It has been 2 yrs...but the memory as fresh as yesterday... The day i walked out of that Qatar Airways flight and walked into the City of my Dreams, the City of Love...PARIS... The chilling cold...Sending shivers down your skin....
The night on the floor of the airport and the first bus in the early hours of the morning to the railway station... The first ride on the TGV, the worlds fastest train... Across the fields of France at 315km/hr...
The first sight of Dijon, the excitement of walking into that dream house, the arguments on the selection of the rooms. The first walk to the boulangerie...the first walk to school...the ice skating experience...the trip to the vineyards....
The first view of the Eiffel Tower, the Luxemborg garden, the free hugs, the Moulon Rouge...
The walks to school...the first snowfall...the parties at home... the swimming days.. the trips to Toisan D'or...the shopping at Carrefour...the new pair of rollerblades... the numerous falls...
The games of Mafia late into the night,... The sil vous plait shouting neighbour in the middle of the night...The coffee session with Bob and Elizabeth... The cooking sessions... the Rice and the Pulao... The fights over the number of onions to be used...
The headache to get Ashok to be ready on time..The colors nightclub...the atmosphere nightclub...
BNP Paribas, the Virgin store, JP Billu...My boulangerie friend...
The wonderful trip to Lyon..The double decker church....The ride in the boat down the river...
The night long ride to Cannes...Seeing the red carpet where the greats walked the path to glory...The boat ride to the end of the world... The walk in the middle of nowhere..Finally peeing out in the open (Indians manage that everywhere)...The shooting boat that we saw and ran off...The lit up road at Nice...the rain soaked Nice trip...The gurgling of the waves against the stone beach....
And before I realised the dream had reached its end... The TGV moved out of Dijon, the tears rolled....
The 4 month dream ended and i was thrown back into reality...But it gave me enough memories to last a lifetime..Memories enough to push me on....Memories....are only memories...
Someday...I wish......
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
From the diaries of a bachelor...
7.00am and the alarm is ringing away to glory...From under the blankets out comes a hand and SNOOZE....
10 min later the alarm goes off again and again the process repeats itself....
And in the sizzling winters of Delhi, Sampark opens his eyes and goes straight for the phone...Ohhhhh Shit its 9.45am...He is late and then the mad rush begins.. Where is the shirt, Shit again, its not ironed...Where is yesterdays shirt, No problem will manage it for today at least...
Where are my house keys...drawers, nope...office bag, nope...table, nope....Oh god now where r my keys...A treasure hunt amongst the overflowing laundry bag and out come the keys from yesterdays dirty jeans...
No time for breakfast, no time for tea its just RUN....
Wrapped completely in sweater, muffler and gloves out he walks into the foggy Delhi morning...
The day passes along, mostly at events since the last few months.. Its sales and customers and convincing all day long...Feels great when customers give you complements... Best go on to say, love your marketing style, you can befriend anyone...people can just love you..But what these guys dont realise that at the end of the day, that person returns to a lonely room across the River Yamuna with just 4 walls, a laptop and cold dabba of food...
7.00 pm.. Its time to go home...Pack up...its a lonely walk to the metro station...Hey look at that couple, they having pani puri together, look at the love in their eyes.. Sampark just smiles, thats all he can do..He can only think of her, far away in the City of Joy...His joy is there and he here in the mad mad rush of Delhi...The metro zooms into the station..Their standing amongst the 100s of other passengers, he is lost, just one of them...
His favourite pass time is to just observe people... Their is this man slowly cuddling his son as he sleeps peacefully...Sam cant help but just wish that he was that little kid..."Dad, I miss you" is all he can think off.. Their at the other side of the compartment, a middle aged couple seem to be discussing their daughters education.. Seems like her exams are near and they seem to be more worried than her..The guy opposite seems to be dozing off.. A hard days work comes to an end for him...2 friends seem to be coming back from college, they seem to be discussing the new girl one of them is trying to woo..
And then their in that crowd stands Sam.. everyone who stands there has a story of their own...Noida Sec 18, announces the sweet voice over the microphone...A 10min rickshaw ride later and back to the 4 walls from where the day began...
Out comes the lappi and back to his only connection with the world, Facebook... She asks him a lot of times, dont u get bored of the net...He does, but what else can he do... A day which begins and ends only with office, at 8.30pm do you even expect he has the time for anything else..
There use to be a time, when he did his MBA when friends surrounded him 24x7... MBA ended, most went off to Mumbai, Bangalore and beyond... and his life landed up in Delhi...Without friends, without family, without his love...
His only consoling factor is his mobile, his SMSs and his lappi...thats what life has become...
O god...His clothes are dirty...There in the chilling winter of Delhi and chilling water he struggles to do his laundry...
Dinner done... Just dump the dirty plate in the sink...will wash it whenever i need it next...
Sitting with his latest book, Richard Branson's Losing my Virginity, Sam gets lost into the world of the billionaire who created The Virgin Group from scratch...Eyes at the watch,11.30pm... He better go off to sleep or else tomorrow will be another mad dash...and slowly the light fades away and a motionless body disappears again into the blankets...
Dreams take him back to Mom...back to MBA days...back to France... and back to Her... But within a few hours dawn will break and the story will repeat itself....again the dash, again the loneliness, again the monotony....
10 min later the alarm goes off again and again the process repeats itself....
And in the sizzling winters of Delhi, Sampark opens his eyes and goes straight for the phone...Ohhhhh Shit its 9.45am...He is late and then the mad rush begins.. Where is the shirt, Shit again, its not ironed...Where is yesterdays shirt, No problem will manage it for today at least...
Where are my house keys...drawers, nope...office bag, nope...table, nope....Oh god now where r my keys...A treasure hunt amongst the overflowing laundry bag and out come the keys from yesterdays dirty jeans...
No time for breakfast, no time for tea its just RUN....
Wrapped completely in sweater, muffler and gloves out he walks into the foggy Delhi morning...
The day passes along, mostly at events since the last few months.. Its sales and customers and convincing all day long...Feels great when customers give you complements... Best go on to say, love your marketing style, you can befriend anyone...people can just love you..But what these guys dont realise that at the end of the day, that person returns to a lonely room across the River Yamuna with just 4 walls, a laptop and cold dabba of food...
7.00 pm.. Its time to go home...Pack up...its a lonely walk to the metro station...Hey look at that couple, they having pani puri together, look at the love in their eyes.. Sampark just smiles, thats all he can do..He can only think of her, far away in the City of Joy...His joy is there and he here in the mad mad rush of Delhi...The metro zooms into the station..Their standing amongst the 100s of other passengers, he is lost, just one of them...
His favourite pass time is to just observe people... Their is this man slowly cuddling his son as he sleeps peacefully...Sam cant help but just wish that he was that little kid..."Dad, I miss you" is all he can think off.. Their at the other side of the compartment, a middle aged couple seem to be discussing their daughters education.. Seems like her exams are near and they seem to be more worried than her..The guy opposite seems to be dozing off.. A hard days work comes to an end for him...2 friends seem to be coming back from college, they seem to be discussing the new girl one of them is trying to woo..
And then their in that crowd stands Sam.. everyone who stands there has a story of their own...Noida Sec 18, announces the sweet voice over the microphone...A 10min rickshaw ride later and back to the 4 walls from where the day began...
Out comes the lappi and back to his only connection with the world, Facebook... She asks him a lot of times, dont u get bored of the net...He does, but what else can he do... A day which begins and ends only with office, at 8.30pm do you even expect he has the time for anything else..
There use to be a time, when he did his MBA when friends surrounded him 24x7... MBA ended, most went off to Mumbai, Bangalore and beyond... and his life landed up in Delhi...Without friends, without family, without his love...
His only consoling factor is his mobile, his SMSs and his lappi...thats what life has become...
O god...His clothes are dirty...There in the chilling winter of Delhi and chilling water he struggles to do his laundry...
Dinner done... Just dump the dirty plate in the sink...will wash it whenever i need it next...
Sitting with his latest book, Richard Branson's Losing my Virginity, Sam gets lost into the world of the billionaire who created The Virgin Group from scratch...Eyes at the watch,11.30pm... He better go off to sleep or else tomorrow will be another mad dash...and slowly the light fades away and a motionless body disappears again into the blankets...
Dreams take him back to Mom...back to MBA days...back to France... and back to Her... But within a few hours dawn will break and the story will repeat itself....again the dash, again the loneliness, again the monotony....
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