- 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
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.
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.
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.
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.
May has ended. And it is that time of the year when the news is brimming with expectations of Monsoons. In June, but when? The wait and anticipation are going to increase every day. Mumbai awaits the downpour. There is some hesitation as well, with the experience city has with Monsoons, year after year.
Like everyone else, I too, am waiting for the Rain Gods. This time more than previous years. As this time it promises a much needed change in status quo. Where days have been passing by since 3 months, very similar to each other, I believe we all can use a cool breeze and some splatter against our window.
This reminds me of a beautiful book by Alexander Frater – ‘Chasing the Monsoons’. This book accompanied me while I was doing some chasing of my own, traveling to Meghalaya, with ‘Meghdoot’ and ‘Chasing the Monsoons’ in my bag. Both Alexander & I found what we were looking for.
If I had to be a season, I would be Monsoons. Then Winter, followed by Spring, Autumn & Summer. I am already dreaming about those overcast Saturday mornings. Waking up to thunders in the distant red sky. Good music in the background. And retiring in a chair in a shade on the terrace, with a book for a company.Continue reading
2 AM in the morning. Or late evening, may be. Crickets are on their daily duty and bats have gone to sleep. When I was a kid, someone told me that the sound of chirping of crickets is actually the sound of twinkling of stars. I guess that is why I still find this sound very pleasant.
68 days since I have left my building. Time has moved from being blocks to a continuous wave. Sleep cycles have shortened and sleep sessions have increased. There is no breakfast, lunch or dinner. It is sort of 1 meal every 6 hours.
I am reading a book titled ‘The Things that Nobody Knows”. Many interesting facts in there, but I am more curious about the title. It should have been “The Things that Very few people Know”. Anyways, this book confirmed my long time suspicion against the belief that almost all polar bears are left-handed.
Humans have moved out of Wadala House. And all other creatures have moved to Mango tree. Pollution has gone down so much that I can actually see bats hanging on my ceiling fan (yes, ceiling fan, not table fan. Bats cannot hang on a table fan. Or can they?).
P.S. Also, there is no confirmed evidence why the neck of giraffes evolved the way they did.
We had an unexpected company as soon as we started our hike. The clouds which were forming up since last few hours had decided to let go, as the rains came down to greet us while we moved up the trail. It was not raining very heavily, nor was it too light to be discounted. Kind of perfect setting for a short hike early in the morning.
The streams on the way were also happy to see this new visitor. They cut across our path, singing happily and dancing down the forest. We could see few blue patches in the sky, but the clouds predominantly filled the canvas. They were not too solid, like the ones you see at times – huge boulders of black, throwing tantrums as they sluggishly moved forward. Nor were they too light – like a puff of smoke, at the risk of being blown away at the first sign of an intoxicated breeze. They were like a small hut made of mud, sitting happily in the fields, content to see things as they are.
And to talk about the trees. They were all chirpy and waving handsomely. There were more shades of green across the valley than I could name. The entire setup looked like Nature has maxed up on Saturation. It was a symphony of colors, playing right in front of our eyes. We moved away from the trail and started climbing up the path of a waterfall. Small jet of streams passing by served as a warning – Do not stay on this path for too long, as it was not made for you. We heeded to it, and switched to the human trail shortly.
We were looking down at the trail we came from. The path of the waterfall and the trail cris-crossed all the way to the bottom. It was difficult to make out one from other. And even though, while ascending, we were very sure of which was which, it all seemed to have blurred away into a single entity. They were different, yet they were the same. So were the streams. And the trees and clouds. And us.