Athithi devo bhava

I have got myself a new acquaintance, err, not really. Lets just say I get to practice my eavesdropping skills due to this guy. Now this one has landed from the some place '7 seas away'. Do not know where exactly from, (nor do I really care! wipe that judgmental look off your face.. read on and you would know). Now during one of the before mentioned sessions where my ear latched on to waves that it shouldnt , I happened to hear something .. The conversation went something like this 'Not too bad.. Commute to the office? I have taken a video. You would not believe it, I saw a cow. An actual cow in the middle of the road. Can you believe it ?'

With specimens like these, athithi tum kabh jaoge should be hurled, probably with a firm tap on his posterior. Good riddance of bad rubbish.

Anonymous - Part 1

Kripa sauntered into his bedroom after yet another night of frivolities. He had lost count of the number of parties he had hopped in and out of today - a birthday party here, a music launch there, a film success party and the last one, he has not even sure of what, the hosts of the last party were celebrating.

Life was good , no it was great. The production house was doing well, his movies were successful. He was the life of every party. He had built a strong support system around him - parents , friends and a sweetheart. No, the problem was that life was too good - predictable, perhaps boring. 

Make no mistake, Kripa was as much as self made man and he was born into celebritydom. Much of the second and third decade of this life were dedicated to movies. Today he was reaping the benefits. He was happy but ..., and here comes the "but" that usually means trouble for the section of the sentence that comes before the word.

Back to the protagonist of my story - Kripa was pleasantly buzzed. The fear of an ever expanding mid section had instilled the fear of "spirits" in him. It was not yet midnight and he still had a long way to go before he fell into oblivion. He looked around his room . He almost reached out to his mobile and then decided against calling his sweatheart. They were yet to recover from the tiff in the morning and it was too soon to hope there would be no drama.

He fired up his laptop instead. He still didn't feel like reaching out to the public on the social platforms that he was so active on either. A few random clicks later he found himself poring through his personal email. His minions man all his various ids except for this one. He still fought for the last thread of privacy that his station in life was trying to encroach up on . The usual mails , a few hellos from ghosts from the past, congratulatory messages from the people who still loved writing personal messages. On nay other day , he would have loved to read one of those but not today. Today he continued scrolling until - Maxi.

Reborn

It has been close to four years since the last post. Much has changed and yet so much remains just the way I left off last time. I am not quite sure which of these has prompted the new post. I suppose , just as well , writing was a girlhood escape which has followed me into my thirties.

I think I have reached the mid point in my life. So much to do and perhaps not as much time as I thought I had, left now. Like some one said, Its the journey downhill from now. Time for introspection, planning, decisions to be made on whether to slow down or to hasten those footsteps.

Getting "older" has turned into getting "old" . Plain and simple. Just the other day , was having a discussion on this topic with P and as usual a lot of goofing around was involved. P already has visions of us pals resting our old bones in front of Talbots. She was kind enough to add a poodle to finish the visual. The poodle being for my benefit. My love for dogs is well known with in the circle of my friends.

The next phase sounds exhilarating, and scary all at once. Would I run the distance or would I falter and watch it from the way side? What is it that I want to do , What is it that I can do ...questions questions, a lot of them. Answers - a dearth of them, at the moment.!