big city blues

new delhi is certainly new
and quite big
and foggy bluish cold tint to it

its a cool stiff stranger to me right now
that i am learning to navigate

as much as the newly married territory

there are flyovers to be indentified, bus number and routes to be remembered, and streets to be followed that never seem to turn at the same place the next day i try

its the frustration of the uninitiated - like a foreign movie, i hunt for subtitles in landmarks

but they repeat themselves in confusing regularity and i ask rajat if we are near south ex as we approach nehru place...

but its an interesting challenge, i have done this in many places with varying degrees of independence, of assistance, of distance. and i have managed.

it will take its time, but i will figure something that works for me,
and nokia maps will help! :)

am back

not really
but i just realised it has been a year
and what a year it was

getting over heartbreak
falling in love
cleaning up baggage
joining drama, kickboxing flute
getting a nephew
and getting engaged

whirlwind
moving from the poky little room
to a 2 bed room apartment with a friend
and then a big raise and promotion
quitting kickboxing and flute
and joining aerobics and drums instead

:)

ohho now i love my life
such a turnaround

but i must remember
this too shall pass

must enjoy it while i can

and i am here

one day

shall outgrow
rights and wrongs


outgrow decisions
that take you to different places
to decisions
that make you a different person

and be choosing
not consequences
of what would happen to me
but of what i could become

ok this was never meant to be a crib blog

but it so much to resist falling into that trap

when noone else listens


so i wont do that anymore, i think - the same resolution for the nth time
:)
and so much has happened i should write about

"Say I saw an animal that looks dead, Astrid said.

Why would I want to poke it with a stick? Why would I want to do something that might be cruel if the animal isn't dead and is still alive and only looks like it's dead?”

“To see if it's alive.”

the accidental - ali smith

days spent in counting days

strange and sublime address - amit chowdhary

sa huff re blow ga whew!

so have started to lern the flute
hindustani classical
and had my flute ordered from delhi
arrived yesterday - its so big! and beautiful!


breathful of notes
broken and fuzzy
escape my flute
drifting to the floor

every morning
i stir fry them
and make me
a musical bite

ok this music and kitchen combination really getting to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!