Back In Black...

So.

It’s been more than a year since I edited this page. What has happened with me since then??

31^st December’ 2011- Awesome party at my place!! Had about 8 people in my small room all of them drunk as pigs and dancing….an event, the awesomeness of which has never been repeated since.

January’ 12- Delhi and Gwalior Trip-

Some guy’s marriage. The only reason I went was D and Chatur. And meet them I did. But the immeasurable pain and boredom of the preceding 4 days was enough to make me hate Delhi forever. And not to forget the ‘grand’ scale of the wedding….the tonnes of food wasted….made me want to throw up.

March’ 12- Ezra’s wedding

This was a great trip. For the first time I was actually participating in a marriage. Night time drives in Hyderabad for the first time. A full fledged old city’esque wedding was beautiful. And on the way back to pune, I lost my 15k phone.

Sharad’s visit

There is something about this guy. Everytime (and I mean EVERYtime….) I have met him since college, I find him more and more suicidal. I try helping him and give up by the end of the visit. The January pain was revisited and considering that this visit lasted for almost 10 days…I almost needed a rehab.

June’ 12- Trip to Gangolli.

It’s always discomforting for me when I have to visit that place. Somehow, it reminds me of a place stuck in 19^th century. The only giveaway is the mobile phones and dish TV connections. Imagine there is only one road- called the main road in gangolli which shows up on Google maps. There are more temples than cigarette shops in the tiny village on the west coast of India  And that it was June added so much more…I literally begged for the days to pass.  

August’12-  Dhruv, Chatur and Mudith at once

In an occurrence rarer than MMS ji speaking, all four of us were together.... for the first time since 2007. And mudith’s entry was the most magical. I cannot forget that phone call in the morning…’ raat ko aa raha hu…airport lene aa ja’ . D exercising his authority over me the previous night and throwing up at EG made me realize, how much I love these guys. Unfortunately, the last night got screwed up. Got a fresh look at things I should have long foreseen.

October’ 12- A wedding and a 6 day holiday

Quite a happening month. The wedding itself was not a highlight. But what succeeded the wedding is etched in my memory. It started raining at 3 in the morning. Ezra, imran and I left in a car thinking how to reach my place. And I was aching for smokes. And then, just like a godsend, appeared a chaiwala who was open at 3.30 in the morning and in the heavy rains. From there we went all across the city to Barkas just because Imran had heard of a place which served Haleem at 5 in the morning. The 6 day holiday included an ass-numbing trip to lavasa. A lot more happened here that I came to know of later…

December’ 12-

December 9^th. The date which I feared and loathed the most….had arrived. And I had my brother for company.  And much thanks to him I did nothing ‘stupider than usual’ as I had planned.

December 31^st- a largely forgettable day with a night I wish would forget. The moral of the story running in the background all this time was clear.

PS- Just tried writing something after a really long time. Couldn't think of anything else for a start.

Utterly Meaningless Post- Part II

January 30^th, 2011. whoa!!

I never realized it had been so many days since my last post. Thank you Shr for reminding me and also recommending it to the last remnants of my friends in Hyderabad.

Lots has happened with the world since then. The jasmine revolution (or was it named after some other fancy flower??), another valentines day, another international womens day, another end of a financial year, another (and this one was pending for long) win of the world cup, another scandal, another trip to Khakhraland….and I still don’t have anything to say.

Two of my acquaintances got engaged. They wanted to keep it a ‘low key’ affair with only ‘close friends’ and family and hence this matter shall not be elaborated upon. Their identity shall be known only to the people who read my fb status msg.

I have been officially branded ‘hater of the Roadies culture’. Frankly, what is there to like in the Roadies/ Splitsvilla/ Dare 2 Date/ Date my folks/ Date my forefathers type of TV programs and people.

Khakhraland was ok. Went out with people other than the usual three. Saw some stuff which reminded me Ahmedabad had more to it than snobby, fat oozing, cash counting, pan masala eating gujjus.

I think I was planning to write something on women’s day. What the heck. We’ll write it next year. The moment so to say ‘is gone’.

People are interesting. The more you meet, the more you realize there is hardly any stereotype. Each of them has a story to tell, a reason why they became what they really are. The chaiwala, my laundry guy, the watchman whom ive dropped a number of times to the main gate, my colleagues, people I go out with, people I think about going out with…I sometimes think of having a real one-to-one conversation with them over a cup of chai (or beer if you prefer). But then I think, what would these people say to a guy they hardly know. This is where the ‘ego’ kicks in.

Think about it, how much do you know about a guy you’ve been working with for the past year? How much do you know about your past friends whom you haven’t met in the last decade. Such ‘friends’ of mine posted batch photos from our school on fb. You had to be there to realize, what these people have become.

In HIMYM, one of the characters explains this to his friend- ‘you know! In 5 years, we all become our own doppelgangers’.

All of this might seem pretentious, all philosophical, brainy or whatever. But don’t you know all of this?

I finished reading 1984. If anyone hasn’t read it, please don’t.  that book will make you feel miserable like nothing else will. Im still recuperating from the last line of that book ‘he finally loved big brother’.