Fixations… Do you have one?

Ever since I have been here I tend to see all sorts of fixations people live their life with…!! Not that back in Mumbai people were animal hunting Stone Age homo Neanderthals… but maybe I never observed them then, which I do now…


Once landed on the soils of or maybe I should put sands of Bangalore (I have this huge doubt of where the sand came from when there is no sea in at least 500 kms of its radius…and mid you entire city is sandy…) , I have met varied people with varied fixations … First stands on the list is Miss C( for Canada), no she has never been to Canada, but her supposed would be stays there, who mistreats her, never calls her, but still expects her to be waiting for him till death do us apart types…I don’t know how much of that is true…!! And her fixation is not this guy but any guy that knows her…everybody knows what I mean by this..!!! Her other fixation is wearing clothes 3 sizes smaller to her… lengthwise… breadth wise… and height wise…in all ways possible..!!! And then she asks me… hey it looks awesome na…??? well… Yeaahhh… if you think 😛 … doesn’t the mirror she is looking in answer her???


Mr K&S (for Kannadiga South Indian) is someone I am supposed to obey all the times..!!! His word is our command..!!! His fixation is bashing Bleed blue boy from Mumbai who has many achievements to his credit that number of white strands on Mr K&S ‘s head…. !!! He explains it with saying… that Bleed blue boy always had godfathers to save him… and who helped him with his achievements…and how such godfathers never existed for hot headed bleed blue boy from Delhi who recently got hair transplants done in order to look young to get selected in young national side to be able to play and prove his mettle one last time…!!! I was little surprised with Mr. K&S not standing for someone from south India though… hmmm…


But our beloved Sulekha does that….”North Indian Guy wanted…”, “South Indian guy preferred…”, ok before any dirty minds think what this crazy curler is talking about…its about the  rental ads placed by so called junta(public) on sulekha forums…!! Anyone hailing above the border of Karnataka qualifies as north Indian… and anyone beyond that is south Indian… wow and the dumb me had tough time studying directions in Geography during school times…!!! West and East are used only at global level yaar…western countries & eastern countries…!! Had I known this during my schools…I would have been probably far better at geography…!!! But do I want to be called north Indian… No one asks me really… But I am gonna answer it either ways… That I am a Mumbaikar… and it belongs to western coast of India…I ,not even in my nightmares would like being called Miss D (for the beloved Rajdhani)… Yup that’s my fixation not to be remotely associated with anything that has to do with D..!!!


Then there is Miss J(stands for people who don’t eat onions and garlic ever ) who is North Indian…and who speaks Punjabi-Hindi, not because she is from Punjab but just because it sounds cool to do so in a south Indian city wherein people have common perception abut all north Indians…!! Well she is from UP…!!! A UPaite… a J…. and Punjabi????? Well she has always been with Punjabi speaking friends…for past 2 yrs that should answer you…!! Hmmm… interesting… I wonder how I could never learn anything from my 23 yrs old friendship with one certain Tam-Bram Girl..!! It would have been so nice to flaunt my Tam prowess here in Bangalore… well the dumb me again..!!!

Miss HD (stands for High-flyer Delhi) is on a mission to loose weight… to slim down…and she is pretty determined to do it with eating paneer twice a day daily… eating whatever is left over at home each single night and day … eating oiled and gheeed paratha ever single day … and then doing very difficult yoga movements by standing at one position the way bipasha does in her fitness cd…!! It’s the Bangalore ji… the bloody Bangalore which has made her this way…else she was as light as a flower petal ji…Just wait and watch now… she is on her way to transformation…just give some time ji… and you will see it…!! Now she is someone who has provided me with roof over my head and now I just hope that she doesn’t follow my blog in anyway possible… else I would seriously need help from all my well wishers who wishes well for me by providing me with new roof…


I know I have a huge fixation of observing… judging… concluding… assuming about everything around me…but then that’s ok as far as what my mirror says to me I listen to… as far as I don’t turn racist and create yet another Indian separation of North and South India titled “2012…the real uprising and the real separation”.. as far as I don’t portray myself as someone who I am not…maybe that makes me an opinionated person, if so then maybe I am…and I am happy to live with this fixation of mine…!!!



Am I a Cheapster???

After a long long time, sun shone on me today and it felt super… I felt alive…!! I had never thought that I would make such a European statement someday… but there is always a first time for everything I guess… 

Anyways let’s move on… because neither the sun nor the first time is important here… but a small rickshaw driver is….!!! Passing through the crowded lanes of Koramangala, he drove his rickshaw with lot of elegance, the crinkling sound of the coins in his pocket only adding to the melody…!! 

But as people say all good things come to an end… and so did this thing too.

I gave 100 rupees for my meter which read 69 rupees… and he returns me back 30 rupees saying he has no change… HE HAS NO CHANGE…???!!??? What the hell was that making melodious sound 2 minutes back??? 

In true mumbaiyaa style the rage in me made me to ask him that why are ‘chillars’ (mind the word that I used… chillaaarrr…) making sound in his pocket then…?? He just gave me stare as if what a cheapster statement I am making…!!!

And he just drove away…taking my one rupee with him…!!! 

KA-05 M 5587… Don’t know why I still remember his number plate…. 

Probably people in Bangalore earn way too much money to give away 1,2,3 rupees as tip to rick guys… probably its not his fault that he is used to being tipped by bangaloreans every time… but I am not used to not getting the change amount back from rickshaw fellows… nobody does that in Mumbai…none..!!! 

Maybe I am really a cheapster to fight for 1 rupee each day … but considering that I have stayed in Bangalore for 4 months now.. . wherein I must have travelled by rick at least 50 times and giving away average 1 rupee on each ride, I have just lost out on 50 more rupees to those THIEVES driving around the city fooling people each single day….!!! 

Do they sleep peacefully each night?? Don’t they feel ashamed that they loot people openly…?? They may come from poor backgrounds… but that does not give them visa to loot people and still behave as if it’s their birth right to do so…!!! 

I know I am writing about Bangalore rickshaw fellows again… but they just come up with new antics every time I feel we have made peace with each other…!!!

I am feeling way to good about Mumbai right now… in this moment…!!!                                                                               

Psychotic jealousy….

Just the other day I saw ‘My Best friend’s Wedding’ on HBO and while I was in awe of Julia Roberts acting through it… a line stuck out of it and caught me off guard… ” It’s amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy. “  and I was left in my thoughts after that…. I just couldn’t register the rest of the movie after that…

And today, When I was watching Cocktail… that same psychotic jealousy was there to display on screen too…!!

I mean it might sound cool or melodramatic to know that some one sacrificed for someone else but I feel… being human is not brow raising…!!! If you feel bad for yourself … you seriously do…!! If you feel jealous … mind you… that super horrendous raw feeling of jealousy is not an awesome thing to deal with… and while some might tag such people as bad guys/ gals of society….I feel its just a part of them feeling bad and super horrible inside…!! Believe me … been there done that… have felt that…!!!

I met him through this same psychotic jealousy…. and I had no choice than to tell him that honestly. I empathized with Veronica in Cocktail to only that extent of how pathetic she was feeling inside…how severely broken and helpless at the same time was she..!!! And I think this psychotic jealousy does make you to say it loud that  … “Listen, you might feel it weird or crazy but blah .. blah… blah… is making me super jealous… and its not really cool to feel that way inside…do you have a solution?” 

And I am glad… that  he had…  🙂

*I just let a cat out of my bag... isn't it? ;-) *

Sadist in me…

I have a part of me.. which is sadist… truly… and I see it surfacing each time I walk back from my bus stop to home…

How does it feel…..when you are walking on road… and you just happen to look at a rickshaw…and then the rickshaw driver gives you a curious look and you just plain stare for a second…he stops the rickshaw… and you walk past him… lolzzz… Utter bliss..!!!!

For all those rickshaw fellows who charge me 150 for a ride that costs 60 max… they deserve this…!!!  woohhoo.. 🙂

Getting on with life…

Where new city means freedom, free will and experimenting it also means tension, concern for folks back home and helplessness at not being able to be with the family when it needs you the most….

New city offers its own challenges…!! There is challenge to find a house … challenge to reach home back in time… challenge to keep oneself safe, challenge to adjust to newer surroundings… challenge to adapt to new work… challenge to excel at workplace in less span of time… challenge to prove yourself …. And moreover challenge to stand by your own decision and prove that it was a right one when taken..!!!

There are moments when I feel, that probably I rushed into it… probably I was not cut out for this… probably I would be have been better off at my home… and then, there are changes which are lined up in coming months that tempt me to stick by what I have done… there are things which are looking on the brighter side after a long time and instead of getting overwhelmed by it, I feel the achievement as well deserved..!!!

There are moments when I feel weak, moments when I feel that I can’t take it anymore and then there is that one phone call which sets everything right…!!! Midst these feelings of being wrong and right….lies all my questions and probably all my answers too…!!!

There is one thing which is coming back to me on this note… and that is Paulo Coelho’s Alchemist…!!!  Everything is written… “Maktub…”!!! Waiting to read it…