Resolutions And All That Jazz

An event less week in office was accompanied by a rather lethargic Saturday. Very little, if at all, has changed in the last one year for me. But if I have to look beyond that, I probably wouldn't be able to relate to it now.

"Change is an essential part of life."
"Everything happens for the best".
I've heard this too many times and to be honest I am not really a fan of the 'eventual happiness'. All that does is instill some kinda false hope, an expectation that things will, hopefully one day, be alright. This thought is drilled into our heads since a very early age. Most of us go about achieving it in our own ways but not all really know the finish line, let alone reaching it.

Today I felt something I have known for sometime but haven't had the time or willingness to accept it. I have learnt the art of being a journeyman and taking pleasure in not knowing the finish line. I don't recognize people by their actions, I rather experience them and move on. The same old people that have been a part of my life continue to intrigue me; the newer ones keep me interested. I might be digressing a little from the topic here but I wanna write down this part for future reference, lest I go another path later. At least I will have written proof that I, for once, walked this path too.But I think I am here to stay for sometime, I like being in this domain than anywhere else. It's simple, convenient, allows me to be more lazy, pretty much lays to rest all the possible doubts. Yep. I seem to have found my comfort zone.

Off-late I have found many interpretations to that. A friend of mine says I've lost it. Another says I am taking time off (pretty long I must say). But it's alright really. This is the best thing, it's all good. Oh yeah I almost forgot. "You've become a stone" hehe. That's alright too mikey!
I am looking forward to seeing how this churns out. May be next year this time should be a good breakpoint, I might find myself in yonderland but then what the heck! This is way better than those new year resolutions that people keep forcing me to stick too. Stick too? Seriously! There are those who want me to stick to something I have never made in the first place. With all due apologies, not my cup of tea. Jan 26th. Hopefully I will remember the breakpoint.
For the countrymen, Happy Republic Day!

I be.

Thursday Night Rambling

I go through this phase every now and then. I wonder in spite of everything I do, will anything ever complete me now. I try and travel a lot, experience new places, different company every time, different kinda fun. I play every sport I can lay my hands on. Even now, evening time, I get desperate to leave office and just play. Come weekend and I invariably am out, there is never dearth of enthu public.

I know I shouldn't be complaining and mostly I don't. But time and again I find myself coming to a halt. Full-stop. It could be something as mundane as eating a subway when all of a sudden I stop and just stare. Today coming back home from baddy, I parked the car and just sat there for some time and did the same, stared. That's all I did, bloody stared... into nothing. I had, some time back, let go of certain expectations, certain wishes. I lived past them, I succeeded to a certain extent but with that I also gave up something that defined me within me. I don't think its something I have lost, just buried deep deep inside. Few feeble and futile attempts at uncovering it were made but rather easily tucked away.

I think I will sleep now.

Finally!!

The Tiramisu at Macaroni Grill!!!!
Now that's what I am talking about people. Ameeta finally has some competition. A close second, I would say.

Finally some justice to my taste buds.

Back Home or Thereabouts

I am tired. Dallas - Vegas - Portland - Vancouver in the past 2 weeks, I wouldn't complain but now I am thoda tired. Good to be back home, sitting on the couch and back to mundane life.

I wouldn't say that Vegas isn't the place to be for New Years but ladies and gentlemen, me be from Pune and thats where all my Decembers are gonna be henceforth, thank you very much. Bas. Done. Period.

I liked Vancouver a lot. In spite of the fact that I went there the wrong time of the year, the city has an undeniable charm that doesn't go unnoticed. Some claim it to be the best city in the world, I can see why they say so although my personal favourite will always be Montreal. Its maybe not as enriched by nature as Vancouver but its one of those cities you want to build your summer home in, not to mention the personal attachment I have with Montreal. I was in Vancouver for about a week and I really feel the students at UBC are a blessed lot. Situated right in the middle of paradise. Absolutely fantastic university.

Back home to Portland for now. It's amazing what that word 'home' does to me. When I reached Dallas, met my sis, niece, nephew, mom it felt like home. Now when I'm back to Portland I get a similar feeling. Multiple destinations - Home. I am not going through an identity crisis or anything, just love it when my body shrugs off all tiredness at the sight of home. Be it Dallas or Portland, I can feel the tiredness flowing out of my body at the mere thought of home.

Why am I talking about home? I wonder too. Over the 3 odd years that I have been here, these so-called homes have given me the little pleasures of what it really feels like to be back to where I belong. I don't care where my ancestors came from, what was their identity, all I really care is the warmth, the sense of belonging I get when I think of home. And that to me is Pune. It always will be. Everytime I return back to Pune, the thrill and the excitement of a child returning home from boarding school will run through me.

I will start making plans for my India trip soon. Pune, my home. :)