February 03, 2014

The Love Of Many Things

The story goes with a disclaimer. If you ignored it, or left it mid-way, gravest of misfortunes may befall you. So I read through the whole of it. The complete Satyanarayan katha. And had a great time there onwards. Doing all things I love.
Thank you Lord Satyanarayan! - for a weekend getaway - with a semi adventurous journey - to a city with my dearest of  'wyaaun' people - where the biryani is billed to be the finest - and a landmark interesting enough for me to drag people about (and live upto my name).
And then be back quietly, play a tune or two, smile sheepishly, eat discreetly, sleep while they all talk around, wait for the intoxications to set in - and then let yourself chatter on until either they or I phase out.

All of that does it for me. Blissfully so.

No girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Or snowflakes that stay on my nose and my lashes
Or silver white winters that melt into springs
Though these too are some of my favorite things
I mostly am content with whatever's been happening. 

A lot is left to desire, but then a lot is always left to desire.
But if I find myself oiling your hair, something must have made me very happy. :D   ..so much so that I got that old homesick feeling again while leaving - like the one I used to get while leaving for college from home. But then again there's already something to look forward to.
Thankyou lord Satyanarayan!

Maybe I should have taken the lord's name before our journey began and saved ourselves from being stranded by the 'Kallad' Travels bus under the supermoon that Saturday dawn. With over half the distance yet uncovered, the thought of returning did strike us.
In their eyes I saw the same sleep that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship. But it was not that day! An army of Kallad buses and double charging taxis may come crashing down. But not that day. That day we sat for hours on legs that longed for stretching. That day we travelled. 
And we saw the sunrise. (which we had missed in Goa, Pondicherry, Skandagiri and every other place where we thought we finally would)

The rest was always going to be good.
Concluding with a friend's work which I will take totally out of context to suit our own. :P

Ah! what bliss will this day fetch
No smile on their face it can stretch.

The hours that dawn heralds our way
are captured by the dusk at-bay.

What difference did it make to the one-

who discerns only night through the sun,
Then shall their lips twitch for a smile
Make them want to live for a while.

Rights to exaggeration and bragging reserved.
Its not how it happened; its how you remember it.
No characterisation or hurting religious sentiments intended.
Data and information may have been skewed to suit the storyline.
Everything is relative to your perspective.