Paradise...
A chill runs down my spine as I try to type , slightly disturbing the gentle balance of the posture I am trying to maintain, to prevent my half-broken bed from falling apart.I think , what has made me want to write today , I haven't done so in quite a while . My vocabulary is rustic and my thoughts incoherent.But,the urge to write is too strong and I am compelled to resign to it.
Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind a single line from a song blares on :
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
I probably heard it on the radio today and for God-Knows-What-Reason my subconscious decided to keep it and irk me by playing it in an infinite loop. Paradise ? What's it like ? Only dead people or angels or God knows. I am neither of those, I can only imagine what it's like.
Is it like my lonely single room flat,with a half-broken bed,a fan that broke down ages ago and filled with irksome mosquitoes which won't even bow down to the morbid stench of Mortein. Pretty gloomy,huh ? But then,whenever I step out of the room, onto the balcony, I am reminded of the reasons for my being here,my living here...for this being my own little paradise.
A combination of sheer luck and hard work , however strange that may seem , landed me a job in Delhi. Delhi,a city I had always despised , always so crowded and so full of people running haphazhardly towards God-Knows-What-Aim in life . And now, I am love with it, not because of the characterstics I just mentioned , but because of the memories of the time spent here with The-One-I-Love.
Yes, I am desperately romantic ,majorly owing to over-exposure to Shahrukh's romantic movies during my childhood and a tendency to believe in miracles.The-One-I-Love and I come from such different backgrounds ,that only in a parallel paradise, where miracles are possible,shall our union materialize. But a fine lady once wrote :
"If only you could love deeply enough and sustain love long enough, you could become the source of your own MIRACLES ..."
I found this house after days and days of searching,the rent was cheap,the neighborhood was clean,and most importantly,'She' loved it and in due course of time I started loving it too. There are quite a few wonderful things that I can see from my window everyday , one of them being the sight of parrots,squirrels,pigeons and even crows , sitting together on a pillar, harmoniously pecking,nibbling and gnawing away on the morsels of food left for them there,by the society's elders.
Then,there's the engineering college opposite to my house.In the morning , the vast grounds of the college are occupied by all sorts of students,studying,playing or simply loitering around.Just,the sight of them keeps me young,I too was one of them once.Sometimes in the evenings,the grounds of the college play host to friendly football ties between students and local construction workers.Trust me,it's a far interesting watch than the EPL. At night, the college building get's enveloped in mist,the lights from the hostels within the campus combine with the mist to compose a serene picture.
There's a terrace,where She & I put stools and sip tea, which I get from the chai walah outside my colony,while taking in the beautiful view of the surrounding eucalyptus trees. I have a kitchen too, which in the beginning saw quite a few gastronomical experiments of mine, the birth place of my signature dishes ,the 'Paneer Changezi-e-Azeem' and 'Quick Pulav' now lies in tatters.I eventually grew tired of the cleaning and the cooking.Also,there is this dhaba near my house to blame, it serves awesome homely food at prices that are a steal.She & I love to eat out there together,whenever,we can.
And....and,I want to continue..but the phone is ringing and it's time for me to go to sleep...I shall continue this note later...
Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind a single line from a song blares on :
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
I probably heard it on the radio today and for God-Knows-What-Reason my subconscious decided to keep it and irk me by playing it in an infinite loop. Paradise ? What's it like ? Only dead people or angels or God knows. I am neither of those, I can only imagine what it's like.
Is it like my lonely single room flat,with a half-broken bed,a fan that broke down ages ago and filled with irksome mosquitoes which won't even bow down to the morbid stench of Mortein. Pretty gloomy,huh ? But then,whenever I step out of the room, onto the balcony, I am reminded of the reasons for my being here,my living here...for this being my own little paradise.
A combination of sheer luck and hard work , however strange that may seem , landed me a job in Delhi. Delhi,a city I had always despised , always so crowded and so full of people running haphazhardly towards God-Knows-What-Aim in life . And now, I am love with it, not because of the characterstics I just mentioned , but because of the memories of the time spent here with The-One-I-Love.
Yes, I am desperately romantic ,majorly owing to over-exposure to Shahrukh's romantic movies during my childhood and a tendency to believe in miracles.The-One-I-Love and I come from such different backgrounds ,that only in a parallel paradise, where miracles are possible,shall our union materialize. But a fine lady once wrote :
"If only you could love deeply enough and sustain love long enough, you could become the source of your own MIRACLES ..."
I found this house after days and days of searching,the rent was cheap,the neighborhood was clean,and most importantly,'She' loved it and in due course of time I started loving it too. There are quite a few wonderful things that I can see from my window everyday , one of them being the sight of parrots,squirrels,pigeons and even crows , sitting together on a pillar, harmoniously pecking,nibbling and gnawing away on the morsels of food left for them there,by the society's elders.
Then,there's the engineering college opposite to my house.In the morning , the vast grounds of the college are occupied by all sorts of students,studying,playing or simply loitering around.Just,the sight of them keeps me young,I too was one of them once.Sometimes in the evenings,the grounds of the college play host to friendly football ties between students and local construction workers.Trust me,it's a far interesting watch than the EPL. At night, the college building get's enveloped in mist,the lights from the hostels within the campus combine with the mist to compose a serene picture.
There's a terrace,where She & I put stools and sip tea, which I get from the chai walah outside my colony,while taking in the beautiful view of the surrounding eucalyptus trees. I have a kitchen too, which in the beginning saw quite a few gastronomical experiments of mine, the birth place of my signature dishes ,the 'Paneer Changezi-e-Azeem' and 'Quick Pulav' now lies in tatters.I eventually grew tired of the cleaning and the cooking.Also,there is this dhaba near my house to blame, it serves awesome homely food at prices that are a steal.She & I love to eat out there together,whenever,we can.
And....and,I want to continue..but the phone is ringing and it's time for me to go to sleep...I shall continue this note later...
