1.Ever wondered why kolkatans get excited when u tell them u are visiting their city and give u a long list of to dos and to meets. If someone told me they were visiting B’lore I would say “Oh”
2.Ever wondered why on early morning flights the men’s security check line is serpentinish (if there is a word like that) and the women’s well…really short?
3.Ever wondered why the employees at the check in counter continue to talk to each other while the line of customers waiting to be checked in keeps growing
4.Ever wondered why people usurp your window seat without even requesting you for it (Dear Mr Sitting next to me man – sure u have ur elderly mother with u – but decency involves asking me whether it’s ok for her to sit there instead of looking blankly at me while I look confused at my already occupied seat. P.s. I REALLY LIKE MY WINDOW SEAT…hmmph what a way to start a day, a 2.5 hr flight and a work trip)
5.Ever wondered how people can sleep on a flight without having the window to lean their head against (Whine Whine I want my window seat)
6.Ever wondered why people refuse food on an airline – I for one am hungry the minute I enter a flight and am a sucker for airline food!
7.Ever wondered why people feel that the handrest on a plane belongs to them (Helloooo – I gave ur mom my seat remember)
8 Ever wondered how airhostess are so impeccably dressed all the time – no hair out of place, no lipstick smudge, hell not
even a pimple or a blemish
9.Ever wondered why people stand up to alight the flight before even the door opens
10. Ever wondered why any of this is my problem – other than my window seat of course *#*%&*$&($&%($&
When i heard about the Pune blasts i was in the middle of a holiday and my response was “Oh Ok..’. I didn’t seem interested coz ten lives didn’t seem like a big deal! Once i was back in Mumbai and back to the grind which includes reading papers…only then did i realize that 10 people – most of them were between the age of 18-25 years.were working in private companies, were teenagers in “good” colleges. I read what their friends had to say about their deaths. I have to admit i shed tears when i went thru the Facebook profile of the best friends of one of the girls who died…i can’t bear to imagine what that girl is going thru or the parents of the siblings who passed away.
So how did something i didn’t bother to find out more about earlier actually start seeming so unfair, so sad…i realized it was because it hit home. I could have been one of them – not agewise but yes i could have been sitting at the popular hangout or it could have been some one dear to me. 26/11 hit home coz it could have been me at one of those restaurants or The “Tall One” whose office is very close to Oberoi could have been stranded in his office like his boss whose wife was frantic with worry when he did decide to come home early in the morning because no one knew how many terrorists were still lurking around.
How come the malegaon blasts didn’t affect me – 40 people died – 4 times more than that in the Pune blasts. how come the recent maoist attack in midnapur not affect me? And it’s not just me…the media covered in detail the lives of the teenagers who had passed away. A side note seemed to mention the auto rickshaw person who also lost his life.
Does death only seem unfair, sad, scary when it could have been u? Are the lives of people who are not like u…not important?
So The Tall One and the Nut were in Goa for 4 days- and boy is that a fun place! These are my findings in Goa: (p.s. it was my birthday on the 14th)
1. The nut who becomes week in the knees at the sight of chocolate – she actually gave up on the chocolate cakes and gorged on cheese cakes…Yumm yummm mister cheese cake…(drool drool)
2. The nut is growing up – she who usually waits for her birthday and drives the Tall One crazy about gifts and the pressure of organizing a perfect birthday voluntarily told the Tall One that Goa was her birthday gift. There was no birthday plan – just chill out plan! Yes of course the Tall One had to be a slave nice to her – there was to be no criticism, no requests made, just a constant reiteration of the beauty and the goodness of the Nut.
3. Now the Nut is very famous for how quickly and how well she tans. If she so much as smiles at the sun – she tans…Grrrr! So the Nut lives in fear of Goa – where the last time she visited her hair and her face converged and she was the butt of a lot of roasted/burnt Nut jokes. So this time the Nut used SPF 50 like it was a part of her clothing and on her way back from the beach bought curd and had a bath with it…it worked! She tanned into a nice golden colour…Ha! ..Sun this one is for u…! So on the last day there was to be no beach visit – just a visit to Aguada fort – so no curd required. End of Day Nut is back in Bombay and her hair and face are the same colour. Learning: You can’t win with the Sun!
4. Punjabis are the most enthusiastic people – but can only dance to Bhangra and Sing is King variety songs (pls forgive me punjus) …so the rest of India who comes to Goan Shacks with the hope of hearing good english music and goan songs need to listen to “bhangra” on V-day to allow energy levels to sustain. The DJ was smart and started off on Bhangra, allowed them to get fully engrossed in the dancing music and then shifted to Goan music and romantic ballads – so they just continued to dance…Learning: DJ’s are smart, No one can match Punjabi enthusiasm and i love Goan Music.
5. The Nut is a chicken and didn’t sing at the karaoke though she really wanted to …How stupid of her!
6. You don’t need a plan- saying no to the millions of offers for tattoos, water sports, boat rides etc is not wrong and not wanting to do anything but bask in the sun at one of Goa’s beaches is not a waste of a holiday – it’s probably a sign of an aging nut and Tall one…
P.s. no learning from this – but i am totally envious of the hippies in Goa…and am still trying to evolve in my head the full story of the Hippie girl from France who comes to the Friday and Saturday night bazaar’s in Goa to sell THE MOST DELICIOUS chocolate…She came from France to India 8 years ago and has been staying in Goa (Anjuna of course) for 2 years. I don’t know more about her but am totally fascinated with the hippies in Goa…must try and find out more…any one know of any books/reading material on this?
Hello world – I am a “lurker”. I have lurked around blogs for maybe 5 years now. I am silent, I never comment but I do shed a tear – sometimes a happy tear at a “Happy Birthday Baby – u are 1 now” and sometimes a sad tear at a personal loss, sometimes I feel that its my life being played out on another blog, at times i am envious of experiences, at times I am relieved that it isn’t my story to tell.
I think that having a blog makes one “feel” life more. The “pressure” of blogging makes u aware of the “touch ur heart moments/feelings” and writing it down is akin to an external memory device. Blogging helps you to acknowledge your priorities, fears and aspirations. And I think most of all i want to blog because i am envious of the non judgemental friends/comments it offers you.
But I am scared too – of acknowledging all that I think I should, I am scared that my writing may be too boring, am wary that I might use incorrect grammar, am scared that I may not be honest and committed to my blog.
But in direct translation from Hindi – “what goes of my father” to try it out. So here is the story of the Nut – happily married to the Tall One, current status of no kids, ,hot-shot career woman (Ha!), living in Mumbai, wondering what is going to happen of this blog.
And why dropzofjupiter – well i like the song…i think it has character, though to be honest i dont really get the meaning of the song…and ummmm all the other names are taken….sniff sniff…and i know very soon i am going to think up a name i like more and have to live with this name….sniff…but that’s just how it is with the Nut!