Where it all started

Yesterday I came back to the same evolve where I lived about twenty years before. To be exact it was about twenty five years. By any standards twenty five is a very long time indeed . I have been here many times before but as is grow up ( please note the word growing up and not growing old ) this was very nostalgic . I went to three shops to inquire for diet coke and they did not have it . It was well stocked shop...I thought to myself the small place where people walk so much why would anybody need a diet coke indeed . That was a small part of what I want to say. The bigger part was that it changed so much and yet it so many ways it stated the same. Let me begin by explains why I think it is prudent to mention this. When I woke up there were bird chirping into my ear. Wow and then when I went out I saw actual million butterflies hovering around . When was last time I saw so many butterflies ..I don't remember . Yet it had changed , there was a domino pizza and I actually saw someone delivering it and then all the reeboks and Adidas have attacked it as well..more later let me relish it 

There I go again

I don't know what is this feeling at the back of my head , this nagging feeling telling me I am not good enough. I searched if I have a trigger for this , I don't have . Why is life pulling me down like this.

I know I am not the best neither I am nor I can aim to be . I want to good enough and more . To be the best is journey . Currently I am in valley and I am feeling everything that valley feels like at the moment .

Feedback

It is so easy to give and so difficult to receive . I am amazed at difficulty that I have receiving it and the ease with which I give it . It hurts and pains . All the positive feedback that you receive gets eclipsed by few negative comments that come your way ... Dealing is one thing ...I think the whole thing becomes more difficult when deep down you believe it is true 

Writing a book while waiting at airport chapter 1

Well who knew that one can write a book waiting at the airport of all places. What happened o writers seclusion , quiet and tranquility of the place . I have just decided I will write a book on ...art of waiting at the airport. Among children screaming and running heater skelter ..among mothers chasing them , among not so old people going in a wheel chair and me always wondering about why they are there. Among announcements saying 'any jet airways guests for Hyderabad ' ...among diffent coloured bags and suits of the elite. Among air hotness and front desk people trying to have the smile even when they have to repeat the same thing over and over again . Among forgotten calls and ' time pass' calls as some of us have nothing better to do. Some bright faces in anticipation of the moment that awaits them when they land . Airports are no longer elite territory which they were earlier. Airports have become more middle class than before which is good in most ways. But this has led to middle class becoming more elite , it emas they are more conscious of what they wear and what lugged they carry . Some of them still manage to carry the heavy bags which they don't want to or cannot check in . Emotions floating around the airport that I have been able to catch range from boredom, anxiety , envy to thoughtfulness .

Languages and art of learning them

I have always wondered and envied people who pick up another language in a jiffy. It takes me a lifetime to do that. I stayed in bangalore for now thirteen years ..my knowledge of Kannada is dismal . I enter to kerela for six years but I never picked up Malayalam , I wanted to but I wa s told it is tough that really got me psyched and I left it at that... What is that , that makes people learn languages  so well 

Morning rush

This is a morning rush blog . I am waiting not because I have time but I want to experience and pen down experience of morning rush .. No matter how much you plan ..somedays it invariably happens ...what we can do ..I get up earlier, I plan to last degree and one unexpected phone call ...one thing out of sync and you get that hurried feeling 

Wnters or summers ...it is so relative

Wen I was living in north part of India , I thought we could identify clearly difference between winter or summer. You wore different clothing all together. You could have cooling or heating depending on what weather it was .  They were chalk and cheese so you could distinguish them so easily. I remember days when my mother used to tuck all winter clothing in a big steel box and then officially winters would go. Then anyway I moved south. There was a very mild summer and milder winter. So the season change lost some its meaning. After than I moved to mumbai , I use dot feel like smirk when anyone said it is winters in December or anyone commented on "nip in the air" ..at 20 degree centigrade ...I guess now more or less we live in one season