Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Sisters & Stories....

Face reading is not exactly an art. And my face reading lessons sprang up in the most unexpected of all places; my daily commute in the ladies compartment of the Mumbai local trains. Every countenance, every expression reflects what the mind and heart says; whether there's a tussle going on between the two or are they enjoying a friendly rapport rendering a composed demeanor. If you observe closely you can actually catch a glimpse of a numerous emotions at one go - the relief of the end of another hard day's work, the joy of going back to friends, family and/or kids, the irritation of the long commute, the baggage of the work being carried home. Its amazing how so many feelings co-exist; right from the joy of trying that new recipe that an office colleague told you about to the dread of going back to oily kitchen shelves and laundry bag full of soiled clothes !

I can see loneliness and companionship, freedom and captivity, vivacity and listlessness; all at one go. There'll be someone sitting at the corner on the window seat, her eyes not winking even once and constantly gazing at the landmarks that rush past. It all reflects on her face, how things in her life have rushed past her  and she has been continuously moving along; not once trying to grab what is supposed to be left behind. There's another one, clutching her bag too tight and sitting cross-legged. She looks everyone with prying eyes and becomes attentive  every-time the train halts. Looks like she fears that she might just miss the right way. She knows she has family and friends and people who care. But she seems hesitant of mingling with crowd, maybe scared of her own vulnerability !

The one standing near the door, enjoying the breeze cutting across her face, letting her hair fly with the wind...she's definitely got something on her mind. I wonder where her thoughts take her ! Is she happy about her new-found freedom and wants to immerse in the moment, not missing one view that rushes past or is it the yearning to go out there, jump and fly and break loose.....I wonder what it is?

The lady who sits across those two young girls listens to their chattering quite amusingly. She smiles, winks, nods her head and then she seems to wander away in her own train of thoughts...Maybe she's reminiscing the days of yore, gossip she shared with her best friend, the little secrets they shared...and the blissful little world free of worries and responsibilities !

And then there's me. I just look around, in search of stories written on faces and in the eyes. There's so much these stories teach me. The value of freedom, the baggage of responsibility, the joy of independence, the comfort of togetherness ! 

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Summer Showers !!!!!!

As Charles Dickens would put it, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times"..... Unfortunately, in this case its skewed more towards the being "worse" and I am really trying hard to make it "Better-Best-Awesome"....

It feels strange and at times even frustrating when the most seemingly obvious things go against you and you frantically try your best to make things work, let things fall into place and get a "life" for yourself...not just a "phase of survival". Solitude is definitely a desired of state of mind but loneliness takes you unawares. How do you tackle that? Being busy with your work, going out with people around, reading books, watching many good things to do, aren't they ? Yet what if even the crowd around you gets muted ! That sounds like one scary image, at least to me..... 

But then the graying of the clouds is the precursor to a refreshing shower of rain. One that refreshes, rejuvenates and reinvigorates you ! You don't have to just stand out there, gazing at the endless expanse of the sky, searching for the glimmer of lightning. Instead, do yourself some good; smell the rain, lookout for signs of new life waiting to come out of their cocoons,brace yourself for the splish-splash and rain"Suit" up.

No doubt the rain is not a one-off event and it is definitely not something that will never happen again. But then doesn't the fun lie in making the most mundane and routine events full of verve and vivacity. There's a shower after every if you just stand and soak, that's called "survival". But if you dance around with the rain drops, feeling every drop trickle down your hair and cheeks....that's called "living a life" !