The day after the Cauvery verdict was issued is probably the happiest day of my (travel) life. It took just five minutes (that’s right, a jaw-dropping five minutes) to cross Tin factory. Empty roads and zero traffic. How.utterly.cool is that! What I wouldn’t give to have such traffic-free commute to work every day!
It was Misbah’s birthday last month so she’d got home-made mutton and shahee tukde. I’ve never had anything quite like it. Needless to say, the food vanished in the blink of an eye. Here’s to many more such feasts!
I hadn’t seen Kavya in a very long time so I dropped by her place two Saturdays ago. Heck, it’s already been two weeks? Time sure flies at jet speed. We spoke for a long time and parted ways with the promise of meeting again soon.
The past couple of weeks have been very exhausting. You know, those days when all you want is to dig a deep hole and bury yourself in it? When the uncertainty of your future gets to you? When you’re just floating around like a speck of dust with no clue where you’re headed? All poetic musings aside, I really was in a pretty bad condition. So I picked up my phone and dialled Gaja’s number. My go-to person in times of distress. I wasn’t disappointed. She very calmly told me about the Quicksand Theory. ‘You’re currently stuck in quicksand and it appears like there’s no way out. So you do what any normal person would do – struggle. You kick the sand under your feet, flail your arms wildly, all in an effort to get out, but it is of no use. The sand is nothing but your troubles. The more you struggle the more your troubles pull you down. Did you know it’s scientifically proven that you can actually get out of quicksand? Just calm down and say hey, here’s a problem let me try and solve it. Relax, think with a clear head and start moving horizontally with respect to the sand <scientific jargons galore> and you’ll soon come out of it.’ Woah! Who knew a chat about sand (of all things) could make me feel better? Hung up feeling light-hearted and happy.
Too much philosophy for one post? Leaving you with Anjali’s epic jest of the millennium: “When life gives you mangoes, just eat them. Don’t count the number of seeds in them.”