Random Thoughts

Sitting in the living room and watching IPL with more than a few thoughts in my head. I am watching Rahul (Dravid) play and he just completed his fifty and boy! Did I see that, from him? Well, I sure did, a wave of his bat and the look in his eyes. Hmmm, interesting! Rahul (Dravid), to me is a splendid cricketer and my role model. And watching him play and seeing his fluent wrist action is worth every thing. I remember bunking school/college/engineering.. just to watch Indians play and if it is Rahul (Dravid), well, not an earthquake can shake me from not watching the match. I was crazy about Indian cricket and about him, in particular. Though as days progressed, the interest faded, thanks to the likes of (Javagal) Srinath, Anil (Kumble), Sourav (Ganguly)moving out and Sachin (Tendulkar), (Rahul) Dravid, well on their way, I distanced myself. And today, I watch IPL, with a half baked interest, because it is not team India and I seriously cannot make head or tail of this money-IPL busin...

Lately I have a disturbing feeling that I am being hounded by the demons of my unacknowledged facts or rather a single fact in my life. I have never mourned my grandfather or rather I am still mourning for him, I have no clue. All I know is, I have not shed a single tear nor have I lost any sleep over the natural demise of one and only true scaffold of my life. Dearest Grandpa, I love you, a lot. It might not have come out, especially in the flag end of your life, where your grandchildren were your only beacon of light. I have not filled in the role of being a grand daughter, thanks to my own guilt of being a constant disturbance. I cannot feel your void, though there is a choke in my voice and thought, when I think of you, for you are physically no more and you cannot materialize in front of me, particularly when I read a good book or achieved something in my life, however trivial it may be, to appreciate, acknowledge and later proudly share the information to friends and relatives. I...

The power is off and I have no idea as to how I would even manage to wink without the rumbling of the fan. The insistent whistle of the pressure cooker from the neighbour’s house disturbs the peace of the night. The roar of the wind brings in a sense of timidity into the night that is seemingly long. I can hear someone washing their clothes, the whoosh of the scrubbing and the moans of the fibre and I wonder what warped sense of time to wash clothes, in the middle of the night, or rather at the break of the twilight. (SIGH!). Quiet peace at last, but alas, not a perfect silence! The seconds tick by, the keystrokes sing a symphony of their own, rhythmic and lethargic. The even breaths remind me of the time slipping as yet another sleepless night welcomes the inevitable bright, sunny day. As a kid I was never afraid of monsters or beasts. Whispers of the moon lulled me to a dreamless sleep, while the night transforms to day, I gain a day’s wisdom. Days to months to years to coming up of ...