back to the grind!

it's been such a horribly long time that I wrote last. So there's a bit of an inertia to write, but I put some discipline and writing. Actually it might not be entirely because of inertia, it also is because of the deluge of things that I've gone through in the past 2 weeks. They have been a roller coaster really. There have been brilliant counterpointing examples. So we went for rurals and immediately after that we got to see utter and overarching urbanity happening in a different part of the country. There was a lot of work and immediately after that a complete lack of it. Early sleeping and then really late sleeping. Worked up mornings and late, lazy but great fun mornings. Actually this contrast was presented to me by villages near Bikaner, Rajasthan and Bombay respectively. Funny that this happened one after the other, so that the difference was more stark and complete.

Both made me long a little bit for the charms of the other, while keeping the charms of that place going. While there was a fresh, slightly wet smell of sand in Rajasthan, there was a definite stench in all of Mumbai. There was enough road on the roads of Rajasthan, while there was very little of it in Mumbai. Cultural pursuits are also of very different nature. Rajasthan really celebrates in its own colourful style but Mumbai celebrates everything, even Rajasthan sometimes. So it's the range and cosmopolitanness of Mumbai that really pleases my heart. So it's got jazz and rock and classical and theater and eating out and amusement parks and shopping and dancing and others.

So ya, also they were different experiences not only because of the places, but also because of the people I met there. I finally met Zoo and Minkie. I am their fan. It's not something that I can possibly write about. It'll be like giving away too much of myself. But ya, I had the most brilliant time ever. Zoo bakes some of the most amazing cakes ever, with lots of unsalted butter, dark chocolate and cream. Minkie makes the most amazing omellettes, and taught me how to make them. They both are very very adept in the kitchen. In Mumbai, we travelled in the local to go to the town, and it was a vastly different experience from the metros in Delhi. There are no warnings saying 'walking on the metro track or defacing metro property is a punishable offence'.
Forget that, there's no warning to even stay away from the doors, from which falling is so easy. So ya, town was fun, the Gateway of India was too, Cafe Leopold was too, walk on the Colaba Cossway was too, shopping at CCIL was too and ofcourse just walking with a certain someone was brilliant.

We had food at the most amazing places with Zoo and like experimental people had a little of Thai and Italian and Indian and Punjabi, in different restaurants. Mumbai is a good place to eat, only it is so bally spread. The travelling can be pretty exhausting. So can be just looking for autos. But even staying at Zoo's place was quite brilliant. One could just lie on bed and get up but not from the bed, and then wait, skip lunches and breakfasts and morning ablusions and only get out for dinner maybe. But in the past, laziness has irritated me. This did not quite. I was loving every moment. I think it was also partly because I knew this was going to get over and partly because I'd waited for it.

One day, we also went to a really really funny house party. It was a birthday party of a friend's friend's friend's friend. And I may have missed a few in between :) So that was good fun and we
walked in the quiet of the night, laughing hysterically. We refused and then accepted. And totally cavorted and made merry. A car also stopped by us and told 'we looked brilliant, mashallah!', one of the more overwhelming things I've heard. And we danced and danced to many different tunes, with many not-so-known faces but some were just too known and too brilliant to miss. So we danced, going round and round and learning some nice surprises. And then I think I slept from the tiredness and felicity of it all.
Anyway, no one will know what it was like because I dont think I'm using the most appropriate words to describe what I felt. Anyhow, that's how it is. So when I left, I felt the clock ticking again. Time and clock, which had been forgotten in the last few days, had to be paid attention to again. I came back, sleeping soundly in the train only to find that I was more unlucky with my classes than I could imagine myself to be. So my classes got cancelled and so I had some time to myself today, which i spent in thinking and thinking and missing and thinking. But such times must happen again, only it was the perfect combination that made the whole so brilliant. So in the future, while I will still find some elements, some people and circumstances, that perfect whole may not be. But I will still try to make it happen.

So ya that's the thing about times that make them so longed for because they are these canvasses of some favourite places, some favourite people and some favourite food and some favourite fragrances and favourite music and other favourite things that fit together to make a paradigm worth remembering and remembering and talking about to everyone.

So ya, that's that, I will add some pictures, but I'll still keep loving words. They are my favourite. They probably allow more exaggeration, more puns, more possibilities of explaining things till there and just to that point, nothing more, nothing less and I think they inspire more pictures in the mind. So I'm done I think.

Later