Friday

Golden raindrops
Pink Halters
Wrap Around skirts
Fridays bring a lot of randomness in my life
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I wanted to watch Closer.
It's an odd word isn't it?
It can say 'I once was a stranger'
It can say 'I was once ur friend'
It can say a lot of things that don't relate to relationships at all.
My Wordweb says it's a person who closes doors!
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I've always wondered bout this
How do ppl have sex in a saree?
Is it absolutely necessary to remove the entire garment?
Other than the Draupadi thing there's the scene in Namesake which makes me wonder.
It's been ages since I wrote my last I wonder post. Sigh!
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Coming back

Tears are falling from my tired, sleepy eyes. The faint smell of food beckons. But I know i need to finish this before it's too late.
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Most of the time, it's not the places you miss, it's the people. Today I missed Joyce, I missed Naik. I made a new friend and caught up with some old ones. It was fun hopping from huddle to huddle getting to know them all again. Nothing much has changed. The same people are in charge. The fun ppl dare to dress weird. The weird ppl dare to have fun. And thru all the sparkling bluebells and smokey mountains, our childlike spirits shone thru.
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Some reunions are disappointing cos no one shows up.
This wasn't like that.
Some reunions are boring cos it's the same old people.
This was not like that.
Some reunions are fun cos it's been so long.
This was like that.
5 years!!
It feels like yesterday we all wore sarees for the very first time.
It feels like yesterday that we said goodbye to that faithful stone building.
All of us have grown up, none of us have grown old.
Vini still flauts her messy curly hair.
Nothing ever changes.
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It feels like the world has come to a standstill and it's waiting for you to catch up and then it will start spinning again. Let this pause remain like a time capsule unopened. I'll keep coming back to it in the Tulip room, in the stone chapel, in keepsake boxes and facebook albums.
Time to unload and upload.
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Going

Life feels like the end of an episode of 'America's next top model' where the girl who was eliminated vanishes from this glamourous picture of models in bikinis. The show's called 'Parnika's old best friends' and slowly all the ones that deserve to stay in the show fade away.
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Gone going, gone, everyone gone...give a damn...gone be the birds when they don't want to sing..gone people all awkward with their things...gone..
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Next Sunday

I get time for you only on Sundays. I was with a best friend and we did have burgers. But it wasn't as nice as last Sunday. Not that I'm comparing of course.
Just breathe there's nowhere else tonight. I kept wishing he'd show A memory.
Left with a lonely view of life. You've got me wrapped around you. Sweetly lost in you.
I don't belong here
Hello
Hello
An albino!
Always will
Entertain us!
Yay!
I'll be waiting
Common and break the door down
I'm ready
I'm ready
Floating upon the surface
the birds

A lonely view

It was an innocent question
"Do you believe in love at first sight?"
"Not if someone is looking at ME!" came the immediate response.
She bit her lip pensively.
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'How do you feel?'
That is the question
'Not today
I don't feel today'
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I miss my hair in my face
I miss falling in grace

I miss home sweet home
I miss not being alone

I miss the way you knew what I was humming
I miss my midnight bath with hot water running

I miss loving you the way i did
Telling you your fears were valid

I miss dancing on the terrace
Burgers with too much lettuce

Creampuffs in the middle of the afternoon
Tell me, just tell me you'll be back soon.

Until then I'll miss you
I'll miss me and I'll miss you.
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Sunday

At the close of a relaxing weekend, there’s nothing better than sitting for hours and letting your wonderings wander. So she lay there thinking of KFC and her last chocolate chip cookie. It took two beanbags to get just that comfortable. She watched the sky turn from light blue to dark grey. It had been 2 hours since the lights had gone out leaving her in this blissful quiet. The spider dangling from the window sill had either completed his web or abandoned it.

Her web of thought drifted from back benchers in college to the swivelly chairs at work. She smiled at her variety of nicknames. She was always the smiley, quiet type at first. It took a few weeks to get to know the real Parnika. She’d open up to the most unlikely people and most of the time she’d end up having the best of friends. This had always been her greatest strength.

Her smile broadened as she remembered the many sleepovers, bus rides and lunch breaks she had shared with these absolute nutcases. She had fallen in love with the girl she was around these people. Each group prompted a different side to emerge and she knew she wasn’t the only one who enjoyed this multiplicity of character. She started to wonder what the new Parnika would be like. A working woman with…the lights flashed back on, almost blinding her. Her line of thought interrupted. Now, she started to wonder about the 9 o clock movie, the microwave dinner and the wet towel on her bed. Sigh!

The dream

Open your eyes was playing

We were in the JPEng class.

He was holding me and singing it into my ear. I was singing along in bits, bits wear I wasn’t breaking down.

‘This is not my funeral song anymore.’

I was trying to get back home. It was late. I was waiting for a bus at check post. He passed me without looking. Even when I called his name, he didn’t turn around. He was bald. He got into the bus and left.

I see a Reva with Aachal, Osho and someone else, probably Madhu in it. I think of asking for a lift. Before I do, I’m in the car. I apologise for being so forward. I’m ignored. They’re discussing costumes for Mary and Joseph. ‘Why would Mary wear a sari?’, I wonder.

I’m on some sort of trolley: a four wheeled device with a silver handle; a boy in front of me, ‘riding’ the thing, me at the back holding on. We tumble down rocks at a great speed. This is scary. We pass a temple and lose the trolley.

I enter a strange dark house. A little fellow is frying something. I sit on the couch. When it’s time to eat, I get up and wash my hands. On the way to the sink I step in a bowl of kheer. I immerse my hands in a bowl of oil with the statue of Lady Vllankanni in it. I break her head.

I wake up wondering what Mother Mary is doing in a house near a temple.

The next night I dream I’m on my way to college. But I’m also working. So I have to choose between my job and college. I realize I don’t have a job in MiDDAY anymore so I decide to go to college with my brother. I haven’t had a bath. I try changing in the car. I don’t want people to know I haven’t changed all weekend.

Once we reach college, I go to the loo, where, surprisingly, my brother is allowed. It’s 8.40. I decide to wash and change. First I pee. Then I put on my kurtha. But before I put on my pajamas, the washing lady comes and gets them wet. I’m furious and out of time.

There’s a shelf full of lost and found clothes. I find some of Su’s kurthas there and my blue one from Delhi. I search in vain for something to match my kurtha. Orange and blue. My original pajamas were blue. I can’t go out in jeans!

Su and Sum join me. We find someone’s old dance costume. I finally find something reasonably wearable. As I try it on, Sum tries out something else. She lifts her leg in the air and asks ‘Does this make me look fat?’ It’s impossible to tell at that angle. I put my leg in the air and imitate her. Laughter.

Finally we’re in the corridor. I ask ‘Have I been coming to college at 9 everyday last week?’ Su says ‘Yeah’ I realized I’ve worked only one day at MiDDAY and I haven’t been there since they called me for the interview. ‘So I’m not working then. I’m doing my PG.’ Su gives me a Hummph!

I wake up. It’s 2 am. Mom has packed lunch with some instructions on the ‘Don’t Forget’ whiteboard. ‘I don’t work on Saturdays’ I scribble and turn on the comp.