Everything happens for a Blog!!!

For an ardent blogger,(be it a casual blogger like me, writing about random everyday happenings, or someone who blogs for a purpose, like Seth Godin, who gives economic-gyan for lesser mortals like us) – life is nothing but a blog waiting to be written.

I have a crazy bus ride, or I take a walk in the rain,or spend New Year’s day in the airport, waiting for a delayed flight- anything happens and the cogs of my brain are working furiously, structuring sentences, with search-engine like crawlers looking up anecdotes and pertinent trivia in remote corners of my brain. The result, most of the time is a blog post. Some other times, laziness wins the battle, and the words are dumped into the vacuum called ‘nothing’.

It’s a good thing, being hooked to blogging- u never get bored!! Your brain’s constantly writing something. Even in the worst of troubles, you are somehow detached, as the words form a cushioning impact. As if you’re seeing stuff that’s happening to you from an outside perspective- kinda philosophical. Funny things are funnier, stupid people crazier, and mundane things interesting.

Hmm.. I wonder if it’ll render me autistic – u kno, inability to react to situations normally – sumthing like that dude in ‘My name is Khan’.. nyways, it’ll be worth the trouble if I start using the money making blogger tool AdSense… Alas, in this case, laziness wins!!!

Bloggers of the world- do you agree with idea put forth in the title of this post??

Stay young!!

I’ve been wondering what was missing from my life. Why was I feeling so listless recently. There was a feeling of lethargy. I had no serious problems, I was happy, I was fine. But there was a vague discomfort.

And today evening, while travelling in a super-crowded bus in the infamous Bangalore traffic, hanging on to a metal rod for dear life, I realized what it was. I was missing being young!!

I’ve been working from home for a long time now. Timely food, limitless sleep, the luxury and comfort of sitting at home, turned me into this creature of comfort. Even the little travel I did take, I made comfort my priority. I grew averse to even a little trouble. And too much of comfort is sickening!! It makes u old. Laziness creeps into your body and soul, and you can never be happy, as you don’t do anything anymore!

Today, after a long time, I resisted. Resisted the urge to do the easy thing. Waited for over 40 mins for a bus, traveled in a super crowded bus, standing halfway through the journey, and halfway sitting on the engine, while people trampled on my feet every 5 mins. And I felt soo young!! I had missed the feeling of being able to tolerate discomfort, missed hanging on to a rod, trying not to lose balance, missed the sudden smile that crept on my face, even in the midst of mayhem, when my favorite song started playing through my ear-phones.

Though my right arm is still sore, I’m thinking of the driver laughing at my attempts to put together a sentence in Kannada; the smile I exchanged with a total stranger standing next to me, when both of us were laughing at a loud-mouth aunty yelling on her phone; and the foul words which came into my head in all 3 languages that I know, whenever someone trampled on my feet. I’m feeling alive!

Bottom line- “kick your comfort zone once in a while, to stay young and be happy”.

The first time..

The first time..

While lazily munching on a burger at McDonalds, I thought about the first time I had a burger. I remember that I absolutely hated the taste. I like them now, though. Actually I had a burger-addiction 3 months back, and I’m still paying for it on the treadmill. Sigh!

This apparently random thought, made me think of other ‘Firsts’.

The First time I was on an aeroplane. It was a decade ago or so, and I remember being super-excited about it. However, the first half an hour was wasted in trying to put on my seat-belt.

The other time was when I played in snow for the first time. It was at Rohtang pass, and it still is one of the best places I’ve visited. It was a fantastic sight, looking at the snow-covered peaks, stepping into the white, white world. Being bundled up against the freezing tempeature, with my breath coming out in wisps of white. But you know what? The snow isn’t as soft as it looks, specially when you fall flat into it, face-first.

I also remember the first time I was at a beach. I was fascinated to see so much water! And that fascination still continues after all these years. The eternal rhythm of the waves – I could go on watching it for hours. Oh how I long to go on a cruise and spend days just floating away on the sea.

A lot of other thoughts came rushing to me, but the best was the incredible feeling of having a crush – the heady rush, the grin that doesn’t leave your face, the hot flush on your face when you look at that special someone. The best part is, this wonderful feeling isn’t restricted to the first crush! 

Rain, auto and an evil grin :D

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I love the question " why haven't u updated your blog lately?"
It is soooo encouraging. Ppl want to hear my thoughts. :)

My blog may have only a few followers, but I'm proud to say they are all loyal supporters. Well except for a particular yawner, but I'm trudging on, refusing to let him deter me.

The monsoons have set in, and it's a wonderful time of the year. Pleasant, lazy and extremely delightful. The earthy smell, the splashing water drops, colorful umbrellas and lots of hot spicy junk food. But I've recently discovered that people on a diet can enjoy the rains too. Just replace the chat with chai, and the samosa with a salad. Throw in a slow song or two, and aaah , heaven!!

Yesterday evening, it also made me feel as smug as a cheshire cat. I was travelling in the city and it started raining heavily. It is good to get drenched, but not while you are stuck in a traffic jam. I was happily seated in an auto and it gave me a few moments of evil pleasure to look at 2 poor souls waiting irritatedly in discomfort while the rain poured down their necks. Ha ha! sometimes sitting in a mud-splattered dirty auto is better than an insanely-expensive sexy looking, red shiny bike.

Call it fate, but at that exact moment, my ipod sang.. " ab ke saawan , aise barse..."

Pingg!

If you’ve spent a good time with someone, and have fond memories of them with you, talking to them can brighten up the darkest of your days....

After a horrendous local-train commute in scorching hot summer, having my toes stepped on by spiked heels of a wretched female, heckled by greedy auto guys, I reached office; and there I encountered a rude ill-mannered colleague. Tears of frustration were brimming in my eyes, when suddenly there was a ‘ping’ , and gmail flashed “Raghunath Sai says..”

My childhood buddy had pinged me just when I needed a friend. And then, for the first time that day, I smiled. As I continued to chat with my buddy-since-one-n-a-half-decade, the world was alright again.

timeless..

A lot of things will change in life.. We will grow apart, we’ll grow old, we’ll die, we’ll fade away..


But these bunch of happy kids in the pic will always be happy. Forever. In the pic.
They’ll all have a hand on their shoulder, reassuring them. They’ll be sitting in that goofy pose pretending to be a train, a train frozen in a mid-second before getting derailed. :P

Celebrating being young and care-free, celebrating the great outdoors, celebrating being together.