33 promises to be a good number for me. The crap of the 20s is finito. I am in an interesting city with much exploring to be done. I like my job, which is in line with my long-terms goals (drumming sense into the recesses of young, impressionable minds), and I have good friends and family.
10 years back I was living in Anand Bungalow, a cosy little house in Pune, sharing a space with seven women (shudders!). Some were cranky, some were materialistic, some were sluts.
Cat fights were a regular feature, every now and then. One girl wrote her name on the eggs in the fridge, post a few thefts. Those were the days of random living but high thinking. Guitar sessions on the porch. Chit-chats and dissection about, which boy liked who, and why and how. Should we head off to Lonavala on bikes at 2 am or marinate for a barbeque by the Khadakwasala dam?
Every now and then we had a pathetic soul knocking on our door and asking with sincerity,” will you make frendsip with me?”, while we would giggle, meanly. I remember NDA cadets “proposing” randomly on Valentine’s Day bang in the middle of Ferguson College Road; we would giggle, meanly.
Feeling miserable is a part of “finding yourself”, a process which began for me in Pune. But I don’t ever recall ever being too miserable, except during the last flushes of love, when the flame is dying out, yet you do all you can to make it last a little longer. Destiny has other plans; it’s not meant to be. And thank God! I would have been ruing the day. But no regrets. Just memories of which, even the bad ones are good.
Tags: pune, Valentine's day
written with alot of passion
good to see you back and blogging again!
[...] tweaking, polishing, refining, chatting, smiling, giggling, coughing, blushing…I spent my 33rd birthday doing all of that in the office whilst wrapping up a magazine edition. Not drinking. Not partying. [...]
out of the seven you had to bring the one who is normally out of touch most times instead of the s**ts……
LoL, Anand Bungalow a.k.a the green house. I wonder if there are still boarders there now. Still remember working on S.B Road.
Btw, who was the one who wrote her name on the eggs ?