds of worldly cares.
I am happy the way it is.

Myself after long

Life's been on rollercoaster....Deadlines and all that jazz....but having fun nontheless. Three and half hr long conference call fried my brain like how..Needed some fun. Started small and there followed some fun antics, photo shoot all over the office space and down with cigerrate amidst the muck of Nehru Place.
Felt myself after long..fun time and some cool colleagues to join in.
Exciting learning curve.
More will follow.

Brewing minds

...coffee connections and vitual existence..that's how I will define the events as they have unfolded over the last one month and little more. Addictive, compulsive bunch and mulitiple layer transcending the real and making vitual fun.

Now I understand how apt the coffee table relationship term is - whosoever coined it. When cafe becomes the extension of living room and day spills over 24 hrs or so it seems.

It would seem like a random bantering..but churnings are really vague bag at the moment.
It is fun when random becomes regular and chance meetings become habit.

Interesting motions intersperse the coffee table and beyond there is a new world that unfolds. Random becomes real and all else flows seamlessly.

When I saw her from close quarters

Ooh!That was quite close when I met acclaimed actor and social activist Shabana Azmi.

I reached on time sharp. Whiled I lingered in IHC lobby looking at some odd exhibits on display my phone beeped, "sorry to keep you waiting. please come up to my room."

I was a little, very little though, jittery. But as she opened the door to me with a smile I eased.

She was extremely tired after her tour of her father's village carrying forward the some development initiatives by him.

I sat a little in disbelief, that I was seeing her from such close and personal quarters, and little in confidence as I went briefing her on the subject for media interviews lined up.

We chatted a bit and I left with a smile.

An odd working saturday filled with events to make memories. Evening followed with rerun of Delhi 6 with my 'likeable' man who sat there quite a loss with the language but understood the film even without me having to explain except the odd bits here and there after the film. Impressive yeah!

Overwhelmed

Eyes are welling up. Last leg of my stint here. I leave day after. Time seems to be flying faster than I imagined.

The office assistant  said, " madam ji why are you leaving, dont go. aapse baat karke hum logon bhi achha lagta tha."

I meekly smile back while emotions galloping inside.

I went to the reception for some odd job and 'aunty' as I enderaing call her gave me a hug saying she will miss me a lot. She is one of the dearest friend I will be leaving behind.

Our protocol manager is the most 'sadoo' man incapabale of consitent niceties. "Let me take you out for lunch." That brought the outburst of tears and more hugs followed.

I would refrain from using 'gora'. Darn!! without realising I was being a racist.

That now becomes 'sexy man in black rimmed glasses'. I was in the balcony when he made an appearance with a white chit in his hands and extended towards me. Befuddled I open 'dal tadke, jeera rice, aloo paratha and a box of ladoos' is what he wanted for lunch. The note ended with a smiley. I am going to miss this. 

Afernoon was terrible with bad cramps to couple my already crumbling emotional state. I lay head down on my desk. Someone told me he clicked my picture while I lay eyes shut writhing in pain. 

Two more days to go...

My lunch friends have offered to fill me with gatronomics delight with home cooked food. I feel loved wanted and pampared.

One friend is getting used to calling me on my phone after work in preparedness for times when I am gone. The dress rehearsal has begun.

'P' my team-mate. The same guy whose car got towed away. 

Yes I am going to miss the car ride till ansals and stop-overs at times to the momo joint and smoky puffs. This is our bonding trademark interspersed with conversation about work and other significant things in our lives - his kids and wife. And  random tidbits from my life.

I left office without 'P' today. While I scurried through the market in search of an auto I was already getting a glimpse into my future in which all would figure not in the same way.

I reached home which lots of choco dose hoping that would turn off the descending blues. Of no avail. I restlesslessly walked on my terrace...back and forth...came inside and the next moment I find myself howling. And blank empty canvas yet to find new colors.

Memory in the ruins of Delhi

Lovely skyline, sunny afternoon, breezy heights and company to complete the perfect afternoon.

Little peak into the history that lies in the backyards of expanding Delhi, peaceful and quiet tucked away into the oblivion with few frequenting the once bastions of power and the silent tomb that lies across the road.

We found a cozy turf on top overlooking the cityscape amid the blowing breeze and competing snarling traffic losing out. It was like traveling back in time but aware of the contrasting space that dots our urbanscape.

Click!Click! captured the time in mind while camera did the same in its visual details.

And there I was struggling to light my ciggy against the force of wind when he just did some odd perfect and it worked. Gave me some logic of science having done that.

He gets strangely fascinated with stray dogs, and there we had the whole puppy parlour, and almost always gets tempted to take them home. 

Time to get back to our maddening civilisation and crazy crowded routine. We were pooped and needed some coffee to awaken the sleepy minds and then back home to writing my blog post.

We are both making memories in our own ways he of the country and me of the company.

The hero never dies

And thank God for that. And thank bollywood that optimism triumphs when cynicism gives a tough fight.

And you dont want good looking heroes to die even on the silver screen, do you?

Delhi 6 revs up emotions and if you belong to female fraternity it makes all go drool and moon over the AB baby..Ooh la la

There half the job done and half the time fancying envy with the one who shared the screen space..I want to be a star too (thats an open secret dream ;) in my teeny weeny heart). Well I will give it to the girl as well..hmmm. By the way Rakeysh happens to be on my FB friends list too. Don't ask how :) but feels cool. hehehhe

And my dear Hanu does some sky antics too in the film. And yes there is a 'kala bandar' too and funnily so fits seamlessly with the film stirring ugly and happy moments. Go watch it to know how.

I am watching it again. No points for guessing why I will. I am single and can wear my heart on my sleeves.

So that said the day was no less filmy. Entered the office which looked deserted due to some shit meeting happening. So there I was waiting for 'some' people (read one gora) to at least show up.

Yes he did and we sat with our coffee in the balcony; he with cool star sunglasses and me with my smoke stick between my fingers of course enjoying the strong sun.

Then a couple of more people trickled in and the lull demanded some action. Least we could do was have some music. By the way the 'gora' has an amazingly good assortment of world music including some shit home grown (bolly bolly). One that stand out ' wada na tod, tu muh na mod' to my utmost shock.

So we were all in a frolicy mood and frappe flowed in to make a perfect after lunch addendum.

This someone wanted to join us for the film, ignore the fact that he can't follow much of hindi, but enjoys our flicks all the same. 

Well he didn't. Is suffering severe blue on the thought of leaving Our Bharat Mahan. India has that effect and you will see it doubling up in Delhi 6. So he did'nt though tickets were bought and hoped he did come. Well he is feeling low and and multiple mysterious emotions.

By the way he has been clicking pictures of the balcony, his work station and of me too though with no obvious intent. He is making memories, I am already living mine. 

Listening to Maula mere maula from Delhi 6 on my stereo. On that note I sign off.