I wrote this when I was on a flight from my home to a far off village. I didn't post this earlier as this seems to be just nonsensical. But then, I later thought, 'Whatever' and here it is (edited though- like I didn't add any new word. But I deleted some stuff to K.I.S.S. - keep It Short Silly) :
I am going back to the place where I began the blog. Kind of feels nostalgic. I am happy. I want to go away from home so that I can return quickly. Yes! I want to be back home soon. Sounds funny to me. Not that I'm not a family person, my family is actually anti-me. (shhhhh, its supposed to be just between you and me.)
However, my happiness is more related to the fact that I am travelling alone. It makes me happy. I can be as I please. At least till the time I am alone. Ain't I fed up of behaving like I am grown up and well-mannered and ladylike?
I'd rather be myself than be all that.
The guy sitting next to me asked, "Are you a student or a professional?"
I replied, "What do you think?"
He says," I can't guess."
I know it wasn't a compliment. But when I remain silent to that, it becomes cryptic, and that must have fucked his mind, as he didn't ask me that again. Phew! Funny, if I may say.
I have got the window seat. And don't I love that? I love to take the window seat and watch the clouds appear like heaps of fresh white cotton. Huge heaps at that!
I am carrying a copy of "The confession" by John Grisham, but that was for the contingency. I needed something to kill time in case I didn't get the window seat.
I tried to read it for about 10 minutes or so, but I couldn't. The sight beyond the tiny glass pane was far more tempting. Well, its so beautiful. Have you ever wondered why the lesser mortals think that rain is depressive? Nope. Not because of the murk and the ugly effect it leaves on clothes. More because, it penetrates the skin and reaches deep within the soul and pokes the unearthly desire to feel wanted. The wish to be important to someone. That is also the main reason for which, people in love find rain romantic. Its a great feeling, to be drenched like garbage in raindrops that hit you like you were its sworn enemy. The peircing drops slap and wash out all pain (its like a theory. To reduce the quantum of a certain pain,, you need something bigger than that. For a very long time I had a feeling that people are obsessed with a physical relationship for the same reason. Wherein, I am assuming it is a painful. Not that I can say that I have gotten rid of that feeling yet.)
So, the crux of the matter being I love rains, and so I also love clouds. When i think so I am reasonably assuming that there is a certain kind of a relation between them. And I like my assumption on the face of it. But on afterthought, I guess I'd love the clouds even if rains never existed in the history of mankind. They soar high, guided by the winds or pure will. They aren't bond by anything, not love, not hatred, not even the necessity of survival. They mar themselves when the need arises. They are not contained by the material requirements of appearance, neither do they need to please anyone.
I clicked some pictures. (Don't I all the time?)
See how beautiful they are:
As you can see, I am near the wings, I can watch every movement of the wings. It looks awesome when the flight turns. That fellow flying the plane gets to actually tilt the entire thing when he needs to turn. There was a little turbulence for like 5 minutes while we were about to reach Gujarat. Turbulence is good. Its like the plane is on a minor vibrate mode. :P Specially for the people who love and value life, those who condition themselves into believing that their life is worthwhile. You should see the hilarious look on their face. Like they are praying to all the Gods that they know, and still pretending to know that its just minor turbulence, nothing is wrong and they are not panic-struck. I could almost roll out on my stomach, the low leg room notwithstanding, but for the seat belt. :D
As for me, even while the lovely little commute was turbulent, I was still gaping out of the window. It feels nice to be next to the clouds, specially when you are right into them.
Overall, it just leaves a lacuna in the mind, where you could have absolutely no idea what to think about. Like you've just been on a roller coaster ride. Like you were never meant to think. Like you are just a lowly urchin in the mammoth world. Like whatever you think would never make any difference anyways. And THAT, my dear, is liberating.
See ya around. (If you think I am being abrupt, I think you should stop reading this blog.)
I am going back to the place where I began the blog. Kind of feels nostalgic. I am happy. I want to go away from home so that I can return quickly. Yes! I want to be back home soon. Sounds funny to me. Not that I'm not a family person, my family is actually anti-me. (shhhhh, its supposed to be just between you and me.)
However, my happiness is more related to the fact that I am travelling alone. It makes me happy. I can be as I please. At least till the time I am alone. Ain't I fed up of behaving like I am grown up and well-mannered and ladylike?
I'd rather be myself than be all that.
The guy sitting next to me asked, "Are you a student or a professional?"
I replied, "What do you think?"
He says," I can't guess."
I know it wasn't a compliment. But when I remain silent to that, it becomes cryptic, and that must have fucked his mind, as he didn't ask me that again. Phew! Funny, if I may say.
I have got the window seat. And don't I love that? I love to take the window seat and watch the clouds appear like heaps of fresh white cotton. Huge heaps at that!
I am carrying a copy of "The confession" by John Grisham, but that was for the contingency. I needed something to kill time in case I didn't get the window seat.
I tried to read it for about 10 minutes or so, but I couldn't. The sight beyond the tiny glass pane was far more tempting. Well, its so beautiful. Have you ever wondered why the lesser mortals think that rain is depressive? Nope. Not because of the murk and the ugly effect it leaves on clothes. More because, it penetrates the skin and reaches deep within the soul and pokes the unearthly desire to feel wanted. The wish to be important to someone. That is also the main reason for which, people in love find rain romantic. Its a great feeling, to be drenched like garbage in raindrops that hit you like you were its sworn enemy. The peircing drops slap and wash out all pain (its like a theory. To reduce the quantum of a certain pain,, you need something bigger than that. For a very long time I had a feeling that people are obsessed with a physical relationship for the same reason. Wherein, I am assuming it is a painful. Not that I can say that I have gotten rid of that feeling yet.)
So, the crux of the matter being I love rains, and so I also love clouds. When i think so I am reasonably assuming that there is a certain kind of a relation between them. And I like my assumption on the face of it. But on afterthought, I guess I'd love the clouds even if rains never existed in the history of mankind. They soar high, guided by the winds or pure will. They aren't bond by anything, not love, not hatred, not even the necessity of survival. They mar themselves when the need arises. They are not contained by the material requirements of appearance, neither do they need to please anyone.
I clicked some pictures. (Don't I all the time?)
See how beautiful they are:
As you can see, I am near the wings, I can watch every movement of the wings. It looks awesome when the flight turns. That fellow flying the plane gets to actually tilt the entire thing when he needs to turn. There was a little turbulence for like 5 minutes while we were about to reach Gujarat. Turbulence is good. Its like the plane is on a minor vibrate mode. :P Specially for the people who love and value life, those who condition themselves into believing that their life is worthwhile. You should see the hilarious look on their face. Like they are praying to all the Gods that they know, and still pretending to know that its just minor turbulence, nothing is wrong and they are not panic-struck. I could almost roll out on my stomach, the low leg room notwithstanding, but for the seat belt. :D
As for me, even while the lovely little commute was turbulent, I was still gaping out of the window. It feels nice to be next to the clouds, specially when you are right into them.
Overall, it just leaves a lacuna in the mind, where you could have absolutely no idea what to think about. Like you've just been on a roller coaster ride. Like you were never meant to think. Like you are just a lowly urchin in the mammoth world. Like whatever you think would never make any difference anyways. And THAT, my dear, is liberating.
See ya around. (If you think I am being abrupt, I think you should stop reading this blog.)
