How lazy should a lazy Sunday be?
Ah well... Now that I work, I treasure the weekends so much.
Waking up late, skipping breakfast, only to cook a nice meal (today’s special was Yellow Dal and Kadhai Paneer (I made in a Kadhai alright!)), cleaning up home (after the maid finishes her bit), listening to my favourite songs on repeat mode, visiting Ansal Plaza or attending a one year old’s birthday party... Aaahhh, I swear, I couldn’t ask for more from life. Ooops, there’s one thing I would rather do though, spend a Sunday at home in Bangalore. Mommee’s food, watching Sun TV, a bit of shopping, may be a visit to the temple close by, steaming hot cup of nice strong Kaapi, Bangalore weather that can never go wrong... I truly wish I could go home every weekend.
Hold on there... wishes do come true. It did. I was at home 2 weeks ago. Lazy Saturday went by. Slept, got myself a wonderful head massage, close friend visited me to invite me for her wedding, chatted with her family like there was no tomorrow... little did I know what Sunday had in store for me.
It started off differently... I woke up earlier than I normally do on Sundays, around 6.30 am. Rushed through my cup of Kaapi, burnt my tongue in the process, a shower and new clothes later I took off on a driving spree. I don’t own a license mind you. I was asked to be a tour guide. Being the nervous wreck that I am, I showed off Indiranagar 12th Main, CMH Road and Kids Kemp. I tell you, thinking about this, I want to just vanish into thin air. Somewhere down that drive, realizing that I wasn’t the only nervous one there, I gained confidence. Sat in the food court at Garuda Mall, ordered nothing and felt sheepish about occupying a table for no reason. I got back home and distinctly remember saying "Yes" to some question. Ha! And that changed my life forever.
That night was probably my scariest ever. I probably would not have been this scared of injections. I called a hundred people and gave them my news. Some had heart attacks and some were heart broken. But somewhere in my moments of fear, I was happy. I could not stop smiling. My engagement pictures say the same thing. Yes I did want the photographer to stop, but he just wouldn’t listen. At the end of the day, my jaw ached, but the smiles were all my own, not plastic. Of course, the diamonds, Kanjeevarams, jasmines and roses played a big role too.
This is my own fairy tale. And I’m living it.
Yes there’s the moving away, leaving familiar grounds and people behind, job hunting... thinking about all this makes me want to run away in the other direction. But I was promised, that things will be pretty "straight forward", and that I needn’t worry. Well, I won’t. I’ll pray though.
It’s a Sunday today. Am slouching on my couch and am thinking of the choices I need to make in life - between joining a gym and eating eggplant, between recording conversations and blogging, between a maid who’ll clean up my apartment and a fancy TV with DVD player Some choices I make, of my own free will of course. Others? Well, who chooses to eat eggplants anyway? And you think I have the drive to wake up early every morning to hit the gym? It’s 4 in the afternoon, I’m going to catch some sleep now. Shoooo... go away.
Waking up late, skipping breakfast, only to cook a nice meal (today’s special was Yellow Dal and Kadhai Paneer (I made in a Kadhai alright!)), cleaning up home (after the maid finishes her bit), listening to my favourite songs on repeat mode, visiting Ansal Plaza or attending a one year old’s birthday party... Aaahhh, I swear, I couldn’t ask for more from life. Ooops, there’s one thing I would rather do though, spend a Sunday at home in Bangalore. Mommee’s food, watching Sun TV, a bit of shopping, may be a visit to the temple close by, steaming hot cup of nice strong Kaapi, Bangalore weather that can never go wrong... I truly wish I could go home every weekend.
Hold on there... wishes do come true. It did. I was at home 2 weeks ago. Lazy Saturday went by. Slept, got myself a wonderful head massage, close friend visited me to invite me for her wedding, chatted with her family like there was no tomorrow... little did I know what Sunday had in store for me.
It started off differently... I woke up earlier than I normally do on Sundays, around 6.30 am. Rushed through my cup of Kaapi, burnt my tongue in the process, a shower and new clothes later I took off on a driving spree. I don’t own a license mind you. I was asked to be a tour guide. Being the nervous wreck that I am, I showed off Indiranagar 12th Main, CMH Road and Kids Kemp. I tell you, thinking about this, I want to just vanish into thin air. Somewhere down that drive, realizing that I wasn’t the only nervous one there, I gained confidence. Sat in the food court at Garuda Mall, ordered nothing and felt sheepish about occupying a table for no reason. I got back home and distinctly remember saying "Yes" to some question. Ha! And that changed my life forever.
That night was probably my scariest ever. I probably would not have been this scared of injections. I called a hundred people and gave them my news. Some had heart attacks and some were heart broken. But somewhere in my moments of fear, I was happy. I could not stop smiling. My engagement pictures say the same thing. Yes I did want the photographer to stop, but he just wouldn’t listen. At the end of the day, my jaw ached, but the smiles were all my own, not plastic. Of course, the diamonds, Kanjeevarams, jasmines and roses played a big role too.
This is my own fairy tale. And I’m living it.
Yes there’s the moving away, leaving familiar grounds and people behind, job hunting... thinking about all this makes me want to run away in the other direction. But I was promised, that things will be pretty "straight forward", and that I needn’t worry. Well, I won’t. I’ll pray though.
It’s a Sunday today. Am slouching on my couch and am thinking of the choices I need to make in life - between joining a gym and eating eggplant, between recording conversations and blogging, between a maid who’ll clean up my apartment and a fancy TV with DVD player Some choices I make, of my own free will of course. Others? Well, who chooses to eat eggplants anyway? And you think I have the drive to wake up early every morning to hit the gym? It’s 4 in the afternoon, I’m going to catch some sleep now. Shoooo... go away.
posted by DSK at 3:38 AM
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