Mumbai revisited

The campus is quiet and depopulated. Walking towards the promenade the only sound that floats with the humid breeze is of the waves lapping up the shore. Breaking and crashing onto the rocks occasionally with a roar. Coconut groves and a green lawns seem to take the edge off all sounds lending the place a certain softness, the cacophonous city is a faded dream.

Dark huge clouds gliding across the massive open sky silhouetted against the fading light of the sun seem like shadows of actors on a massive stage in a grand theatrical production. The crescendo of O Fortuna on my i-pod builds up the scene in front of my eyes and I see dark stormy seas, primal, untouched and untamed. With every beat of the drum the Orcs get closer and will infest the land soon. A certain primitive form of fear grips me entirely.

It's hard not to get caught up in the surreal scene and I'm completely sucked in. I'm far far away from the lame excel sheets of office and the mind games that drive me nuts.

Sitting on the rocks, the big city lights shimmer far in the distance, it seems truly to be the edge of the world. Staring at the lights I can almost hear the bustling noisy city and yet be far away to only hear the sea and the coconut groves converse softly with each other.
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Am in Bombay for two months. Discovered the TFIR campus last Sunday and fell in love with the city all over again.

incoherent

It's another Friday night in WIMWI land. Three weeks down; numerous quizzes, case studies, sleepless nights, fatigue until you collapse moments, feeling in the pits moments and coming back to lifes. And yet it's just been three weeks.

My FSI prof said I'd learn to beat the system soon. I don't know about it yet. But I guess, in the midst of it all, there are some things that keep you going. A parallel world I can escape to whenever I feel like. Where I am me. Where I can lie on my back, smell the air and look at the blue skies. Where I go everytime I switch off the lights in my room, play some soft Joan Baez, pull my chair to the neem-tree balcony and play along on my harmonica. Where I travel unkown cities and realise I'm not lost, where I find parts of me in pieces and in wholes. And everytime I find that person, everything starts making sense again. It's like finding someone you're most confortable with.

And even though the temptation to turn this fantastic magical world real is immense, I know I won't; I can't. The fear of losing its magic, its charm is much greater. I long for some amazing times the past had. Some most unique and beautiful. I'm lucky they happened. For I can derive joy out of any one such incident. Derive satisfaction enough to take me through the weeks here.

the mid 20's crisis

A big city weekend. Dinner and movie with friends on Saturday night. Late late wake up on Sunday. A visit to the International Boat Show and a walk on the marina followed by Sweeney Todd at Sterling. And an end to the day with a possible dinner at the Norweigian Seafood Festival at IHM Dadar.

I'd say my life is "hep"-pining, but there are times when I have this massive urge to sit at home through the entire weekend (which for me begins from Sat evenings only since I work 6 day weeks). I need to have this feeling of lazying around lying in my room, watch a movie, order a pizza for lunch and not have to move one bit just so that I feel like I have control over my life as opposed to the other 6 days when I can' t do as I wish.

College was so less complicated. Its one of the reasons I want to go back to college and do a masters. This was aptly described by a favourite cousin as the Mid-20's crisis. And I've met many fellow sufferers.