Wednesday, June 9, 2010
One good thing about monsoon - its Grey.
Its dark and furious and different shades of Grey. Just like how my life has turned out. Pretty weird. If you consider the loss of one's purity after viewing "Bandit Queen" weird. Or earning one's daily bread out of picking out matching earrings for middle aged actors applying a hundred or so layers of make-up on their wrinkled cheeks and thereabouts. Or having pet pigeons named "Jeffery" and "Archer" who live and coo right outside one's window.
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What I took from the post-
It is raining in Mumbai. I miss Mumbai. Mumbai during rains is soooo pretty. And slippery. And wonderful.
If life is grey, wallow in it :) Make it out to be a tragedy, milk it for all its worth, pretend there is background music. It works :)
Someday a real rain will come and wash away all the scum off the streets-Taxi Driver.
Pardon me for lack of originality:P
But you got a bag full of nail polishes as bonus how many people can say that?
Things have changed quite a bit since the last time I was here.
I wish I was a kid again. I miss the time when my biggest worry in life was a linear equation in one variable. I miss the clear sense of right and wrong that came with falling asleep in Moral Science class. Most of all, I miss the complete metaphysical certitude that everything was possible.
But that was then. Now, it's called a quarter life crisis. Things make progressively less sense and the dark whisperings of the Sith become more alluring. But fear nary, fair maiden. All you have to do is be a child again.
P.s. I called mine the 1/5th life crisis. I wasn't very comfortable with the idea of living till only 80.
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