joy de' vivre .... after d storm...

Dere was a big storm yesterday, here in d city of joy. Normally i enjoy windy dayss and i love the rains... but it was real scary yesterday. The windows in my office kept on rattling, making weird pseudo-ghost noises and the constant downpour had to be seen to be believed. My phone kept on ringing all day . As everybody called up, even some grumpy people who miss my birthday called up to warn me... Any ways i packed up at around 3.30 and started to leave. There were only three girls at the office. ( lemme explain i work in an hr consulting house and mostly everybody is away in client offices during office hours.) I waited for a slight lull in the rain and went out walking towards the nearby bus stop. Immediately the heavens opened up as if on cue... :( After which two things happened. 1) two straps on my uber- cool slippers broke. 2) the wind blew away my umbrella. ( dis 2 calls for an explanation, its fashion over convenience for me anyday and i am supremely indifferent towards the consequences.)
Anyways the umbrella was rescued from a nearby drain by a valiant knight without-shining- armour who happened to be standing there. The taxis were all whizzing past without stopping, buses were overstuffed to a d. I tell you , bollywood movie scenarios would not have been a match for yesterday. This is where i gave myself a pep talk.... " you can do it.. jst hold one of your broken slippers in one hand. climb up one of those overstuffed buses and GO home. you have to do it now. There is NO other choice." After 5 minutes of self- motivation i did exactly that. During the 40 minute ride home, the smell of sweat, the crushing crowd nearly made me gag. But i survived it... After that since the bus refused to go further because of a tree which blocked the way, i walked the rest of the way home.
I walked back barefoot in the rain looking like the lead actress from zee horror show but feeling strangely liberated. I always had a cocooned life... doting parents, caring boyfriend, protective friends everytime something unpleasant came up i knew somebody would take care of it. Well not anymore! Its still nice to have those somebodys around but i dont NEED them. I can take whatever life throws at me now, climb every mountain , cross every stream ( am i breaking into a song?)
I am free.... joy de' vivre :)

d return of d prodigal blogger...

It has been more than 4 months during my last post. There was a phase in which i used to voraciously blog and spent a sizeable portion of my time lost in the delights of blogger-bliss. Suddenly a new phase arose in which i used to think every alternate day.... i really should blog 2day.its been long.... However strong the spirit might be the flesh resisted and i lost myself in a thousand other things.
Here i am now , halfway thru my summer internship, doing some supposedly very important work, when suddenly i have this irresistible urge to open www.blogger.com. I am completely clueless about the rationality of doing this in my office where i am not supposed to open non official sites. ( if anybody from my office is reading.... then this is not me, but my identical twin .)
Anyways, chuck it.... what i wanted to say was friends did any of you ever have this strange inexplicable need to get away from a thing,habbit, activity or person which or whom you are closely attached to . Honestly, it happens with me all the time. Dating back to my childhood days when i used to hide my blue teddy under the bed after intervals of around 5 months of inseperability. I remember not even looking at it for days and then again going back... a picture of contrite repentance.
The teddy was very understanding though and didnt snap or bite me.... However in adult life i have to deal with bruised feelings and wounded egos quite often. It usually goes on till the time people either accept me for the person i am or unable to cope up with my periodic dissapearing act they do a permanent one of their own. So many times have i tried to straighten this random zig-zag behaviour but Claustrophobia with a capital C chases me away. This need for asserting my independence after i realize the rainbow theads of affection binding me pushes me and i retreat into " i am the female equivalent of the famous rubber band theory" kind of phase.
However as i was saying did it ever happen with any of you. After all my " i am unique, independent and dont follow the beaten track " declarations are over. Its nice to know that there is somebody in a similar looking boat.