Posts Tagged ‘evening’

Of the unknown

June 3, 2013

Nothing is helping. It rained this afternoon. The air has changed suddenly from hot and humid to cool – and romantic. I tried things – played hill racing, read all my timelines, news – ate the stuff I’d bought – sat in the balcony for a while. Everything is making it worse than better.

Na, it’s sure not that simple. It’s something bigger – that I’m afraid to grasp – something deep – something dark! I’ve stopped going to depths lately – all these hot and humid days! I would rather sit the evenings in the balcony, playing hill racing.

But it rained today. The weather has changed suddenly, and for whatever, the hill racing isn’t helping any this evening.

Just one evening…

May 31, 2013

This is how you chill

December 12, 2012

A day when you leave home in the morning without taking your wallet. You also forget to take the access card that opens the doors at work. You need to ask someone to open the door each time you get up from your place. And they have locks for everything: parking, canteen, coffee/drinking water kiosk, etc. Even if to go toilet, you need to ask someone to open the door. You don’t even notice that you’ve forgotten the wallet until you pick up some snacks for breakfast. So kind of the shopman to allow credit. You somehow manage the day. Finally, you bike for home. You don’t remember exactly when you had filled petrol. You know that it’s on reserve. You devise a plan. Bike runs dry. You leave it at the nearest parking place. Fortunately, it’s within few meters. And you start walking. It’s your favorite hobby. Ekla chalo re… You start GPS (such a geek you are)! You have fun waking, as always. You get a call. One more reasons to live. You explain the other person how the ancient Indian mathematicians wrote big numbers, like value of pi up to 17 decimal, in shlokas. Your life is wonderful. You walk. You reach home. You no more care about the bike. You can even pick it in the morning while you go office tomorrow. It’s just 1.42 km away (geek!). You walk out and walk in opposite direction of where you had left the bike. You come at a street food place. You order for fried rice and check in on foursquare (geek). You start writing a blog while you wait for your order, and here it comes. This is how you chill your evening.

Of a weary evening

March 26, 2012

Looking for a metamorphosisIt’s a weary evening after the first working day of the week.  The empty evenings feel scary after an all eventful day.  Emptiness, sometimes it brings a kind of longing; sometimes just makes me feel awed with magnitude of the yet-not-happened, but never a sense of relief.

This empty evening.  What shall I do now?  Nothing!

P.S. The above creature is myself, yesterday, on a hair saloon chair, the same empty, looking for a metamorphosis.

A Random Evening at Reshimbag Ground

July 2, 2011

I want to write something today! Write just something that would fill a complete page, because a full-page transcript looks good! I have no other reason to write, why should I kill time in such a nasty job? This is a Saturday night, a night before a long-awaited weekly holiday, and I can get good sleep tonight without thinking a damn about getting up tomorrow morning!

Yes, so as Ernest Hemingway advised, keep the first paragraph small–going good! Shall I fill this page with spaces? It won’t look good. I want to write, and write a complete page, because it looks good!

So as I was on the Reshimbag Ground, the lawn was nice, lush green! What irritated me were the red ants crawling everywhere! It seemed they are irritating even in my ears, like I’m a giant elephant with huge broad ears and a silly ant irritating me.

An Evening at Reshimbag Ground

People are just people, we can’t blame them for being so, but I was happy. Why should I think about the two guys sitting next to me who were smoking? And an uncle there was training his wife to ride a Scooty. It was a nice evening and I had a nice time there.

Did you find me out of stream? Out of flow? Writing just for the sake of writing? Because I am so! Or shall I write about the last night, which I spent almost homeless?

Okay! I should write nothing and go to sleep! This is Saturday night, tomorrow is Sunday!


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