Prayer for a friend

I dont quite understand the purpose of life inventories, nor am I in the mood to probe the subject further.

At the age of 25, you start thinking of the very existence of life (especially when you've left an exciting job and dont know what to do next). Of course our very miseries in life are - to earn great money, have brilliant career and find that perfect groom/bride. I am not saying they are not important, they are, especially the last two and definitely the latter to keep your folks happy. But in the rut to discover these materialistic happiness one misses out on the purest joys of life and sometimes we realize there are more grave issues then just finding that perfect figure size.

I am not an atheist, nor am I a faithful god worshipper. But when you have a someone facing a dangerous illness, your only reinforcement is prayers.

Today I offer my sincere prayers to God, with a purest heart, to look after my dear friend, to be present on his bedside, provide him enormous strength, belonging and warmth of safety. For all that support he has been to many, for being our parents' best friend, for all the laughter and joy, for being an inspiration and for loving his wife dearly, dear God, I pray to thy for his health and wellness.

May we all understand the basic existence of life and the true meaning of unworldly joys.

I see signs of ageing

Ah see, you didn't expect me to write the very next day. Did you?

I am in a happy joyous mood right now (read 1:00). Just got back from Fine arts garba. I finally forced myself to go out, explore and see what the world is upto. Today was my first visit to garba. (6th day of this year's Navratri).

Life can be funny, it always is. For all those years, one would never miss attending those vibrant garba grounds, socialize with various people you havent met for years, spot your old time crush and blush away coyly, etc. Those were the childish school days when every little issue was a big thing and every little occasion was important.

Navratri has been one of the primary reason for young kids to stay out till late night, with their parent's welcoming permission. You hear drum beats and music till 2 in the night post which you hear traffic noise till 4. Vadodara is definitely the place to be during Navratri, the only place where I have heard traditional garba songs and seen the traditional garba steps. Vibrant, Colourful, Dynamic, Spirited and Live.

So here I am in Vadodara during Navratri, the best time to be in the city, after three years that i spent in Mumbai. While in Mumbai, I never left a chance to crib how terribly i missed garba but being back here now, I realized I had lost all the enthusiasm and interest to visit all those vibrant grounds and see all those beautiful faces. With time, you lose out on the right company, you get over things of the past, and above all, you grow old.

After spending 5 useless days sitting at home, I finally visited the famous Fine arts garba. today I was touched with the level of enthusiasm, colours, vibration, festivity and the non-stop dholka beats. It reminded me of good old days and I couldn't resist but try few baffling garba steps. Ah! I was back to the good old Baroda, with few good old faces I recognized and with few good old traditional garba songs. And therefore I conclude that I haven't gotten over things of the past and I haven't grown old.

Three years gap

It's nearly three years since the last and the only blog post I wrote. Ironically, I started writing my first and the only post before I left Mumbai, that was in 2006. And I write my second, and hopefully not the last, after leaving Mumbai, which is right now in 2009. I blame this all on my hectic schedule, endless train journeys, adjusting to a chaotic nomad life (I never really stayed at my hostel) and of course my hostel, which denied me the access to plug points (I am talking about those times that I did spend staying in hostel).

Anyways, I am glad I am back. Thanks to few blog post I read earlier today and got inspired to continue mine. To begin with, it took me approximately half an hour to find my blogpage. No kidding. I thought it would be easy. All i had to do was google "lost and found" or "popgoestheweasel" but instead I ended up visiting lost and found classifieds, which i realized i should have used about four years back when I lost my suitcase in Mumbai. Long story. we will deal with that in later posts. So, there I was on my blog page, then trying to figure out what my password was.

Well I don't want to make this a long post to read. I doubt if half the people really read what i write, unless of course I am Lance Armstrong or Amitabh Bachhan. But for those how do read these posts, here's simple reading. All I can offer you is this little girl's crazy adventures and careless encounters. Hope you enjoying reading further.. yes I do plan to continue writing