It’s a nice feeling when one of the (only?) readers of your blog emails you inquiring why there haven’t been posts lately. Thankyou Hun :D
It’s gross the way people use their new found freedom to do shit they were never allowed to do. I feel bad and disgusted at the same time. Also, being in a completely new (not to mention Unsafe) place freaks me out. Mumbai by that standards is liberating. Stay out as late as you want and you’ll get back home safely. But Pune is a different story. To begin with, the place is oblivious to Thomas Alva Edison’s ground breaking innovation of the bulb that is modified to street lights. While the dark, ghastly streets may provide solace to people who need that kind of solace, people who need to return back to hostel on time and are strangers to the place need those photons to light up their way even if not like the flood lights that marr holywood frames. So when I’m forced to stay more than I’m comfortable in a place far away from the hostel I tend to get cranky and uncomfortable. Throw that with ounces of rain, thunder, lighting and very (VERY) unreasonable people and i’m in my worst behavior. And people are fucking dumb you know at times when you don’t need them to be dumb. They’ll do shit that could have been avoided. Also, what I don’t get is WHY would you not try to put someone so uncomfortable at ease by giving them some fucking leeway? Anyway, I hate such pretentious human beings.
Anywho, next came Maadhyam. My college fest. Nice and sweet. Best part was the way people (specially this friend of mine) were sucking up to the seniors to “ensure their place in the fest the next year” (I quote & I kid you not!). I mean I swear they would lick their poop if their Team Heads would tell them to. (And I paraphrase one of the seniors).
Mum’s in hospital. I’m with her. College breaks for diwali on Monday but I wanted to be with her. Little sister’s been going through incesstant stress what with taking care of mum and her IIT studies. So i’m assuming the role of the smoother over (if there exists such a word). First semester exams commence soon. Plus assignments *rolls eyes*.
Hospitals. The place I always wanted to be, waving my magic wand and healing people. I still feel that Symbiosis is not the place for me. But yes, we shall try yes?
I love how positively vibed hospitals are! Every nook and cranny is filled with lips muttering a silent prayer for their beloved ones. Every word that is spoken by the patient’s relatives is to summon divinity. There are people that rage a constant war against Death and his friends.
There are people that befriend Death and put an end to their long suffering. This hospital reeks of life and death, all at the same time. Of people and souls going away and others stepping into the world and the portals of this hospital.
There are people in recovery rooms who rush to tell their last stories to their grandchildren, handing down the legacy before they leave this world. There are nurses who keep updating the charts with the vitals. There are people who run away from these places in denial of their beloved’s death. And then there are people like me who look up into the humid Mumbai night sky and join those many others with a silent prayer on the lips as we take put and place a large part of faith into the hands of the one who rocks the cradle.