Friday, June 17, 2011
aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh
My life has become upside down ever since I have started working again. Unhappy at job, unhappy at home, I have no idea where my life is currently leading me to. Now all I feel is that whatever little dreams I had is now all in pieces. Why did I even spend my time dreaming? Just tired. All I want to do now is lie down and sleep through my troubles in my life.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
The Rains are here!!!!!!!!!!!
After a really long time, I got stuck in a sudden outpour. In a matter of seconds, I was dripping wet but I just loved it. It made me feel so happy...................
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I'm Back............
Its being such a long time since i've stopped writing. Wish I could say I was enjoying my new life. Wish I could say I was too busy with my career. Wish I could say I was in short of time...
Life is full of dreams...
But it may be just dreams...
I know this doesn't sound good..but i have been suffering from writer's block.
Life is full of dreams...
But it may be just dreams...
I know this doesn't sound good..but i have been suffering from writer's block.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Memories of my train journeys
One of the best things I looked forward to was my fortnight visit home – a 5 hour night journey across the district from Ernakulam to Calicut.
One could enjoy the journey all alone with your book and mobile for company, or with a friend.
A friend, a college mate was one such friend. Initially, bus mates, we later ended up as train colleagues.
Our journey used to start with a visit to ‘Bread World’, which used to be a food chain in the Ernakulam railway station. Following which, we would rush off to the train looking for possible sleeper seats. (We cannot book these tickets beforehand and the only way to get into the compartment was to get the tickets converted by the TTE).
Once settled, we would ravage through our food, looking out at the night life of the city. We start chatting about books, work, old friends etc. Once we are done with food, we start looking for coffee. The best part about the coffee was that we never get it when we want one. Or else, coffee vendors seem to be running around selling their wares. Out of 5 times, we never get coffee for around 4 times.
She was the one who inspired me to start off blogging.
The next part came when we spend our time waiting for the TTE to come and get our tickets converted. We usually do get good seats most of the time, but we’ve still had our share of adventures.
Once, we ended up sitting on the topmost berth. This is uncomfortable considering it was only a five hour journey. The outrageous part was that we ended up paying (or bribing) for two seats instead of one. Another time, we ended up shifting from one coach to another, finally ending up at a TTE’s seat. Mr. TTE spends his time flirting trying to convince us that he had forgone his seat for us LADIES!
Once her marriage was fixed, all we discussed was the upcoming marriage plans. It was one of our last journeys together. I was introduced to her husband as ‘my train mate’, a companionship which ran along for a good two years.
Happily settled, the last time we met on the train was when I was going back to Ernakulam. She told me she had quit her job and hence there won’t be any more rendezvous in OKHA Express.
I then travelled most of the time all alone after this. Often my cousin accompanied me, but it was not much of a fun. Then I started calling up people when I was travelling, but it was never fun. During the final stages, I had my roommate for company. That was a relief considering that I was no longer alone.
Travelling alone can be fun but sometimes it does get on to your nerves. After some time the only option in such a journey is go to sleep. But when alone, I was too afraid to sleep. Books are also OK as long as you have the lights. Music was also OK but I got fed up of the songs too fast.
I also got to meet a lot of people in trains. Talking to each one of them was an experience in itself. I even had a lady for company who was the sister of a prospective groom. We met when she came to see me for her brother. Though things didn’t work out, it was fun talking to her.
After my marriage was fixed, I did feel bad when my fiancée didn’t call me when I was travelling. He felt that the connection will not be good and will be broken. But again it was on a train, when he first started calling me ‘dear’. It’s nothing great but I was over the moon that day.
It’s nearly six months since I have travelled in a train. My journeys are now by our car. But I have started missing those journeys. The journeys with the feel of independence, the excitement of the train starting, the nightlife of the cities, the frustration of the train being stuck up, the anxiety over the train tickets. It was fun.
One could enjoy the journey all alone with your book and mobile for company, or with a friend.
A friend, a college mate was one such friend. Initially, bus mates, we later ended up as train colleagues.
Our journey used to start with a visit to ‘Bread World’, which used to be a food chain in the Ernakulam railway station. Following which, we would rush off to the train looking for possible sleeper seats. (We cannot book these tickets beforehand and the only way to get into the compartment was to get the tickets converted by the TTE).
Once settled, we would ravage through our food, looking out at the night life of the city. We start chatting about books, work, old friends etc. Once we are done with food, we start looking for coffee. The best part about the coffee was that we never get it when we want one. Or else, coffee vendors seem to be running around selling their wares. Out of 5 times, we never get coffee for around 4 times.
She was the one who inspired me to start off blogging.
The next part came when we spend our time waiting for the TTE to come and get our tickets converted. We usually do get good seats most of the time, but we’ve still had our share of adventures.
Once, we ended up sitting on the topmost berth. This is uncomfortable considering it was only a five hour journey. The outrageous part was that we ended up paying (or bribing) for two seats instead of one. Another time, we ended up shifting from one coach to another, finally ending up at a TTE’s seat. Mr. TTE spends his time flirting trying to convince us that he had forgone his seat for us LADIES!
Once her marriage was fixed, all we discussed was the upcoming marriage plans. It was one of our last journeys together. I was introduced to her husband as ‘my train mate’, a companionship which ran along for a good two years.
Happily settled, the last time we met on the train was when I was going back to Ernakulam. She told me she had quit her job and hence there won’t be any more rendezvous in OKHA Express.
I then travelled most of the time all alone after this. Often my cousin accompanied me, but it was not much of a fun. Then I started calling up people when I was travelling, but it was never fun. During the final stages, I had my roommate for company. That was a relief considering that I was no longer alone.
Travelling alone can be fun but sometimes it does get on to your nerves. After some time the only option in such a journey is go to sleep. But when alone, I was too afraid to sleep. Books are also OK as long as you have the lights. Music was also OK but I got fed up of the songs too fast.
I also got to meet a lot of people in trains. Talking to each one of them was an experience in itself. I even had a lady for company who was the sister of a prospective groom. We met when she came to see me for her brother. Though things didn’t work out, it was fun talking to her.
After my marriage was fixed, I did feel bad when my fiancée didn’t call me when I was travelling. He felt that the connection will not be good and will be broken. But again it was on a train, when he first started calling me ‘dear’. It’s nothing great but I was over the moon that day.
It’s nearly six months since I have travelled in a train. My journeys are now by our car. But I have started missing those journeys. The journeys with the feel of independence, the excitement of the train starting, the nightlife of the cities, the frustration of the train being stuck up, the anxiety over the train tickets. It was fun.
Cling On’s
A friend of mine introduced me to this word with the statement. –‘I don’t want to cling on to anybody for anything’.
It was then I realised how much I depended on others for the very simplest of reasons – living life on your own. You still ended up living dependent on your friends, colleagues, neighbours, what not!
What if you don’t have anyone to cling onto? Imagine that your day revolves around you from home to your place of work.
You end up being really alone from waking up, dressing up, cooking up one’s own breakfast and travelling to our next phase of life – our work place. At work space, we cling on to our team, our colleagues, our clients and what not.
What about our emotional needs? Can we live without burdening ourselves on to someone?
I have been trying to detach myself from clinging on to someone just to be independent. I thought I don’t have to answer any one for my actions. But it is of no use.
We either have someone clinging on to us or us clinging on to someone. And just because we cling on to someone, does it means that we are not independent. I don’t know.
Maybe, you need to be absolutely confident or have no confidence at all on anyone so that you do not have to cling on to someone. My husband sure is one such person I guess.
It was then I realised how much I depended on others for the very simplest of reasons – living life on your own. You still ended up living dependent on your friends, colleagues, neighbours, what not!
What if you don’t have anyone to cling onto? Imagine that your day revolves around you from home to your place of work.
You end up being really alone from waking up, dressing up, cooking up one’s own breakfast and travelling to our next phase of life – our work place. At work space, we cling on to our team, our colleagues, our clients and what not.
What about our emotional needs? Can we live without burdening ourselves on to someone?
I have been trying to detach myself from clinging on to someone just to be independent. I thought I don’t have to answer any one for my actions. But it is of no use.
We either have someone clinging on to us or us clinging on to someone. And just because we cling on to someone, does it means that we are not independent. I don’t know.
Maybe, you need to be absolutely confident or have no confidence at all on anyone so that you do not have to cling on to someone. My husband sure is one such person I guess.
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