The Life and Times of S

Is there no such thing as a fair measure?

Did the Master of the Universe never take interest in levelling the scales?

No there isn't.
And no He didn't.


Its called Karma.

posted by S @ 10:06 AM 0 comments

4.55 pm

Friday afternoon at work

As I wait for my ride home to arrive, I clean out my Outlook Inbox. I find lots of stuff. Some things useful, somethings still unread, but mostly junk.
And some old pictures. Something almost forgotten. Like the sweet memory of someone long gone, but still missed. I find myself staring at them. And then staring into space.

Will things ever be the same again?
As I wait for my ride home, I wonder.

posted by S @ 10:05 AM 0 comments

The Fortune Teller

"It will be in her 18th or 28th year. One of the two."

It had happened at 18.
It didn't happen at 28.

But it was close.
Dangerously close.

posted by S @ 10:01 AM 0 comments

Neither here, nor there.

Someone once said to me on a day that I was feeling particularly melancholy, "Home is where the heart is. Where is your heart?"

My heart?
Simply, lost in translation.

posted by S @ 9:08 PM 0 comments

The Times of India

No, I'm not talking about the newspaper. I'm talking about moments. About time spent.

My cousin's engagement.
Exciting time.

Laughing my guts out while playing cards with my sister and two cousins.
Favourite, but infrequent time.

Praying. At the temple. My favourite temple.
Sacred time.

Laughing my head off, while hitting my sister on the head, repeatedly, with a slipper.
Long story. Awesome time.

Falling asleep with my dad, in his blanket. Snoring just like him. Apparently.
Nostalgic time.

Having the best meal of my life. And laughing.
Amazing time.

Getting a head massage from my Mom.
Just like old time.

Tea with my sisters. Morning, afternoon, evening.
Fun time.

Late night walk on the terrace. Watching the stars.
Alone time.

Dancing.
Forbidden time.

Family swines. Family politics.
Infuriating time.

Watching my Dad and my brother celebrating my Dad's 60th birthday, drinking champagne, eating birthday cake, hugging and then crying.
Emotional time.

Watching my Dad give my Mom a rose. Hugging and laughing.
Knocking on wood time.

Counting the parrots in the backyard. All 83 of them. At 5.30 in the morning.
Sleepy time.

Falling asleep with the love of my life. In my parents room, while all the other loves of my life, continued to chit and chat and laugh in the background.
Perfect time.

Air India flight IC863 to New Delhi
Leaving time.



As I look out the window from 34 J, I think about the past few days. About the past few years. About all the people I left behind in the land that is now as foreign as it is familiar, for the life that I'm still trying to build, in the land, that is as now as familiar as it is foreign. I think about all that has changed. Possibly forever.

And all that has yet to change. Possibly forever.

posted by S @ 9:01 PM 0 comments

Its still family.

But it ain't home.

posted by S @ 10:52 AM 0 comments