Nirvana of a different kind?

Well, I pretty much am thoughtless at this current moment.. not restless.. Hmm, no, not sure.I've been staring blank-mindedly at my comp for like almost 45 minutes now, trying this and that to get myself going.. Na, its not the after-lunch syndrome.. its something else... I look at my planner with almost 5 tasks to get completed by close of play.. Well, its this way sometimes, rather somedays.

What the heck is this blankness all about? I'm so damn blank, I can't even analyze this. Mind without thoughts - Perhaps am getting a taste of Nirvana. Not quite sure I like it, though!!!

Whats in a city?

Ok.. so I have moved into Bangalore. The weather is good today, its been this way since I have come. This is welcoming - especially after the merciless scorchingly hot days in Pune. Frankly, nothing else has changed.

One relief for me as well as others - talking in Hindi(not sure you would call it that way when you hear me) isnt mandatory anymore.. Most of them are ok with Tamil, and a "Kannada gothilla" with a sheepish grin gets my victim going in Tamil or at the most Malayalam - which I can manage to an extent.

The other thing is that I've started travelling by the City bus transport regularly - something that reminds me of school and college.. Almost 7 years since I was a regular bus commuter.

And yes!!!!! I have resorted back to my favorite "The Hindu" after almost 1.5 yrs of being forced to read TOI.

Strangely though, I havent started missing Pune yet. Actually its an inertia of a different kind. I havent yet got off the "I'm relocating to Bangalore" bug yet... The unpacked cartons and the electricican popping in every day to give the final touches to the fixtures, and me literally camping in the house all by myself - all remind me that I havent still settled down.

Gudi padawa

Today is Gudi padawa here - the Marathi new year. Just went out to Karve road. The traffic was jammed because of this procession with camels and horses, with little boys dressed up as Chatrapati Shivaji, Sambaji and little girls as Jijabai etc.
This place is very different from where I hail. They still remember their emperors and some are even passionate about them. Ofcourse this passion gets a bit aggressive and bad at times, but at moderation, this was a feeling so nice. Felt happy.

I cant but help wondering rather disturbed, TamilNadu too had great rulers. Three renowned dynasties that spread across the entire state- Chera, Chola and Pandias. I remember the buses plying in the respective regions used to bear those names. That way, Coimbatore had its city transport named Cheran transport Corporation with its symbol being the bow and the arrow - the ones of the dynasty. That was when I was a kid. Then the TN Gvt, specifically JJ as usual thinking herself to be a stud, changed the names to TNSRTC. Why the heck? I always thought it was a nice way of honoring the ancient rulers.

We could only watch helplessly and TN maybe kissed her stars that it didnt become JJSRTC!!

Summers

Summers are bliss... May be they hold stong memories of faithfully recurring vacations.... maybe my mind has it re-inforced year by year... Whats more than roaming in your housecoat all day long, lazing by the backyard door basked in the morning sun, with a book in hand, and chai in another....
Our kitchen opened into the backyard, and I felt that was the romantic place ever..
the sound of the mixer preparing coconut chutney, the cooker whistling its way with bubbling sambar inside, my granma's grumbling at the maid... interspersed with the birds chirping and the eucalyptus tree's leaves rustling... and me imbibing all this along with Nancy Drew... :-)

Oh when I look back now
That summer seemed to last forever
And if I had the choice
Ya - I’d always wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life


Guess the power of repetition is but undebatable.. Why else would my heart still sing in summers as I make my way to work along the polluted Pune roads knowing fully well that the day holds nothing more than the mundane document reviews and the ususal whatevers. Why does my heart still skip a beat when I step out of the monotonously sophisticated office in the evening to feel the soothing cool summer breeze caress my very being. Feels like a kid running into her sweet mother's open arms, after a psychological assault - no exaggerations!!