Thursday, October 13, 2005

The One with Obscure Thoughts

I really love driving. Especially if there's no traffic to encounter and you can speed along the 25 kms home. I especially love the drive back home at night. Gives me a lot of time to think, reflect on the day's events, people, or just singalong to whatever's on the radio.
So today was just another ride back home.. only full of obscure thoughts, mood swings, a lot of channel shuffling. So what follows will be an obscure presentation of the random thoughts swinging through my head.

I have been angry with someone today. Sorry, my blog is read by too many people, so can't mention names. And the reason I was angry was also juvenile, something I can't be stating or even showing to that person at this age. So, as usual the defensive part of my inner self stepped in as I told myself, that I don't need anyone's help, I can do it all on my own, I m not asking other people for help anymore etc. etc.

Have you ever realized that some of the songs that you listen to when you'r e like 11 or 12, stick with you for life. Today on Radio City, I heard some of the songs that used to come on this programme called Superhit Muqabla on DD-2. Songs from Raju Ban Gaya Gentleman, Deewana etc. and I was surprised to find that after all these years, I remembered the lyrics perfectly.

Anyway, in order to avoid 3 signal lights in the lodhi road area, I take a detour through Jor Bagh. So, virtually everyday I pass through Pulkit's house. He still lives there, just like he did 16 years back. I ve never mentioned him here have I? Pulkit is my oldest friend, oldest in the sense the first friend that I can remember. We both joined AFBBS on the same day, and had a special bond even at that young age of 6. We were both made monitors the first day. We both used to go home together by the back gate. 16 years hence, I still pass through the lane he lives in. I haven't talked to him in ages. We've had our problems. We're somewhat over them.. but a friendship as special as that is as fragile as delicate china. Once broken, the crack is always there. But yes, like any friends, we've had our fun time together...and no matter what, I know that I am and always will be his first friend in life, like he is mine.

I drive through the Lodi Road Area everyday twice. The area signifies a lot in life for me. Other than Pulkit's house which I already mentioned, I pass through AFBBS everyday. It still has the same aircraft standing in the lawns. The buses have changed, and so have the people. But the buildings are the same. I take a look at the building everyday..the senior school building.. and I can still here our voices echoing in the corridors.

The other day I made a detour through Pragati Vihar Hostel..my first residence in Delhi in 1991 May. Everything around there also looks the same. But we have changed. Looking at PV Hostel, makes me realize how much we have changed. We were all young then.. Srini hadn't even joined school, and I was in the 3rd standard. Mum didn't work then, and dad wasn't a lawyer. Life was relaxed. Dad used to carry my bicycle down two floors and teach me how to ride it, running behind all the time. He used to throw ball to Srini and play cricket. We used to go to Children's park to go on the slide that went round and round. Things are very different now. All four of us are so busy in our own work, we eat together once a week.. but I am still thankful for that.

I think there's been an overdose of obscure thoughts, but what the hell, its my blog, I can write whatever I want. But I am still angry with that someone, I hope you read this. And I still miss life that used to be, people who used to be..but I love the life that is now, the people there are now.. and the best thing is to always adapt and start loving life, whatever the changes.