Down and not Out

Still recovering from the UP election results and I don't know how long it will take me to resign to these inevitable results, because I do know that it is only fair that majority should get the leaders they identify with. I think Bihar kind of spoilt me. But I also am curious to know what people intend to do with 'Congress-mukt Bharat'. How will that utopia be?

My mother is on a high, though. My jealous heart couldn't stand it for long and I finally lashed out at her asking what her party had done for Brahmans and why they all felt it's their victory. I was all eager to wage a full-fledged war of words but she just doused it saying they had done nothing. Anyway, I know what she didn't say; theirs is the only party which can keep 'those people' in their places, show them where they belong. It doesn't matter that our only solace is that and we remain in perpetual mental backwardness.

I watched Lunchbox yesterday. It felt like a highly customized solution to so many people's problems and even for all that, the director had to keep me hanging in the end. What hit me was the way she handled the disappointment, as if she was numb. Envied her very much.

Close Call

I went to the bus-stop looking for an auto, after two Ola cancellations. There was an auto slightly ahead of bus-stop but he wasn't interested in moving. So I just stood next to that auto for a while and waited for something else to come by. It was getting 11:30 already so I was getting restless and moved about towards the other side. Not even a minute and a metal board fell from the footpath to the road, just where I was standing before! Had I been there, it would've definitely injured my head and back. Some luck there.

Speaking to the Gallery

We took Metro to return from IISc. on Saturday. Kids got seats opposite to us and crowd had filled all the space in between. We had hardly settled into the seats when I heard Anu say a bit hesitatingly, "Aayi, ANNa is telling me bad words!". Oh God, what kind of words?? I ignored it, trying not to meet any of the glances my co-passengers shot in my direction. But just after a minute came a loud repetition and with it, Anu herself, navigating the passage with a pout. This time I had to ask her what her brother had said. I could see people around were all-ears now, suppressing their smiles. "He said he would throw me out of the train!". Some people laughed. It was bad of course but I guess not the bad they were expecting. Later an indignant Rishi told me she had tried to kiss him on the cheeks.

Open Mind

IISc. Open Day yesterday. We ventured with a lot of lethargy as usual but enjoyed the stroll within the campus in the end. Too many people for anything else otherwise, even more so in my case because my primary job was to keep Anu occupied. We had fun anyway.

I'm not in the habit of mobile messaging. My exchanges, personally or professionally, are hardly a number. But since yesterday, I have exchanged not less than 20 messages, all on cricket, one of the two things Rajani is crazy about. I wanted to tell her that I don't care about cricket anymore but haven't had the heart to, so far. But this messaging is a risky habit, I know now.

In our building, ours must be the house with the highest number of visitors in a year. We are warm hosts(as is evident from the way our guests feel at home) but sometimes it's tough to feel enthused about it when you had mistakenly envisaged Sunday to be all about taking rest.

Brush of Colour

Life now on should be just counting the tiny sparks of happiness. I mean, given my current state of affairs, it is better for me that way. And by that yardstick, yesterday and today were like blinding fires. :) Yes, I must thank Rajani for it. 

Reading Dalrymple's Kohinoor. Just 10 pages on and I am alternately feeling sad, angry, helpless and jealous. So much more of it yet to come!