Early Morning Vistas

A breakfast meeting at 7 am. I groaned inwardly. Why in the world did I do so. At 6.15 am the phone shrilled me awake, and D yelled into the phone waking me up.

Mumbling something intuitively, I rolled back into bed and cuddled the blanket super tight. It was time to sleep not to have a early morning shower and head out. Bloody hell, but since showing up wasnt an option there was not much choice but to fall off the bed and into the shower.

7.09 am and I had left the building. Given that there was no trip involved it was a first after a long time for me to even contemplate. Driving on empty roads was a relief and felt like slapping the few joggers on the road that were reminders about a healthy life that I vowed to always keep.

Zooming in to the Leela and sitting at the coffee shop. I saw the glowing faces of the largely foreign clientele gleaming at me, bright happy dressed in suits the men were consuming a quiet breakfast ready to attack the day.

Made me remember a early morning birthday that last to last year. at a bleary 5.45 am, the train station was crowded with people, stockings on, heels and make up in place the dark night had a crowded tube with people jamming against each other. The rush hour was on., it wasnt even 6 in the morning. Made me realize the hard life below the surface, the ability to get a lot more done in a day was attained by pushing oneself to do a lot  more every day.

Somehow it seemed a little more possible there., everyone pushed you into doing  more and not settling for less. being fit was all over the place and there was no scope for complacency. Am diverting attention from my own laziness to the environment, however a buzz in a place does have a role to play

the more alive you feel the more you can do
the more you do the more alive you feel
so just do it

What a birthday

I admit. I have slipped on the blog writing HUGELY! the backlog is so immense that I wonder if it is worth even trying to make the effort of rewinding and rewriting.

Anyway, it is October 1st today. A day that means I am stepping into a brand new year after an entire 365 days have gone past. In my silly head i treat it almost like a New Years Day, with milestones and little goals of things to do.

But before anything else... this was the king of all birthdays. By the sea, in the moonlight, champagne in hand i spent the day being with the only person I wanted to, choose to acknowledge and not take a lot of calls because I was too busy doing things, new ones, riding, surfing, jumping, sitting, "being" something that had been missing for a long time now.

There is something that back to back travelling does to you. On a good note it makes the week so much more alive more vibrant, on the other it makes u feel that you have been gone forever, from the place called home.

Drama aside. Here is the news flash, this is the last year of being in the 20's. There is something very very ADULT about being 30! like you are now BIG and GROWN UP and must have an investment portfolio. Needless to say, I dont think I am any of these, latter specially not.. So was thinking of cooking up a list of things to do before I am 30

Corny Corny I know. but come on.. I am writing after a while. so Ssshh

• Scuba dive
• buy property - not a lens but a house
• visit sri lanka, leh, ladhak, australia and spain
• learn 1 language
• ride the bullet
• walk without falling in high heels
• jive
• cook- without always experimenting
• start yoga, be anorexic
• do the M thing that i dont want to label
• have savings
• a looong car
• meditate daily
• contribute to charity
• have one thing, something that is larger than me that I enjoy doing and give time to

find me, in the chaos of momentum i find me and before I am 30 I learn a little bit of stillness that can be...

Here is to resuming writing, I missed this space

to the next year, may the growing from now to 1st October 2011 be sensational

may i prosper while remaining grounded, create a house while buying a home, create friendships while retaining the old, recognize inner silences while dancing wildly with the crowds, learn to let go, learn to control, enjoy the moment, create a tomorrow and hope that there is a little maddness to blog about in all this.

finally am back

Whew! What a relief. Think this is the longest break that I have taken from the blog since i started it. Just goes to prove how long the illness lasted, how long the mental fatigue was and what a basket i became.

The sad part about the last fortnight, is that it shall take but a few sentences to sum up. The good thing about the last fortnight, is that it has given me renewed energy to get up and get moving again and I can feel a sense of enthusiasm and curiosity that I had not felt in a long time

So anyway.. without further ado a recap of the time that was.

For the un-initiated .. I was sick. Reason unknown and largely remains so, my body was getting the thermometer to rise religiously each evening, and stayed erect till he was cooled down. Sounds erotic. but was anything but ;-(

Pathetic, as it sounds ... turns out that I am a big fat cry baby. So after about 12 days of being sick, and trying everything from sit ups, to sleeping in, three rounds of antibiotics, needles in, needles out and the rest of it... the last doctor was visited with beesching eyes requesting him to wave some magic wand and tell me that i was gng to be ok soon.. Wave the wand he did... only to declare that i am suffering from TYPHOID!! and better be stuck to my bed for 5-7 more days

I WEPT!! LOSER.. went and gave a blood sample. Felt pathetic and sorry for me, called daddy, and asked in the tinniest sheepish voice possible, with a slight tremor of the next tear drop in the throat, if it was all right for me to come home, since i had typhoid!!! the mother of all diseases and was tired of being alone

DADDY DEAR turned into Prince Charming and gallantly YELLED AT ME- "This is your house, never ever again ask me that , you can come anytime all the time" .. God I love parents ;-)

 So Miss Blondie, being the supreme chicken, wiped a few tears, packed a hasty suitcase (which i am currently regretting, having worn the same T shirt for 4 days of last week) and booked herself a cab, a flight and tickets to goa in that order. 

The last being a treat, for when i got better. Yes I believe in self love!

Anyway, M was aghast, the cab driver a moron and me a melodrama queen, who wept to the airport, the speed of my tears and those on the window of the cab battling for the finish line. Had no clue why I was crying, but something seemed very wrong as I was leaving.. the fact that i was Running away was obvious to anyone with a sense of objectivity. 

The Flight took FOREVER, the luggage even more. Semi fainted at the airport, collapsed in the car, waddled home and passed out in the bed.

But the best was still to come... the next day turns out 

1.   Blondie does not have TYPHHOID-- while the whole world thinks otherwise

2.   Mommy rubbishes the blood test guys and takes to another doc

3.  Doc 4646, thinks i dont have ANYTHING but a Drug fever, induced by taking too many drugs n no food

4.  I feel like a FULL LADDOO!!! and a joker

NET RESULT - I am pulled off medication. Put into tender loving care of mother, home food, fussing around and being made to feel the star queen, am permitted and enjoy hours of sleep and in a week, after 15 days, am BACK! to being totally ok ;-)

by the end of it was ready to snap that thermometer in 2...

That is that. The good thing is that it is simply lovely to have the option of a home to run into, and when sick,  there is no one in the world, no sister, brother, friend, lover, who can do what comes automatically to a mother. Mommies are the bestest.. and mine triply so

A week later, the house arrest is now over and am enjoying the raining Delhi, with the energy to resume and revive the shambles that Blore was before i left... to being back.. it feels great ;-)