Notes From Early Mornings

>> Friday, April 25, 2008

After having harried me since time immemorial to stop making her feel as if she gave birth to a blob, my mother has finally succeeded in making me agree to early morning walks. This fact should do no credit to her, since the only reason I do go for walks is that I do not feel like Mathematics after 5 a.m. in the morning and I never can go to sleep until the rest of the world sharing my timezone has awoken and arisen.

Morning walks, though a rage among most health advisers, is an extremely lonely undertaking. A person resorts to it only after he is past his first, second and sometimes third youth. And they all seem to severely disapprove if a person boasting of less mature years, wisdom and looks invades their territory. An ensemble of eyebrows raise themselves to frown upon walking attire, headbanging ( Any sort of rock is a thing of awful beauty during early hours, specially when accompanied by chirping birds, against whom I have a special dislike) and random trippings along any sort of uneven roads, stones, rocks and invisible barriers. Icy looks are all a part of the thinning process in this part of the world.

Morning walks are also devoid of any sort of guys. I do not even ask for cute. But anyone who is remotely dateable seem to while away their entire mornings sleeping, unmindful of the fact that their probable soulmate is taking headbanging morning walks along one of the most beautiful and romantic settings possible, happily wondering what is for breakfast.

The best thing about early mornings are yellow flowers. They are present everywhere. They dot most trees, they lay strewn about on every path and you often end up sweeping them away from the bathroom floor after the mandatory shower. They freshen up the warmest of mornings and brighten the dreariest of streets. Not that streets look dreary. An young sun, dew bathed roads, a dimmed moon somewhere out there in the skies, and sometimes, while changing music in the player, the drunken calm of day create a vivid, joyous, exhilarating world, challenged, perhaps, only by the magic of midnights.

There is also the joys of the inebriate's walk, as I have named it. All it involves is finding the oddest and the narrowest of by lanes, and taking random turns whenever possible, making the way home more circuitous, more adventurous and more beautiful. The prettiest of homes, the oddest of colours, the brightest of gardens, all seem to be tucked away in hidden corners, unseen by people who come looking for them, awaiting to surprise walkers in search of a reason to keep on walking, and desired by the very people who plan to move to Antartica given a chance (Onnesha, take a bow).

The bare truth is, I have fallen in love with these walks of mine. They do not harrow my soul any more. They do not seem to do my blobness any good, but they soothe the frayed nerves of mine after an intense mathematical session. My soul is a walker's soul now, and I will never be able to find delight in the joys of driving. Then again, a walker never killed a stag. Walkers just remain walkers at bay.

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BTW

>> Saturday, April 19, 2008

If you are into soaps and other stuff which involves lots of babies and lots of marriages between the same people, please take a look at what is going on at coffee stain's comment section. Any queries regarding the plotline can be answered at any of the blogs of the people involved in it.

If you consider yourself to be above sublime tales of marriages and babies, skip over to the previous post or please visit again for the elusive update.

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The Last of the Tags

>> Friday, April 11, 2008

I promise this to be the last tag for a long, long time. After this post, it is all going to be erudite, verbose, introspective writings on my views. But first, let us go on with the present. Macadamia the nut has tagged me and thus is born another post. Though this looks less of a tag and more like a guide for a prospective boyfriend.


1. LAST MOVIE YOU SAW IN A THEATER:

Taare Zameen Par.

I am more into pirated stuff and no good movies are out yet.

2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?

Gun seller by Hugh Laurie

3. FAVORITE BOARD GAME?

Monopoly.

Practically obsessed about it. I play it on my cellphone, bully my friends into playing it, throw monopoly parties and form monopoly study groups.

This has nothing to do with Economics.

4. FAVORITE MAGAZINE?

My mum made me try The Economist and Competition Success. Did not last a month. Reader's Digest comes close I guess.

5. FAVORITE SMELLS?

Rain drenched earth.
Cakes being baked.
The stuffy smell of my room when I return to it after a long, long time.


6. FAVORITE SOUNDS?

The sound of my ipod in my ears.
The sound of a car speeding by and I realize it just missed killing me.
The sound of my phone ringing and it turning out not be the Airtel customer care people.

7. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD?

Waking up.
Realizing the argument just turned serious.
My HoD mentioning abysmal attendances and looking at me reproachfully.

8. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE?

Another day. More aging. I am so not getting any younger.


9. FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE
?

The vada pao place at Exide. Also, for coffee, Caffeine.


10. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME?

Poltu and Potla.

(Dear future husband, if you are reading this, darling, we can have two more kids and you can name them according to your choice. Please do not take Poltu and Potla away from me).


11. FINISH THIS STATEMENT. "IF I HAD A LOT OF MONEY I'D...?

Spend it. Buy shoes.


12. DO YOU DRIVE FAST?

Do not drive at all. My drivers can drive fast however. Driving fast is wonderful.

13. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?

No. Books have taken over my bed and I usually end up sleeping on the floor. A stuffed animal would not last in such an atmosphere.


14. STORMS-COOL OR SCARY?

Lovely for walks. Rains, thunder, gales- oh cool it definitely is.


15. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?

Was more of a barbie person. Used to own 13 of them. Parents were more of the gender specific toy buyers. No cars thus.

16. FAVORITE DRINK?

Anything but apple juice.

17. FINISH THIS STATEMENT, "IF I HAD THE TIME I WOULD

know the question is talking about my current lifestyle.


18. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS ON BROCCOLI?

Broccolis look evil. Would not dare to.


19. IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR, WHAT WOULD BE YOUR CHOICE?

I love my hair colour. It is what I would have wanted it to be if it had not been it. I would just dye it back to the original colour if it starts greying.

20. NAME ALL THE DIFFERENT CITIES/TOWNS YOU HAVE LIVED IN.

Bangalore, Gwalior, Bongaigaon, Kolkata.

Only the west remains to be conquered.


21. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?

Desperate housewives.

(What? You do not call what goes on there a sport?)


22. ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU.

She handled this tag better than I did.


23. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?

The boogey man.


24. WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE BORN AS YOURSELF AGAIN?

Sure. But with smaller feet please.


25. MORNING PERSON, OR NIGHT OWL?

Night owl. I am typing this at 3 30 in the morning.


26. OVER EASY, OR SUNNY SIDE UP?

Never talk to people if I can avoid it. So no idea.


27. FAVORITE PLACE
TO RELAX?

My bedroom floor.

28. FAVORITE PIE?

Lemon.


29. FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?

Dark chocolate.


30. OF ALL THE PEOPLE YOU TAGGED THIS TO, WHO'S MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND FIRST?

No one. Everyone seems to be on a hibernation.


I tag everyone as usual. If you like this tag well enough, please take it up.

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