DAY 1
Be it 2 o clock at
night, be my eyes all red and wanting to be shut at the very moment, be
my handkerchief all soaked up of the fluid from my nose, I have decided to finally write today; something good ; and not
the write ups I usually dump into the private folder. Although I believe, with
start so fuildy, why not the private folder again.
Anyway, let's talk of better things in life. Let's talk of
life. How about my life. A girl who without thinking takes lift from these
unknown guys in car, on their way to college as she missed her bus; who
frequently takes rides to home from mere acquaintances; who would sit in a
garden with her friends and out of nowhere the idea to mess up the guys hair
sitting peacefully in the neighboring group would eat her so much, that she ends
up doing it; who sometimes just for the
sake of fun and humor in life would go out of bounds and give her no. to fb
strangers (only the ones who win the stranger race, wohooo); who unlike other
upper middle class Indian girls would take a van instead of an auto to experience
the worst ride ever! For people out there this girl is insane. I mean before
jumping into somebody's car, firstly ladies don’t do that, and if they do do,
they would go for the long courtesy drama. In my case, "dude thanks a
ton!" That's it! And when I tell my friends all about what *new* I did
today, I generally don't receive good vibes. They fill my poor little heart
with guilt and put my brain under self scrutiny. Of course except for those who are fascinated
by my spontaneity but don’t have the guts to be the same.
Well it's not
easy to be ME.
I am afraid of commitment. I am afraid of broken
relationships. I am afraid of getting hurt. And so I am ME. A girl with a pair
of jeans, a T, a camera and exploring
the world all by herself.
One uneventful day leads to a depressing night and if you
are me, you are definitely hovered by thoughts of loneliness... Like it is
happening now. Life has been so monotonous for a while. Same routine old life,
no excitement, no thrill! Aah! It's so blue in here. And I guess even this note
Is going to be discarded into the Private Folder….
Sadness strikes at midnight
Pakhi
DAY 2
And the other day I was searching for some excitement in
this mundane life. Who knew that tomorrow was bringing with it a series of
events, giving me jitters, taking life out of me for a while and then blowing
in again a sense of relief.
I parked my vehicle, slipped the parking pass into my clutch and quickly
answered the phone that was vibrating in my pocket for past 10 min. Furious as
I was, I kept mumbling about the nuisances of mobile phones all the way up to
the mall.
"You don’t pick up the phone; you don’t reply to my
missed calls; don’t you see my whastapp messages; How dare you block me;
Kanjoos get a net pack; Cant you spend one rupee on text message"
Arghhhh! SHUT UP or I WILL SHOOT YOU!
I solely blame this device for what follows next.
After the movie, as I was heading towards Pantaloons, I
realized I was missing something. Something was not at its place. I searched my
pockets, then my bag, oh FUCK! Where are my keys! I rushed down the basement,
recalling what must have happened. Oh the stupid mobile phone. I forgot to pull
them out. By now the sweat was dripping down my forehead; my breaths, quick and shallow. I went to the place
where I had parked my purple activa, MP 09 SG 1790, but instead of purple
activa there was a same colored scooty! Oh what a coincidence, I wondered. She
was gone! I talked to the guard, I couldn't find the parking slip as well; and
he mocked, well obviously who wouldn't. What a stupid mistake. And also nature
made me a woman, damn it! Although I agree to the fact, nothing can be worse than
a female driver but I didn’t want to be that girl! I drive well enough! I know!
And for god sake this is not the point here. Where do I find my activa now. It
was not like it got towed and I just have to reach the nearest thane and get
it. It was hard for me to accept the fact that it has been stolen. Still thanks
to mumma being a follower of 'shivani ben', I couldn't go that negative. I
decided to see the basement 1 where they check for shopping bills and if you
haven't shopped above Rs 100, they charge you like 40 bucks! Easy way of making
money, hah! Meanwhile I called my friends explaining the whole situation. I ran
and panted; was about to shed a tear when I saw an unwashed purple activa, 179
and half a 0; I smiled with relief. I laughed and bumped into a car; Slow was
its speed so no bruises there. I literally started jumping , all eyes staring
at this mad girl. Well No problem dude, you have no idea what I was going
through for past 20 minutes. Although the guards wouldn't let me have her,
without showing the legal documents, which for obvious reasons I didn't have, I
told them if she is safe here, I don’t have any problem, don’t give! I will
come back after shopping and arrange for the papers. Wohooo!! I was taken aback
by their security system and out of curiosity
asked them how they caught the thief. "madam uske paas parking slip
nahi thi, hum kaise jaane dete. Hamare yahan camera lage hue hain, hame sab
pata chal jaata hai."
Oh so that pink little chit saved her! Until today I was
completely ignorant of its importance. I thanked the guard, called up dad
finally, asking where to look for the papers. I completely forgot dad is in
Government and has contacts. A 2 minutes talk to an employee there, and she was
freed. Keys in my hand! Till now I hadn't shopped anything. But parking activa back seemed a pretty bad idea, I hope
you can grasp why. I preferred going to Westside with all my dignity intact. By now it was 5 pm
and I was starving. I thought all I need is max 20 min and I will be off home. But no!! It took me one and
half hours to select the perfect top. As I was clearing my bill, "madam
diwali offer in your card, if you shop above 1000 you get 250 deducted."
Son of a bitch I murmured!
And again after one more hour I was finally done, hydrochloric
acid had started eating my stomach! I quickly rushed home, humming
songs on the way, happy and amazed at the Security, with a thought, ek
note likhna toh banta hai…
Pakhi
