Friday, May 18, 2012

I Hate Nightmares

Have I told you before? I hate nightmares.

Your heart trembles after a nightmare and you have no way to stop it from trembling. You can forget thesleep you were planning to get. Wonder whats the root cause of these bad dreams.

They creep up from somewhere behind a dark corner of your mind. Find you just when you are weak and vulnerable. And pounce on you. Attack you again and again till you wake up screaming or crying or both.

It sometimes feels like they are an extension, a part 2 of a dream you were having in a nap you had short while ago. But that was sweet, and this one...gruesome.

Then it takes hours and sometimes days to forget them. To forget the wailing you heard. To forget the voices that spoke. To forget the words that were spoken.

I dont care about my dreams, they just come and go. Sometimes make me smile and At other times, I dont even remember them.

But, I hate nightmares.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

The Move

Two simple words. But they were enough to make me quit my much loved job, pack my bags, give our house on rent, see our beloved Maruti 800 being driven off by someone else and bid that tough goodbye to family and friends.

And twenty three hours later, just like that, you are in a different country.

Where the roads are awesome, cars are gorgeous, people are warm and friendly and homes that have induction stoves.

Day one. I boiled the milk and simply turned the stove off. The milk was supposed to boil and go back down in the same vessel. But no. That damed thing overflowed all over the stove, got burnt, ruined the platform. While our friend came rushing in used up half a tissue roll to clean the mess I made. You know?

So..lesson? Dont enter the kitchen unless there is a damage control mechanism around you. And please ensure that the mechanism is a human who can clean. And clean well huh.

I try to fall asleep. Wake up at 3am. Call mom. Speak to her till 5.3am. Tell her its daybreak and I need to put rangoli on the door. She suddenly exclaims "oh no!! I forgot to pack rangoli powder for you". #rofl

Day 2 onwards, I have my beloved aunt , who watches over me while I cook in the kitchen. Skype with jai is the name of the show, to bolo, Skype ki jai !!!

Day 3, rave and rant to everyone you meet over the 23 bloody % of cholestrol in yogurt.

So far, so funny and cute.

:D

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Special Rendezvous

So, there are ordinary mundane days and there are blessed magical days. Today was one. I am trembling as I write this. My eyes are blurry and there is only one voice that is ringing in my ears.

Dr.Bombay Jayashri.

What. A. Woman.

I have always been madly in love with her voice for years now. But today, I fell in love with the person. Her warmth, her ways, her subtle smiles, her corner-of-the-eye looks. Big thanks to M, for taking me along for the concert today, taking Balaji and me inside the green room. M had already spoken to her about Balaji and me and our "kanden seethayai" request.

She smiles so sweetly and autographed our 'Voices Within' book saying, I will sign next to my name, whenever you meet Krishna, ask him to sign on the other side :) :)

Truely stirring moment when she sang our request for us. I had tears rolling down my eyes while Balaji held my hand with a wide smile :) A dream that we nurtured for 3 years came true today. I am still trembling as I type.

We waited to thank her near the green room. I must have thanked her 5 times, she smiles and says, "anytime" while I thought to myself, "yeah right. 3 years". :)

Loads of people just mobbed her for pics and autographs. I felt bad for her as she was clearly squirrming in front of the cameras :(

Someone gave her a bouquet, and just before leaving, she gives me the flowers and tells Balaji, "continue to be together like this forever". I still cannot wipe that grin off my face.

This is what God does to you. Gives you surprises. Shows you that you are special to him. Tells you there are many reasons to smile. This is what unconditional love feels like.

Just like what I have for my Bombay Jayashri.