Work from Home

  • All plans about following a fixed routine has gone to pieces. I was very vigilant about using this time to learn, introspect and improve on a few things. But after few weeks – What for? Things just feel into a long inertia and now one has to struggle to get back to track. But again – What for?
  • “It would be very easy to stay all time at home. Self is the best company that one can get” – Nothing can be farther from truth. At least, not for me. Change of environment is essential. With time every part of the house gets linked to a particular emotion/behavior, and you don’t even realize how sitting at a particular place takes to you a different tangent.
  • Mumbai to Lucknow has been a welcome change. But again, finding it hard to stick to a laid-down routine. Finding it hard to write or study something late in the night – Used to be the best time of the day for me, at home, to learn and read about new things.
  • You realize the value of time only with time
  • When things are not going your way, the best you can do is to be aware that things are not going your way. And try to see light at the end of the tunnel.
  • Have to find a way to travel – Thoda rainbow dekhna hai 😀 May be December – let’s ‘see’
  • Dogs are <3
  • Cut off from Social Media for some time – Kaafi toxic and negativity. Video games maybe.
  • 📖 Pride and Prejudice, Panch Parmeshwar (Premchand), ‘What Do You Care What Other People Think? – Richard Feynman, As a Man Thinketh, Cloud Atlas

#MumbaiRains

It has been raining pigs and cows since yesterday. I woke up in the middle of the night to find that the windows that I left open, only for the breeze to pass through, had no conception of differentiating between wind and water – And I was basically camping in my room, with an unwelcome midnight bath.

Raju, the pigeon which has been nesting on the window panes, decided that if there was an apt time to move in, this was it. ‘Not afraid of humans anymore?’, I asked him. And like so many people around me, he too decided to ignore me. I was not feeling adventurous enough to take him on a tour around WadalaHouse and let him know his place in the scheme of things. So I left him in peace.

Raju – bin bulaaya mehmaan

My air conditioner has again broken down within 3 days of repair – Not that I need it right now – but better have it and not need it, then need it and not have it. No, it did not break down due to rains. Nor due to overuse. It appears that the warmth of the other side of AC is a perfect place for squirrel’s nesting. She feels that there is absolutely no reason for her to shift her base, even if her nest is at risk of being swept away every now and then, even though once I swept her nest away with a tiny squirrel in it, only to discover it later and spending next 24 hours trying to reunite him with her mother – Maybe I ended up encouraging her with my activities.

tiny squirrel

I realized that kids now might never know the concept of Rainy Day – If it’s raining classes will just be held online. Students in the last year of their graduation will never get the chance to do all the hooliganism that they planned as ‘super senior’ – No farewell parties, overflowing alcohol. Pandemic has brought forth scenarios that were never thought of.

colors of rain <3

Also – parrots are spies. And arrogant. And irritating at times. They act cute when you feed them, concealing their agenda. But not for long. Never cross a parrot, if you would take my advice – But why would you, it is an unsolicited advice. One should not pay attention to everything everyone says.

Russian Spy Mithendra

I need my pen

Do you remember your first fountain pen? Or your favorite one?
That feeling of being old enough to own a pen.
Moving on from Nataraj & Faber Castell.
Truly jumping into the world of words.

That was a time when paper did not come cheap.
Blank papers from old notebooks became new notebook – Rough Copy 🙂
This copy had papers of all shapes and sizes. All colors and tints.
Square boxes of maths notebook. And three lines of Literature notebook.
A souvenir, a gift, from last year to this – jumbled up, yet so simple.

Words
The cure to boredom is curiosity

All the thoughts in my head. And all the thoughts in yours.
Will be ink one day. And paper and pen.
And then, at last, I will write us a poem.
And a love song, maybe.

Sometimes my mind is like a dangerous storm.
And my heart is thrown away in all directions.
I need to look beyond the eye of this storm.
I need to write it all down. I need my pen – The one that is lost now.

Vice

Turmoil caused by a blackened heart
He was busy fighting an inexplicable opponent
One who never showed up
One who has never appeared before. And never will.

There was a whisper. Like a cold breeze.
Brushing past his shoulder. Down his neck.
It tells the signs of a new age, colored by the vagaries of past.
Frozen in time. Unaltered. Unwavering.

All of his vices.
All together. And all at once.
An incomplete purpose.
A broken trust.
A failed faith.

Does this lie within his comprehension?
Or somewhere beyond.
He must move towards the unsettling consequence.
Burning out with regrets.

He cannot go back now.
We cannot go back now.
The turmoil within us will stalk us.
To the end of space and time.
And the opponent will have the last laugh.

Fahrenheit 451 🔥

A great thunderstorm of sound gushed from the walls. Music bombarded him at such an immense volume that his bones were almost shaken from their tendons; he felt his jaw vibrate, his eyes wobble in his head. He was a victim of concussion.

When it was all over he felt like a man who had been thrown from a cliff, whirled in a centrifuge and spat out over a waterfall that fell and fell into emptiness and emptiness and never – quite – touched – bottom – never – never – quite – no not quite – touched – bottom … and you fell so fast you didn’t touch the sides either … never … quite … touched … anything.

The thunder faded.

The music died.