temporary escapade

While a permanent escapade from Compare seems a far way from present, a temporary one is quite at hand. once again I am running away; from the heat of Calcutta, from this incessant dust and heading for North Sikkim- we are going to make it to Gurudongmar this time hopefully. I am saying 'hopefully' because the weather is not behaving its way. Rains have come to the hills already and the roads to North Sikkim are being opened and closed at regular intervals. So cannot say what is awaiting us until we reach Gangtok. Lachung and Yumthang are also well on our agenda; let's see, can't afford to lose hope so early.

My parents are coming along with us this time and I am dreadfully happy about that. The last time I travelled with them was in 2006 May-June. travelling with Bampi (my dad) is a different feeling altogether- sure my husband cannot even hold a candle to him. My dad, yes, he is the man of the mountains. We'll take long early morning walks, walk up to the State Assembly buildings in Gangtok and stand there silently listening to the river flowing thousands of feet below us. We've been doing that every time we visited Gangtok and this time won't be an exception I believe. There's only one thing that can deter us from going on our early morning escapades- Rain. The very word is giving me a shiver down my spine. It's good fun to see a rain-lover like me going down on my knees praying for rainlessness. That ways, Rains have become a FEAR in me......to keep track of this blog's title.

Fear

at times I wonder......how does it feel like to be immensely talented? how would it have felt like if people marveled at every poem I wrote; if every thing I tried my hands on, would turn out to be a success.....U know, if I were some Michelangelo, or a Tagore or any goddam person that evokes quality attention from everyone around...huh

Fear????...of losing......of losing no not this job; losing a job??? who cares!!!! losing the hims and the hers and myself or losing sight of dreams seems to be painful. I am not sure if I have over-assessed myself or set very high goals to achieve. let's see; how I shudder to think of where and how I will be five years from now

shall i bear a tag dangling on my chest reading LOST IN TRANSIT????

from my shady suburbs to Xaviers to JU......ws heading for a career and now Lost???

trust me I am not this cynical or negative always.....

Handful of Dust

ofc is pretty much a hell.......WE; that would mean Genjo, Mady, SIR, and few more are incessantly trying and surprisingly succeeding to turn it into a heaven.....Genjo's loudness (in her voice as well as character), Mady's subtle mischief, SIR sighing at Deepika Padukone's pictures (we call Her SIREE)......Soumillo deliberately trying to play the fool....and Rini nudging him, slapping him.....

well there's Mady's daughter as well......o my god....she is a pain true....but I feel obliged to her for the bouts of laughter she arouses in all of us..... u know she brushes her TEETHS (to be pronounced as tits) everyday and stinks as well of course

Leaving SIR (he is resigning), all of us are in the same boat and we are all anxiously waiting and apprehending for the boat to sink. But nevertheless trying to hold on...to life, to laughter, and fresh air....

stalemate

24 yrs 11 months - life; 1 yr 2 months- marriage; 1 yr 6 months- current job; new blog; lessening spirits; rising pessimism; friends being sacked; crowd level catapulting in trains; sagging triceps; irritating people (ME THE MOST OF ALL); people irritating.....

I LOVE MY LIFE