I finally got another tattoo made about two weeks ago.

It says Achhan (meaning dad in Malayalam). I got it on dad’s birthday on April 8 on the inside of my right wrist.

The ‘A’ of Achhan is a little girl with short hair tat stands up at the edges. That’s exactly how I used to look when I was a little girl.

My sister said that the tattoo will look immature on me when I turn 50. But mummy said even if I turn a 100, I’ll still be daddy’s little girl. That point really hit home, and I had to get that design.

I can sit and stare at that little imprint on me hand all day long. And I think, even when I turn grey and old, the little girl on the tattoo will not have a single strand of grey hair. Forever daddy’s little girl. :')

Ramblings of ma mind

The devil inside:
Everytime I see somebody’s lace undone, I get this incredible urge to step on it and trip the person. I’ve even tried that a couple of times but the would be victim was wearing his lucky colours or something I suppose :P

Perspective:
When I pass by a large plot of unutilized land, I wonder why a perfectly good piece of plot is lying vacant instead of being put to some commercial use. Then out of nowhere, I recall how some 15 years ago, every large open land meant nothing but a large playground, to explore, to dig up and to get soiled in.

Dog-eat-dog:
As I walk past a butcher shop, I see two little goat babies tied outside. The little furry black one looks up at me with his big brown eyes and silly as it is, I can’t meet his eyes in the face of what my species is doing to his.

It happens only in Indyeah:
I was on the phone with a friend recently when she abruptly said “Ok, I gotta hang up, there’s an elephant coming”
And I go, “Huh? Whuh?”
So she repeats, a little irritated, “I have to hang up Shwetz, there’s an elephant coming my way.”
Me: “Ele .. hahhahahahah”. The line goes dead. “Hahahhaha”

Paapi pet da sawaal:
On a vast stretch of the Arabian Sea, far off, I see a tiny speck. It’s a fisherman floating on a cast off truck tyre. Just looking at him in the middle of nowhere on the flimsy piece of rubber gives me the shivers. But I guess trials are part and parcel to every person’s daily bread winning. Such is life.

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.

~ Virginia Woolf

Just once more

Memories do the strangest thing. Sometimes you miss someone so much, not a day goes by without you thinking about them. Their voice, their expressions, their hands, their laughter, all those tiny little, very specific details that made them unique. You miss them every single time and wish, if only you could see them just one last time. It’s not even so important that you speak to them, but just be able to see them, maybe from a far off distance, as if secretly spying through a window, just be in the same vicinity, just see that crinkle of eyes again, hear that voice again, just one more time.

You reminisce so much that when reality strikes, it almost feels like all that you had, all that you shared in the past is all just a figment of your imagination. It was all a mirage, your fantasy, a non-existent world. That kind of happiness couldn’t possibly exist.

So then you rummage through your old belongings, small nondescript mementos, like bits of paper with scribbles in that unmistakable hand, documents with that stylish inimitable signature. You flip through photo albums, looking for proof, looking for reassurance, looking for pain, or a balm for it. And there they are, those freckles, that toothy or rather toothless smile, that thick lush hair. *sigh*. It all did happen after all, but is now forever lost in the sands of time. So then, once again, its time to lock away all those memories, and pretend it was all a dream, or that this is a nightmare, soon to end. But if only, you could have just one more chance …

10 things I learnt during my college lectures

1. I can sleep with my eyes open

2. I have great eye to head co-ordination — even though I haven't been listening to a single word the lecturer has been yaking, I can still manage to nod when he/she looks my way.

3. I can manage to look extremely serious and attentive even while I'm replaying yesterday's episode of Simpsons in my head.

4. I can yawn with my mouth shut and eyes wide open, and no one will even know it.

5. I can plan and live my entire future—husband, kids and the works—just in those 2 hours of Karl Marx talk.

6. I start getting interested in the lecture or the concepts start to make sense exactly 5 minutes before the lecture is to wind up.

7. Suddenly the superhuman powers—invisibility, flying, etc—that I used to find extremely silly become extremely desirable.

8. Time stands still during a political science lecture.

9. Long awaited phone calls only come after you are 15 minutes into a 3 hour long lecture .. irony is a biatch !

10. My book has more meaningless drawings, caricatures and personal messages exchanged between classmates than actual study material.

 

*sigh* how I miss college.   

 

Life's like that - i

Pushing and shoving my way up the stairs of the Kurla station foot bridge during the morning rush hour, I envy the bum sitting on the asbestos roof of the platform, watching the crazy herd of money hungry animals on their way to earn their daily bread. Another day, another dollar they say. But I envy the bum. He's watching us, with a mocking smile on his face with the morning sun warming his bare back and the rushing trains cooling it. I know where my next meal will come from, and I have to make sure it keeps coming. Does he know about his? He might have to beg or borrow or steal, I don't think it really plagues his mind too much. I don't think he has a choice. It must be nice to not have alternatives sometimes, or to have your choice made for you. I envy the bum.

Noisy lil devil's workshop ;)

Answerless questions I ponder over when I'm complete vela :P

Will I live to see old age?
Is life fair?
Does everything really happen for the best?
Do we always get what we deserve?
Do good things happen to good people or vice versa?
Is karma repaid in this birth or the next?
Is there a fourth dimension?
Do souls survive or get reborn with new flesh?
Do we really have souls?
Is that the voice in our head?
How come it says means things and gives evil directions at times?
Why is water transparent?
How come fishes sleep with their eyes open and horses standing up?
Why is grey depressing?
Where does the sky end?
What lies beyond it?
Is it true that when you are thinking of a person, he/she is thinking of you too?
Who invented religion?
How come one religion has so many gods?
What existed before the gods were born?
Was the world a happier place?
Why is there so much misery?
How can a god die?
Is the Earth going to die?
Will the sun swallow it in its supernova?
They say the world used to be a bigger place, really?
What happened?
Why do we yawn?
Why do we dream?
Why so many wants?
Do roaches sleep?
Does that rhyme?
Why do they say ‘it’s the greatest thing since sliced bread’?
What’s so great about sliced bread?
Was that a draft or did a spirit just touch me?
What did Koena Mitra look like before all the plastic surgeries?
Does Himesh have a big bald patch on the top of his head?
Is Ram Gopal Verma out of his mind?
Is Raj Thakarey a coward?
Am I losing direction?
Should I shut up now?