Detachments as I put it

Coming home is like retiring.I mean a detachment from everything that usually surrounds my normal life.An attempt to flee while knowing all the time that you are to be rooted where you are.Me, The Kite!

This homecoming was no different.The occasion being Onam, the most important and celebrated festival of Kerala.Onam to me is all about eating lots and eating well.A welcome change from the aloos,rajmas,paneers,pizzas,finger chips and office cafeterias.Well, office cafeteria. One of them gives gulab jamun.My fav.Thats just about it.Haan , nothing else is worth mentioning.On reaching Kochi, everything from the tea at the thattukada, to the prasadam from the temple tastes heavenly.Yeah, heavenly.Heck, I even liked the tea I made myself, at home.Must be the God's own touch.God knows am not a fan of mine!So much so that my digestive system is working overtime and given me a guilt.I return to my pathetic diet in two days, and to the goddamn forks, spoons and table manners!Haan..This is what happens when half-baked social animals are put into the society.

Talking of detachments, I was on cloud nine when I opened my official mail the other day and saw a list of issues raised by the customer.The very thought that the issues looked ugly and I was not going to have to handle any of them until my small stint at detachment was over made me feel good.I happily marked all of them as unread and closed my inbox.Another mail did make me sad.Someone I adore (read as hate from the bottom of heart) had celebrated his bday.I wished I had been there as well when they lifted him parallel to the earth and gave him his bday bumps.

Now that am returning soon enough to attach myself again to whatever detachments I have made,its time I comforted myself.You see, its not so bad after all.All you have to do is a small term memory loss of the detachments you made, until its time for the next.Well..man comforts, God consoles.Amen!

Braving the BMTCs

Its been quite a long time since I blogged.Change of workplace curbed my oppurtunities.This one is closer to my home, just about 3 kms.Well, the closeness ends right there.With multiple signals on the way I have imagined multiple raised to 'n' times the feasiblity of a helipad in this building.

God,I dont like auto drivers here.They are ambitious, hence cunning.It is a routine.I go up and ask one of those guys parked outside my apartment."Sir Monotype hogatha?."Hogalla madam".Pat comes the reply.Distances within the minimum charge limits do not interest them.But ever ready for distances which burn your pockets.After the minimum charge the meter starts working inexhaustibly, and so does the passenger's heart.But I do not break the routine.Its like I need it for the day to begin well.Talking of beginning well, I do.In the past few months my kannada improved.When you listen to the same set of expletives in the bus everyday, it will ultimately.In the mornings people shove you around the packed bus.You have no time to get hold of the handles hanging from the support bar.The lady in front throws dirty glances at you for having kicked her legs or back.You in turn throw the same look at the person behind you for having kicked you forward.

Finally when Monotype arrives, Iam exhausted, bruised and in need of bath and sleep all over again.Well, eh, maybe I exaggerated that a little.

Come evening and Am ready for the struggles again.A software professional coming out of a cool office is an auto driver's easy target.They crowd around you wanting to know were you want to go.But man, now is my time.I give them my sarcastic smile and shake my head in 'NO' knowing very well all the time that they would do the same if they knew the place I wanted to go!So why not?Enjoy the effect now.Probably they'l imagine a cool hunk or company vehicle picking this girl up to leave her at her home, or to a party.Not for long, as I wait in front of them in the bus stop for the next packed bus to come along and dumb me at my place.Dead or alive.

How weird can things get

His face was one of peaceful repose.I would have loved to punch him right in the nose just to see if it registered any significant changes in expression.But I knew it would not be worth one red cent.All he would have done would be to look up nonplussed as if I had suggested he darn his socks.For no fault of his,I dreaded seeing his face as I authenticated myself into my bay.The song on my lips and skip in my feet are lost.It irritated me to find someone who seemed so detached from everything.Or maybe it was the face.Pink and pregnant with calmness.Weirdo!

I did wonder why, an as harmless a face as his could give me a run for the noradrenaline .Perhaps it was my own insecurities.Or it was time I read archives on the fundamentals of non verbal behavior. I seat myself am irritated at the very fact that I was irritated over nothing.And the point was it could not be escaped.He seemed to be tied to his chair.Last Satarday as I entered my bay cursing my luck at having been woken up from a siesta I could not believe my luck yet again.The subject of my distress was in his position.Nothing had changed since I left my bay on friday night.

Today as my boots clicked against the tiles he raised an eye, lazily to see the villian with the tap.Signs of life! Whoa..That was a major breakthrough.Now this makes me feel good.Without reason again.So to sum it up, I have been irritated in the first place....Been put off by his stillness...Enjoyed breaking his trance...before I begin to think am weirder and lose my peace over it, and start writing about myself, I'd rather sign off!