Just another day..

                I knew I screwed it up big time. For a person who rarely drives, it had to happen the same day. I was cursing myself, as to why I had to drive that day of all the days. I was petrified of the consequences. I’ve been hearing all these scary stories lately, that if you get busted you’d be sent back to India. I was thinking to myself, does it mean it is the end of the road for me here in USA, the synonym for land of opportunities. I knew my brother was waiting at home and then no sooner I received a call from him. As much I was tensed, I said to myself, wait a minute. My brother. Out of no where, when did he come to USA? And that is when I actually realized that I was dreaming. I was so deeply immersed into the dream, I literally woke up to make sure it was just a dream, nothing bad is actually happening and looked up at clock in my cell phone, only to see that it was 4AM in the morning. All I know now is that it was Saturday night, that was a long day and I was so tired by night.

                God! Its so hard to recollect the dream. It was fresh in my mind like the breeze after it had just rained. Now that, I’ve given it a lot of time, say couple of weeks or even more. I totally forgot why I got pulled over by cops for I was over speeding or may be I knocked somebody down, of course in my dream. My roomie Sunil was beside me and he kept yelling at me “I told you so”. But thank God!

                How weird are the dreams. Up until year and a half ago, I would be dreaming that I was in the examination hall, giving my supplementary exams of my Under graduation subjects and even in that God damn dream I would be staring at the question paper and would be counting the marks I can actually answer and calculate if I would clear the exam or what? If not for that, I would be all tensed, waiting for the web page to reload so that I can check the result of the exam. I mean come on, Its been so many years since I already graduated and yet dream about them. Good riddance, I don’t get those creepy dreams anymore. Huh!

1.29 AM, Mar 9th 2014,

                Truly, for an aspiring writer or for that matter, even for a part timer, the biggest of the achievements is the feedback. Would I mind if people criticize me or my writings, No! Before that, I’d be happy for the fact that, somebody has taken time to read my blog posts and actually mentioned it to me(Please don’t criticize me now). Its no secret that I have become sluggish from the past one year, when it comes to writing posts, but whenever I feel disheartened, there’s always something to be cheerful about. And now, 26th of this month marks my Blog’s third anniversary. I have hardly written 4-5 posts in the past one year. That’s a steep decline from the earlier one. Well, I’m a lazy bum. But, I did make quite a few readers engaging and entertaining, so much that they keep asking when am I writing the next one. What an irony! I have extensively written posts in the first two years of my blog and dint make much audience compared to the past one year. It makes me happy, yet I feel I should settle down to write atleast once in a month, no?

Sometime in May 2013..

                I used to sing my heart out, walking all by myself, music playing loud in my ears. It was just a 7-8 min walk to university from my apartment. Justin Timberlake would sing seamlessly in my ears, everyday the same song. 'Cause it's like you're my mirror … My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me’. And without fail I used to stop at Starbucks on my way, no matter how late I was to work. That’s how pretty much I was all May until the first week of July. My roomie yeshwanth had graduated in May, he was the company I had, after Mani left us both in December.  

                One day it is the violin, or a saxophone or a live performance. I get to experience one or the another every single day, if not every day at the least during the weekends. The Penn station NewYork is always crowded. Every person is in their own world, walking so briskly that even if there is a touch of a whisker you’d be creating a chaos. Yet, I get to listen people playing the above mentioned instruments. It feels as if there is an ongoing movie shooting set and I’m a part of it.

                The trains are crowded. Streets are busy. Everybody is glued to their Ipads, Cellphones, Novels, Laptops, News papers with a cup of coffee in their hands. I get to see like thousand different characters every morning on my commute, which is 10 minutes shy of an hour. The interesting thing I noticed on the Day 2 of my commute from Newark to New York, as I happened to travel in a ferry to Wall St, people are glued just the same way as they were in a train or a subway. I wanted to be out on the deck and look at the water, but it was too cold of a morning that day. And what do I do? I developed this habit of playing Sudoku in the morning and evening, I began reading a novel as well, in my phone. Can you beat that?

                Speak of transition of life. How quickly does that happen? And to what extent does it? It never ceases to amaze me, 9 out of the 10 instances in the past I find them heart warming, I cannot stop myself from saying ‘good old days’. I haven’t really met a cheesy person as they show in movies, who actually enjoy the present moment. May be they do, but I’d bet they are equally fond of the days passed by. I’d definitely put myself in the latter category. No matter what changed or dint, I still look up to buy me Starbucks everyday. My roomies retort, if I stopped going to Starbucks I’d definitely save thousands of dollars. Yet, its tough to bury the habits, isn’t it?

                I did have this conversation with my brother-in-law couple of years ago. No matter how struggling you are today, you’re going to look back and sigh at the past. I so often do that and I put up a smile on my face, not saying that I have struggled in my past though. But, I have realized one thing lately. No matter what the transition of life is, there are going to be few things which stay constant with you, which actually bring out the true person out of us. And guess what is mine, my craving for the FOOD. Haha! No matter how my life changes, when I look back or future or where ever, I’m going to be a foodie. One thing I’m sure about myself. J J

                Well, seriously. The whole point is ,I am in my mid 20s. I can see lot of things changing around me and I will want to retrospect what is it that I really want from life? How true of a person I am, for the changes taking place. Isn’t it a food for the thought? It is, for me!

Meanwhile, as I accept the life, you do the thinking. And as I say, Life is beautiful!

Keep Smiling! Stay healthy! Just Breathe!

Vasu.